So I've pretty much decided the pairings I'm going to have in this fic. Obviously ZabuHaku, and NaruSasu~ But the 2 brothers will have side relationships as well. Which I plan on developing, so they will have a larger part in the story, albeit not as much as Zabuza and Haku of course!
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"For the longest time, I wasn't allowed out at all. My mother and father. . . They just didn't want me to leave. I don't know why." He said, before Zabuza could ask. At least, he thought the man would. In truth, the bodyguard knew exactly why Jaken and Emily wouldn't let him out. "But then when I turned 17, they told me they were hiring a bodyguard for me. Someone to follow me around at all times, make sure I was safe." He said. He was speaking quietly, but Zabuza's trained ears could hear every word, inflection, tone, and breath. He supposed it was a good thing, since Haku often spoke in a nearly inaudible volume. "I was excited." Haku admitted. "I had never been allowed to just. . . Leave before. To go to the park, or the movies, or to get ice cream like other kids. I wasn't really a kid anymore, but I was still excited. I shopped a lot." He confessed, smiling a little. "That's why I have so many clothes."
"I like your clothes." Zabuza said, before he could think about not saying it. He had always been incredibly good at keeping his mouth closed, and not saying things that would incriminate him. But with Haku, he was comfortable enough for anything to just tumble out of his mouth. Which wasn't always a good thing.
"You like my clothes?" Haku repeated, smiling sunnily.
"Hn." He answered with a grunt, slightly embarrassed. When Haku bit his lower lip to keep from laughing, he relented grudgingly. "They're. . . cute on you."
"Thank you." The boy answered softly. He burrowed back into the spot between the man's arm and side, and continued talking. "For about the first 3 months or so, it was really great. Pain was. . . He was a little strange, but I thought he was an alright guy. But he had this way of. . . Looking at me." He said, wringing his hands together. "It was so. . . Intense. I felt like he could see right through my clothes. Or even through me." He added, tilting his head. "Anyway. . . One day, he just started asking me weird things. If I'd ever had sex, if I even wanted to have sex, that kind of thing."
Zabuza ignored the lick of temper he felt begin in his blood, and reminded himself getting angry about this would serve no purpose. Just comfort Haku, his mind chanted over and over.
"I told him I hadn't, and. . . I didn't really think I wanted to. Not yet, anyway." He added. "But you know. . . I guess at first. . . I kind of liked it." He would always, always feel guilty for those first few times, when he had seriously considered giving his innocence to the orange-haired man. When he had craved male attention enough to give up everything just for it. Nothing anyone ever said, or anything he ever did could change the fact that he had almost done it. Willingly. "He would kiss me, and tell me how sexy I was." He whispered. He didn't want to look Zabuza in the face. It was too humiliating. "And. . . I had never felt like that before." And nothing could ever change the fact that the first time that Pain had crushed their mouths together, Haku had experienced one blissful moment of stunned pleasure and total abandonment, before he had pushed him away, panting, his eyes wide and shocked.
"Everyone has moments like that, Haku. You didn't do anything wrong."
"I let him touch me." He said quickly, It wasn't meant to argue, it was simply a fact. It was obvious to the brown-haired man that nothing he said could convince the boy that he wasn't guilty of some kind of sin. "He told me he wanted me. Wanted me to. . . Let him do things to me."
He wriggled out of the man's grip and walked over to a bookshelf, leaning against it, still not facing him. Zabuza let him. He knew what it was like not to want someone to touch you right then. ". . . I didn't want to do everything. But I would have let him."
"Why?" Zabuza couldn't stop himself from asking. "Why didn't you just tell him no?"
"I did." Haku said softly, finally looking his bodyguard in the face. The man's fist clenched beside him when he was the beautiful cocoa eyes were shimmering with tears that had not fallen yet. "Just not at first. I let him, kind of. . . Touch me over my clothes. It wasn't a big deal. We would kiss and he would put his hands all over me." He sighed, and walked back over to the man, sitting in his lap. "Is this grossing you out?"
"No." He said, wrapping his arm around to lock the younger male to him. "Keep going."
"Some of the times when we would do that, he would get really. . . Excited. Sometimes he got kind of rough, but I guess that's okay because I never told him he was hurting me."
