A/N God, I know I suck. I make you wait more than half a year and then I give you this... thing... Did you know that it actually took me a year and more to write 15 000 words of porn (you must do, you are the one who waited for it -blushes-). But hey it is 15K words of porn! Don't you worry now, we are going back to a chapter every two weeks (not now, I really need a rest). Well, I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 10
Just One More Hit I Promise I Can Deal With It
The wall was too cold against his heated skin, or maybe it was the exact opposite, and he shivered. He didn't know how long he'd been here. He could hardly focus on anything different than the ring buzzing around his cock and his tail wagging lazily but firmly enough to make him tremble with need. And if that wasn't enough, his hips couldn't stop rolling in synchrony with the images that crossed his mind, fantasy and reality all mixed in one with the only intention to tease and arouse and leave frustrated.
Haku tried to breath deeply- to ignore it, but mostly to banish the sinful thoughts of turning around and pressing against the wall or, god forbid, taking off that horrible ring and coming, just once, just this time.
Approaching footsteps registered in his mind and his whole body flushed when he realized how disobedient his fantasy had been. His back straightened, he sniffed the air, both anticipating and fearing his master's arrival. Scared because he knew the man would see right through him, discover his train of thoughts, but not minding even the brutal punishment that would follow if his owner was there with him. If he let the neko touch him and lick him and take him within himself. Make him come and kiss him and pretend it was his place to do it.
But the smell, it wasn't right. There was something rotten in it and Haku immediately realized what it was. It wasn't his master's. He wrapped his arms around himself almost subconsciously in the vain attempt to protect himself, or maybe disappear, even though he knew that if someone was on the quest to hurt him he wouldn't be able to do anything to stop them. He was powerless like that and the thought alone made him feel sick.
The neko's heart increased its pace as the door slowly began to open. A face poked from the gap and he had to stifle a sigh of relief from the sight of the familiar pale face and the black locks. The happiness lasted exactly 10 seconds, the time the intruder needed to come inside and kneel before the neko. Haku tried to move backwards, but already against the wall this turned to be impossible and he was left staring at the hand Sai was offering him.
He knew why the man was here. He could see it in his eyes, the way he held himself... and there was nothing he hated more. The look he was sending him and that timid smile. Not because they were friends...
Sai leaned forward and for a second Haku thought the man would touch him. There was nothing more painful than being caressed by somebody different than your master when in heat, Haku had never experienced it but he knew it, just like he knew how to breathe. But there was nothing he could do, either, so he went still and waited for the pain to come and spread around his body like acid.
Instead something warm and firm settled over him and he mewled softly. A blanket. A blanket that smelled like his master and brought him warmth that made his whole body feel like it was on fire.
Sai was talking about something. He caught the words worry, help, love he couldn't concentrate to listen to everything, but this alone made his hair stand. Nobody was allowed to help him and worry about him. Even to his master it should be a choice, not a chore, not that he would care in either way.
Kitty.
The word entered his mind and he finally focused hazy eyes on Sai. He mewled questioningly but the man had finished, he only shook his head and reached to pat the other's shoulder. Something to which Haku reacted in the most hurtful way, even if later on he realized his mistake, by growling at the other, baring his teeth.
"Okay, okay, I won't touch you," Sai assured lightly, teasingly, as if the one to whom he had showed kindness hadn't been about to rip his throat open. "But I need to go, Haku, Zabuza would be back soon."
The mention of his master sent shivers dancing down the neko's spine. His lips tingled, begging to be kissed again and his whole body flushed, the images of his owner pressing him down and taking everything he had to offer making his mind cloud again.
"Do you want the blanket?" he heard the pale man ask and he shook his head. This was all he needed, for his master to think he was weak and ungrateful, that he earned more than the man was offering. Sai was about to comment on it, promises and reassurance that he would be okay dying in his throat under the neko's observant gaze. He would be just fine, they both knew it, he had been made for this.
Sai took the blanket and with one last try to pet the neko's hair, to which Haku admittedly reacted better- just showing his teeth to the man, walked out if the room. Leaving Haku alone with his thoughts once again but not for long. Sai's footsteps hadn't even faded out when Haku heard another set coming his way, this time so well-known it would have hurt if the neko wasn't already shaking with need and arousal.
The scent caressed his skin like an old lover, pressing against all his tender places and making him mewl loudly and wantonly.
"Missed me so much, didn't you, kitty?" Zabuza whispered, staring down at him, gaze burning. He reached down and buried his fingers in his pet's unruly hair, where Sai's fingers would have been and Haku swallowed a whimper.