It wasn't okay. Not to Zabuza. Thinking about the gorgeous teenager like that made him want to rage.
"Anyway, sometimes he would. . . You know." He stumbled over the wording, blushing. "He would kind of. . . Grind our bodies together when we were kissing, and a lot of times he would. . . Come." He felt Zabuza's body tense, and lowered his head. "Zabuza, I've never talked about this with anyone before. I'm sorry I'm not very good at it."
"You're fine." He said softly, to conceal his anger. He let his hands raise up to cup the boy's face, and kiss him sweetly. "I. . . I love you." He said, feeling like the words were glass, cutting his throat on the way out of his mouth.
"I love you too!" Haku gasped, the response tumbling out easily. He blushed a little, but his eyes were sparkling, the tears evaporated as if they had never been there. "Wow." He said quietly.
"What?" The man asked, shifting so the boy was buried in the crook of his thick arm.
"It sounds really. . . Nice. Coming from you."
Zabuza snorted a little, and kissed the boy's neck hard. "Are you feeling a little better about getting all this off your chest?"
"A little." Haku confessed. But he hoped Zabuza wouldn't think less of him.
"Then keep going." He prompted, and felt the boy's hot face nuzzle into his shoulder, his words slightly muffled by cloth and skin.
"And I was okay with that, but I was afraid someone in my family would find out. I guess he was, too, because he made me swear I wouldn't tell anyone. I didn't." He added. "I liked the feeling of. . . Making someone feel good." He said. "I know that isn't the way I should have done it, but. . . He liked it, and. . ." He trailed off miserably.
"I get it. It's alright." He repeated. His anger was beginning to ebb, leaving only a dull irritation. If he ever saw Pain Rikudo again with his own 2 eyes, he was more than certain it would only be for approximately 1.5 seconds. Which was the time Zabuza needed to pull out a gun, cock it, and fire. Or maybe he could take the bastard out with his bare hands. He was certain he could, but it would definitely be messier. Although it would be satisfying to wrap his hands around the man's throat, squeezing hard enough to make his ugly eyes bug out of his head, his own hands panicked and scratching. He would talk to him while he did it, Zabuza mused. Tell him how great Haku was. How sexy and perfect. And how the boy belonged to him now. He liked to think the pretty teenager would have appreciated his fantasies.
"But then he started doing things I didn't like." Haku continued. "He would, like. . . Bite me sometimes. On the neck, and my mouth and everything." He trailed off, eyeing his current guard. "I don't mind things like that." It had made his insides go liquid when Zabuz had nibbled on his lips. "But he made it hurt too much. And he didn't care that I didn't want him to."
He leaned forward, kissing the man quickly. "Zabuza." He whispered against the man's ear. "You're really hot when you look at me like that."
"Like what?" His mind had turned to mush at the feeling of the boy's mouth against his ear, his breath hot. But he wished Haku wouldn't distract him. He was trying to learn everything he could about the incidents that had taken place.
"Like you'd do anything to protect me." His dark eyes had been intensely serious, flashing with obvious fury.
"I would." He answered.
"I know." Haku said simply, laying his head on the strong chest, comforted by the hard heartbeat. "Can I keep going?"
"Please do." He said, stroking a hand all the way down the length of his spine, lifting his fingers just before they touched that perfect-looking, firm ass. His fingers itched to touch, but he knew this was definitely not an appropriate time to feel the boy up.
"I asked him to stop. A lot. He called me a frigid tease. He said I knew what I was doing, when I. . ." Haku trailed off again, sighing. "He said I acted sexy on purpose. To make men lust after me, and then I turned them away because I got off on teasing. I'm not like that." He said quickly, cheeks turning pink again. ". . . Am I?"
Zabuza frowned, eyes narrowing. "No." How dare that fucking Rikudo make the boy think that he was doing something wrong? "Haku. Even if you did tease him and provoke him, which I know you didn't, it still wasn't right of him to force himself onto you." He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "You aren't a tease, Haku."