He wanted Zabuza to caress him, pet him like he mattered just this time but he also longed the man to close his fist around his hair and yank his head close for a kiss. He wanted everything. Anything. His master opted for just laying his hand there, pressure considered gentle after everything else. The warmth that sipped from it overwhelmed the neko's body and he almost missed Zabuza kneeling before him, mirroring his position.
Everything in his body was telling him to lean forward and claim those lips, then slowly, piece by piece, this body but he stood still, waiting for his master to do the first step. It wasn't his to claim, nothing was, even his own body. The thought stuck him with so much force he was taken aback. It wasn't possible, it was too early!
Zabuza dragged him toward himself and slid his lips across his neck, making the neko's breath catch. In no time the man was kissing him, his lips, his cheeks, sucking lightly on his collarbone, bending painfully his neck with one hand and with other kneading his chest.
The first thing Haku realized he should do, when the mouth headed south toward his chest, the hand stopped and his thoughts were relatively clear, was to change his position. He sat down, legs moving from underneath him to either side of his body. Zabuza growled in his throat- a clear indication that he was on the right track and the neko scooted forward until only a breath stood between his member and his owner's knee. He couldn't go further, not without a permission or an order or he was risking a punishment. Or worse- Zabuza's mouth stopping what it was doing, his hand letting go of his vibrating member to punch him.
Again, it seemed like he had done the right thing because his master rewarder him by nipping on his flesh before biting it, far more brutal than he could have been but it made Haku moan nonetheless. A few seconds later Zabuza opened his mouth, the intention clear in his action and Haku forced himself to relax. Now that he knew it would hurt less, he reasoned with himself. It didn't but that was okay because after the second time him master bid him and a few drop of blood landed on his tongue, Haku could have sworn his owner moaned low in his throat. And for that sound he would have done anything, endured everything, if... if it meant Zabuza was enjoying himself.
He arched into the mouth, urging it to take a bite again, not that Zabuza needed the permission, but the only thing he could feel was a warm tongue sweeping over the bite marks and around his nipples, sharp teeth doing nothing but tease his overheated skin.
"You must be sick of those four walls," Zabuza whispered and the only reason why Haku heard him was because the kisses and the touches were suddenly gone and his head was slowly but surely becoming far too clear for his comfort. He said nothing, could do nothing but wait for those words to turn into insults and the gentleness to transform into a painful reminder of his place. It was horrible but inevitable, he couldn't get anything without paying for it dearly. But what really terrified him was the fact he was aware of it.
Vaguely, he realized he was being lifted on his shaky feet and collected himself seconds before he could fall back. His master grinned, too much teeth on display, and jerked his head toward the door.
"Let's get you out of here, shall we."
Zabuza's breath rose goose bumps over his flesh and he tried desperately to focus on that, to anchor his attention to the man before him. But the distraction was there, in the way his head twitched backward just a little when his master leaned down to kiss him, in every fibre of his body that wanted to flinch when his owner closed a hand around the back of his hand and squeezed- hard. In the thoughts that rushed through his mind when the man guided him toward the tree in the backyard that was more of a small forest than anything else. It was his master's favourite tree, the neko had watched him just sit there thousand of times, the lone sun-rays caressing gently his skin and every time it, the man, the scene, everything, looked so heavenly so... soft. It was an illusion, of course, Zabuza would always look up, his cold eyes finding him no matter how well he had thought he had hid or how far he was and Haku would know. Tonight his master would make sure he cried out only in pain.
But Haku liked illusions, in most cases. This one for example he didn't want to let go of. He wanted to shiver in anticipation every time his owner was near, he wanted to interpret every gesture as a hidden sign for love. He wanted to feel loved, as stupid as that sounded. And, well, who wanted dignity and rights anyway.
The last thing made him wince, which only annoyed him even more. Who was he to judge his master anyway. Given the circumstances Haku was lucky to have such a master. He was healthy, relatively speaking, he ate, albeit not very often, and he still had all his fingers!
If his master was to ask him to jump out of a window the only thing he would be able to say is, "Second or third floor, master?" Actually, scratch that, he wouldn't be allowed to ask even that because he was supposed to catch on Zabuza's desires without a word from the man. And the fact was his owner hadn't done anything like that and Haku was lucky to have him. End of discussion,
Feeling that the part of him that was still under the effect of the heat had won the argument, Haku decided to focus all of his attention to the man who needed and deserved it instead. A man who, when he was trying to deal with the turmoil inside of him, had not only led them to the tree but had also managed to make himself comfortable against it. Back propped against it, body looking so relaxed even if ready to strike any second from now, legs bent and falling open, and Haku remembered that it was bad getting hard when naked. But then again he had been like that, hadn't stopped, ever since all this started.