"I'm glad." He said quietly. He turned so his face nuzzled in the chest muscles. He could smell the man's scent. It made him feel warm and safe. "One night. . . He was really. . . Needy." He decided on the word, but didn't particularly like it. Needy didn't describe the horrible look that had been in his eyes. It had reminded the teenager of a lion ready to devour it's prey with teeth and claws and death. "He was being really rough. He was biting me all over, and presing into my body with his hands."
"Pressing into your body?" Zabuza snapped sharply, his eyes lighting up.
"No!" Haku said quickly, shaking his head, his cheeks red. "No, he wasn't pressing. . . into my body. Not like that. But he was digging into my skin. I told him he had to stop, he was hurting me, and he told me boys like me like it when it hurts."
Zabuza didn't say anything. He could feel his blood throbbing in his veins. He wanted something to punch.
"He told me I would like it, and he was sick of me teasing him, anyway. He said that I'd thank him for it later. And. . . He started taking my clothes off. I tried to stop him, but he's really strong. I didn't want to cry or to beg him to stop." Haku said softly.
"Why not?"
"When I did that before. . . He liked it."
Zabuza gritted his teeth, his hands tightening dangerously on the boy's arms, making him whimper.
"Ow, Zabuza." He felt the man's hands loosen immediately. "So I just kind of. . . Didn't cooperate. But I couldn't help crying. I know it excited him, so I tried not to let him see but he saw, anyway. He was hurting me so bad. He pulled my hair really hard to get me to do what he wanted."
Zabuza's stomach clenched, his breath shuddering out. He sincerely hoped Haku was almost done. He was glad the boy was getting it off his chest, and he was glad he knew what happened. But it was making his blood pressure shoot through the roof.
"But Kisame came into my room, to ask me a question." He lowered his eyes. "You know. . . He didn't knock. Kisame had never came into my room without knocking before. That leads me to believe he knew something was going on. I'm just really lucky he came in when he did. . . " He said, then look up, their eyes connecting. "The end." He finished.
"That's it?" Zabuza asked, shifting again, resting his chin on the soft crown of the boy's hair.
"Mmhmm." He said, snuggling. "Well. Kisame grabbed him, and threw him against my wall. And yelled at him. And broke his nose. And other stuff. Then Father came in, because he heard banging noises." He sighed. "He told them I'm the one that wanted him to do it, and Kisame hit him again." He laughed quietly against his guard's throat. "He hit him so much I thought he was going to kill him. But I guess he didn't, because I heard he's in prison now."
"Yes." Zabuza said. "He is."
"Then Mother and Father weren't going to let me have another one. But I begged them to, because. . . I didn't think everyone was like that. So they started requesting favors from your boss. . . And I guess they decided he was trustworthy."
"And he decided I was trustworthy." Zabuza retorted, wondering if Gatou would still consider him so, as his fingertips drifted down to stroke the small strip of exposed skin between the boy's shirt and pants. It was warm.
"I can't imagine what I would do if I had never met you, Zabuza." Haku confessed softly. He raised his face up to kiss the man's jawline.
Zabuza grunted in response. He didn't want to think of having never met Haku. "What are we doing today?"
"Mm, I don't care. Anything." The boy sighed. "Let's go shopping." He said suddenly, giggling when he felt Zabuza's hands go limp at his sides.
"I've never. . . Shopped like that before." He said. Buying clothing was simply a necessity for him, not some kind of joy ride. Not that he had ever had enough money to do so anyway, even if he had desired skipping merrily thorugh a crowded department store paying way too much for clothes, just for the fun of it. The mental image of himself doing so made his eyes narrow.
"Do you mind?" Haku asked. "I'm really in the mood. And, um. . . Winter is coming. I need more winter clothes."
". . . I don't mind." He said.
"Will you hold all my bags?" He whispered, nuzzling his lips against Zabuza's collarbone.
"Yes." He said flatly.
"You're the best." He breathed, hugging his neck tightly. "When can we leave?"
"Whenever you want."
"I want to ride with just you." Haku sighed. "But I'm afraid we may have to take the limo."
"Why is that?" He had never ridden in a limo before.
"We have to have room for all my bags!" He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He laughed at Zabuza's blank expression. "You really are new at this."
"Apparently so." He agreed, and could barely contain a groan when the boy wriggled in his lap temptingly. "Stop."
"Stop what?" Haku asked, his long, overly flexible legs in Zabuza's opinion, moving to rest on either side of the man's body.
"That." He was hard again. This was insane. He wasn't a teenager anymore, he was long past puberty and raging hormones. So why was his body ready to fuck at the drop of a hat, practically anytime the boy even glanced in his direction?
"You don't really want me to stop." Haku pointed out, their foreheads pressing together. He shifted, so their hips were pressed together perfectly.
"No." Zabuza admitted, his breath coming out slightly harsh. He let his hands slide up soft thighs and hold the boy's rear, reveling in the pink blush that rose to the teenager's face, although the man could have sworn he looked just a tiny bit smug. God, he was built perfectly, every part of him seemed to drive the man crazy with desire. "Ah, Haku." He couldn't think of anything else to say when the boy's hand gripped him through his jeans again.
"Hm?" He asked. He could feel how hard the man was, practically bucking into his hand.
"You have to stop."
"But you make me so happy. I want to make you happy, too."
Zabuza didn't want to argue with that logic, although the boy made him happy constantly, without sexual favors. "Nngh." He couldn't help but moan a little when his hands began to stroke harder. "Haku." He snapped, pulling the boy's hands away from between his legs.
"Zabuza. . . Nobody's going to come down here and check on us." He wanted to feel that thick, pulsing cock in his hands again, but this time, watch the man's eyes burn with need. For him. "And. . . I want to relieve you."
Zabuza's eyes trailed down from the boy's pretty face, down his slender torso, to his long, awkwardly spread legs. He was hard too, probably achingly so. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.
"Let me relieve you." The man managed to grit out between his teeth, opening his eyes to see Haku's own tawny orbs widen.
"W-what?" Haku stuttered, blushing. He felt his body throb when the words echoed in his head. "Zabuza, you don't have to- Ahhh!" He moaned loudly when his bodyguard's hard mouth latched onto his chest, his tongue coming out to flick his nipple through the somewhat thin fabric.
"Shh." He hissed, raising his head, glaring. "Do you want Kisame to come down here and break my nose?"
"I think you could take him." Haku whispered, only half jokingly. But he clamped down on his lower lip with his teeth again, and was reminded vividly of stroking himself to orgasm in the shower, trying desperately not to let anyone hear. He felt the man's hot, wet mouth suckling him through the stupid shirt, and wanted nothing better to rip it off. "P-please. Just take it off."
Zabuza lifted a brow. "I'm not taking it off. If someone starts to come down here, you wouldn't have enough time to put it back on."
Haku gripped the hem of his shirt, lifting it, and holding it to his neck, eyes wide. The man smirked in response, lowering his head again. He kissed both of the teenager's slightly narrow shoulders, tasting the sweet skin, before moving back down to the seemingly overly-sensitive nipples. He let his large hand maneuver up the soft, flat belly, his calloused fingertips rubbing one. It pebbled under his skilled movements, making Haku gasp out, lifting his free hand (The one not clutched in Zabuza's hair) to cover his mouth. He whimpered against his palm, when the man's tongue unbearably slowly laved his other nipple.
Zabuza wanted to lick and kiss every inch of the boy's body, until he was screaming and writhing and begging, but he knew that wasn't an option. Not right now, anyway. But he could only imagine how sexy it would be to get the teenager frenzied and desperate for release. "Be quiet." He warned again, his hands swiftly unbuttoning the boy's tight jeans, sliding them down Haku's slender thighs just enough to free the teenager's erection.
Haku took a deep breath, feeling like he was going to faint. His head felt light and dizzy, like the most incredibly intense vertigo. He couldn't believe this was actually happening to him. Not like he didn't want it to, but he hadn't really expected it to. Not anytime soon, anyway, with the way the man would always push him away when it came to things of a sexual nature.