Zabuza's chin twitched down and Haku sank on his knees as gracefully as he could manage with his suddenly wobbly legs and red, angry cock bobbing against his stomach. The man looked him up and down with a scrutiny Haku had never dealt with before before closing his eyes and relaxing.
They stood like that for who knew how long. It was... unbelievable, the neko thought was the right word. This man who rarely even held him after sex, who kissed and touched him softly once in a blue moon. He was gone. Haku had always tried to see what he looked like with his guard completely down but seeing it from a window and being there, able to touch if he was to extend his hand, that couldn't compare to anything. Zabuza's features were soft, or softer anyway, eyes closed not tightly but more in the i-am-just-resting-them way, and if someone with a greater imagination could look at him they could even say he was smiling slightly.
It warmed Haku's heart to know his master would let his pet see him like that. He probably thought the neko couldn't harm him in any way, which made Haku wish he had just a little more control over his heat so he could show him. He couldn't harm him, of course, wouldn't even without the heat. But he could always dream.
He caught a movement from the corner of his eye and he lifted his chin slightly. Zabuza was reaching out for a twig laying innocently on the ground. Somehow, he must have read his pet's thoughts. Or not. The man wasn't one to need reasons for abuse. Haku was actually proud he didn't flinch at that. It was long but thin, he had learned the wrong way that they hurt way more than the hard sticks.
His master slid the top over his skin, the wood scratching it teasingly, circling his chest as Haku tried to stop them from rising so high, poking at his perking nipples, everything under the guidance of Zabuza. The neko tried to relax and enjoy this while it lasted but he couldn't. He was always expecting a hit that just wouldn't come. The only thing remotely near it was the light slap his owner gave his member when the twig reached it. Which was immediately followed by an apologetic slide of it over his balls then even further. Haku instantly raised himself and opened his legs submissively.
He could think of something much better that could go in his hole. Something hard and solid and so hot, but he couldn't wait for the stick either. He fidgeted when it teased his opening, his tail twitching and making him mewl desperately. And that was when his master decided to take the stick away and instead of shoving it deep inside him he tossed it away.
Thinking he had been at fault, and having every right to suspect it, Haku resumed his former position just like the good little pet he was and mewled apologetically. Only once, he didn't know if his master was willing to accept his apology and doing anything else seemed pushing it. And his owner didn't like being pushed.
"Don't think I won't," Zabuza growled and Haku felt strong fingers close around the hands he had in his lap. He felt pressure so close to painful and yet not there and he complied- going on all fours and crawling toward his master. Zabuza's hands let him go only to return a few seconds later but this time circling his waist and lifting him as if he was a toy. Before he knew it, the neko was seated on his master's lap, with his back turned to the man's chest and riding his bent leg.
The man had changed after coming home from work, leaving the suit and opting for jeans instead, Haku suddenly realized and the fabric was just perfect against his sensitive parts. So perfect he almost rubbed himself against it but he knew better than not to wait for a clear order.
"The stick was too dirty anyway. And I use your hole even more than you do," Zabuza's gravelly voice reached his ears and he tightened his thighs to keep from having a dry-orgasm. "What are you waiting for, go ahead."
Few seconds after the command, or permission, penetrated his mind he wondered if he had imagined it. The hand that pressed against his lower back and forced him to bent even more so he was laying over the leg, told him that 'No, no, he wasn't dreaming. His master had given him the green light to dry-hump him'. If it wasn't for the cock-ring he would have come right there just from the realization.
He moved his hips gingerly at first, listening to that small voice in his head that told him it might be a trap, but when nothing happened he resumed it, every movement filled with boldness he hadn't felt for so long. In no time he was rutting against the leg, his hands circling it almost desperately. As if when his master decided to stop this it would help in some way. Somewhere along the ride Zabuza's fingers had started playing with his hole. The man had taken out the tail and replaced it with his own fingers, needless preparation for Haku but he wasn't about to complain. Not with his owner's fingers crooking just like that and... oh he was so close to coming. The ring had disappeared somewhere, too. Leaving him to fight a loosing battle all alone, he had no idea how he would manage that.
His balls tightened, his cock twitched and he told them to stopstopstop. Suddenly the fingers were gone and so was the leg, he wanted to follow it so badly but he knew, he knew... He was pushed forward, just a few feet away from his master on his hands and knees, his ass in the air, the only thing in his mind being the thought that he would finally be fucked within an inch of his life.
"Come, kitty," his master growled.
And he followed that order even if he didn't understand the reason behind it. He came and came until the grass under his stomach looked white and he had not a single thought left in his mind and not a feeling in his body but bliss.
"Come here." That command was harder to follow but he managed. A minute later he was kneeling on the right side of his master's body, nothing in his expression suggesting that he'd had an amazing orgasm. His master gripped his hair and dragged him down so Haku's face was beneath his own. "What a bad little kitty you are, not managing to hold on longer. You came all by yourself without even thinking of me."
The grip tightened and Haku bit his lips to contain the yelp. The man himself had given him the permission but that didn't matter. If he was guilty or not held no meaning, the only truth was what his master believed.
"Look at all that semen on the grass, if you can't think of me think about who would have to clean it. Why don't you lend them a hand, hm?"
At that Haku did feel guilty. The sheer image of someone wiping his come made him blush.
"Or better yet, your tongue." Zabuza was smiling. It wasn't a nice smile, but when had it been.
The neko nodded slightly, he had thought about asking for a rag of some kind but the moment his master offered licking it clean he realized he had longed to do that. So much that he was almost disappointed when he tried to get away from the hold the man had on him and clean it and all he received from his effort was a laugh and a brutal kiss.
"As if I would let your tongue anywhere near something so dirty. Once again, I am using that mouth too."
The next thing Haku remembered, or maybe it was his imagination, yes, that should have been it, his master had shifted so he could lay his head on the neko's lap. It was kind of heavy and the hair was tickling him all sorts of wrong but it was so perfect Haku thought he might burst.
And if he thought this moment couldn't get any better? Well, he had been so wrong.
"I think I was jealous today. Or maybe irritated. Angry, certainly," Zabuza said in a few minutes, ruining the perfect silence with even more perfect words. "The thing is you are mine. Kakashi has no right to waltz in here and stare at you."
Haku didn't need such a great imagination to pretend this had been a declaration of love. He needed a lot more self control not to bury his fingers in the unruly hair and just bath in the warming thought that he could.
But he couldn't.
His master was using him for a pillow, he was so much better than a tree. And all those kind words- treating him like property of a child with temper tantrums.
Or his normal self would have thought that. This lust-and-illusions-ridden one was too busy screaming in its head "I love you. I'm yours. Take me. Want me. Love me."
But he couldn't voice those thoughts, he wasn't even allowed to act on them. So the neko stood there, palms planted firmly on the ground on either side of his body, ignoring the numbness in his feet when it came, or the whipping wind that had started off as a gentle breeze when they had first arrived. He didn't pay attention to the sun getting lower and lower, the sky bleeding as a form of goodbye. Cherishing the warmth, the moment, the fantasy. He didn't move an inch until his master stood up, not even after that.
But everything had its end and didn't he know that. Zabuza beat the dust off his clothes, picked the few leafs that had glued themselves on his jeans and just like that the peaceful man that had spent hours just laying in Haku's lap disappeared and on its place came Zabuza, the neko's master.
"Shower, then come to the dinning room. There is no need for me to tell you not to do anything funny, is there?"
Nodding, Haku stood up and this time he didn't even sway. He was getting better at it. For a few moments he waited for his master to head to the house so he could follow, before realizing that the man wanted to be left alone, so he bowed slightly and left.
Walking toward the shower could have cleared his head. He was left alone, without his master's smell clouding his mind and the more rational part of his brain was slowly gaining the upper hand. So it wouldn't have been so surprising if he had returned to the dinning room without a trace of heat in him and with his mind in its place. Instead when he did walk back to his master he was even more over his head, having spent the last half an hour replaying the past, analyzing everything that had happened and giving it a false meaning.
Zabuza looked him up and down and smirked. The rational part screamed that he knew and that Haku should be careful, the one that was the boss right now decided it preferred to kneel before its master's open legs.
There was a bowl of milk there, one that Zabuza made clear was for him. It laid between the man's thighs and Haku involuntarily wondered if it was comfortable- having to spread his legs so wide that a whole bowl could be fitted there, right in front of your crotch. It must have been, he couldn't even imagine his master doing something bad to himself even when it was to tease his pet.
Haku bent his head, his rough tongue poking out of his mouth to lap at the liquid. He hadn't had milk for months, ever since his birthday, and he tried to treasure every moment, every drop, but it was so hard with that scent hitting him across the face. With that bulge right in front of him, more delicious than everything he had ever seen.
Slowly, as not to raise any suspicion, the neko shifted slightly so that if he wanted he could extend his neck further than the bowl. Then he did just that, leaning the top of his head right against the man's groin and continuing to eat as if nothing was happening. As if he hadn't heard the slight, barely-there hitch of his master's breath. But metal continued to hit porcelain, even when the twitching of Zabuza's cock was long since past the blink-and-you-will-miss-it phase.
Occasionally, Haku would press his head a little bit harder enjoying how his master would always press back, intentionally or not.
He was just finishing when his bowl was taken right under his nose, so fast that it knocked him on the chin. The pain was dull and short-lived, and so so easy to forget when his master pushed his head between his legs. And it was so close, that Haku could smell it, feel it in his throat. If he opened his mouth he would probably taste it, too, even through the jeans. The cock twitched, so hard and tempting and there and the neko's mouth fell open and closed around it. It was nothing like having it naked there and with no barrier but it was something he was more than willing to take.
"Movie or bedroom, pet?" Zabuza purred, hands tightening their hold and pushing even further. With the intention to suffocate Haku or to tease him was unclear. "Answer!"
It wasn't even a scream, just a word spoken lowly and threateningly, not followed by any kind of pain. This should have told him something. Right now, however, he was too concerned with having to speak when he clearly couldn't. Zabuza started dragging him away from his crotch and panic-stricken he shook his head twice, partly because he was hoping the man would understand what he wanted to say and partly so he could feel the hard flesh against him again.
"See, wasn't so hard." Haku could hear the smug smile in his voice.
The man yanked him back, putting enough distance between them so he didn't step on his pet when he stood up. There was something in his voice that made the neko uneasy. He didn't only sound too self-satisfied, he looked like that too. His back straight, whole body tense and vibrating in excitement, like a lion ready to jump a gazelle. And no matter the neko's kinship to the cat family there was no doubt which one was he in the scenario.
The man looked like he had won an utterly interesting...
"...game," the neko whispered.
His eyes widened from the sound of his own voice and his hands clenched into fists. He hoped against hope that the man hadn't heard him, the word had been so quietly spoken, he reasoned. And he could act the part, how hard would it be to pretend you were a love-sick fool?
Because now when he had learned the truth he would give anything to return to his heat, just for tonight.
And this is exactly when his master turned toward him and his smile widened. They had played a game... and Haku had lost.
"Oh, good, you are back. Your other self was a nuisance. Can't say it wasn't funny playing with it and giving it what it wanted but believe it or not I like someone who screams in pain more than someone who takes it all and wants more."
Haku winced at that. His nails were cutting half-moons on his white skin.
"Now, movie. You'll suck me off before I fuck you on the floor until you black out. I'm a little disappointed, though, I was looking forward to making you come all night. But you and me made no bets and now you have to repay me for babysitting your other self. Get up."
They were eating in silence. Since the day they had seen the results they couldn't even stay in the same room without fighting so they had made up a rule- no business talk on the table and in bed. And neither of them could think of something non-related to work to say.
Sasuke looked at his lover a few times, his mouth falling open but then snapping shut quickly. However, Naruto knew that they would be having that discussion again.
"We should tell him." And there it was.
'Why? So he could watch Haku die a painful death?! So he could play with him, twist him in every way possible just because he could? No, we aren't doing this.'
Naruto would have responded, had, in fact, on numerous occasions. But he was so tired and all he wanted was to eat in peace. So uncharacteristically he didn't say anything.
"Zabuza should know. He is into this as much as Haku," Sasuke tried again.
"You don't understand." Giving up on finishing his ramen, he felt he was going to be sick, anyway, Naruto lifted his head and glared. "All this time you holed yourself in the lab. I was the one to introduce him to the first hybrid, to the second, to the third..." His fingers closed around the chopsticks to the point of pain but that wasn't the reason behind the tears in his eyes. "Ten hybrids, Sasuke. I killed 10 hybrids. Because I believed in him, because I thought that if he was to meet the perfect one he'd change! Because I was stupid! But no more. I killed 10 of them, I won't kill another!"
Sasuke was silent and for that the blond was thankful. He wasn't sure if he could continue the quarrel without bursting into tears. He shook his head once again and stood up. Leaving the room so quickly, he almost missed the words whispered in the dead silence.
"But Haku is the perfect one"