Haku was gorgeous everywhere, Zabuza concluded, resisting the urge to nip and suckle his hipbones, and the sensitive, shallow dips of his inner thighs. As much as he wanted to, he didn't want to be caught. And he had the feeling no matter who it was that came down the steps, they wouldn't appreciate the image of Haku, his jeans around his knees, with Zabuza's face in his crotch. So getting it over with quickly was key, although he did feel a miniscule passing of guilt. He was pretty sure this was the boy's first (willing) sexual experience of his own, and it shouldn't have been rushed. But the guilt passed quickly, when Haku bucked up, moaning loudly behind his fingers, practically begging the bodyguard with his huge brown eyes. He figured Haku wouldn't want him lingering anyway, not this first time, when he seemed to be dying of desperation and the man hadn't even touched his cock yet.
Oh god, Haku hoped he didn't embarrass himself by coming too obscenely quickly. And then, in a flash, he had not thoughts, no hopes. The only thing he could do was moan, and the only thing he could see was the ceiling, and even that was blurry and hazy. His hand clenched in Zabuza's hair hard enough for it to hurt, but Zabuza ignored it. He was hardened to pain, so a little hair-pulling was pretty minor to him. And anyway, it just showed how unaware the pretty teenager was, what with the man's lips teasing his dick and all.
Zabuza dragged his sharp teeth across the dark head of Haku's cock, before obligingly flattening his tongue and taking it into his mouth, moving down quickly and efficiently, until the tip of his nose brushed the boy's quivering belly. He was pretty experienced at this kind of thing, and although Haku wasn't small down there (especially for the petite size of his general body), but he wasn't huge. Again, the word perfect floated dreamily through the man's mind like a bright, scrolling marquee.
He was dying, burning up irrevocably, his skin singing. He couldn't move, but he certainly couldn't stay still. He wanted to scream, but he knew even his hand wouldn't muffle it enough. It felt so amazing for his throbbing length to be against Zabuza's hot tongue. Everything just felt so amazing. "Z-Zabuza!" His voice was high-pitched and whiny, humiliatingly so, but he didn't have the presence of mind to be embarrassed. The man's scorching mouth was burning his sensitive, formerly untouched by another person, flesh but in the most exquisite way.
The man could taste precum on the back of his tongue, feeling a spark of smugness and pride. He bobbed his head in a rhythm, not agonizingly slow, but not fast enough to make Haku shriek and give them away. He needed it to end faster. To not only please the boy, but to please his throbbing fingertips, his stroked up the trembling, silky thighs, slipping his hand under his the boy's body, gripping his balls.
"Zabuza! Ah! Please!!" He was mindless now, his head thrashing to the side, his hips undulating. "AH!" He cried out again, forgetting altogether to be quiet, forgetting everything. He felt one of Zabuza's hands leave his body to clamp over his mouth, hard. Harder than he would have liked under normal circumstances, but he supposed he couldn't complain. But he was too far gone to process the fact that the man took explicit care not to cover his nostrils, too.
The escort knew he was clinging to that slippery, dangerous edge by his fingers, only inches away from the grand insanity of release. He hummed in his throat, knowing the vibrations would push him through it.
Haku's mind completely blanked. His eyes became huge, and his body went stiff. His hands tightened. His body arched at a nearly impossible angle and he screamed against the firm palm of the man's hand. It was big enough to silence it for the most part, at least to someone far enough away as the door. But Zabuza heard it.
He pulled back slowly, greedily swallowing every hot spurt of milky cum, tasting it on his tongue and feeling it coat his throat thickly. He pulled back completely, narrowed eyes trailing up Haku's flushed, quivering body, to his face, which was pink, his eyes half-lidded, filled with adoration.
"Oh, wow, Zabuza." He whispered between heavy panting. He groaned a little when the man's lips connected with his, his nose wrinkling at the bitter taste of himself. He couldn't say anything else as the man's hands tugged up his jeans over his hips again, buttoning them and straightening his shirt perfectly.
The bodyguard sighed, sitting their bodies up, staring into the teenager's face intensely. He didn't know what to say. Especially not when Haku was staring at him with that soppy, slavish look in his pretty face. It was kind of endearing. His thoughts were quite rudely and abruptly interrupted, however, when he heard the knob on the basement door rattle slightly, and the door open.
Haku's eyes widened, but before he could even make a move, Zabuza had yanked him up harshly from his half-laying, half-sitting postion and shoved him to the end of the loveseat, hard. Haku gasped out as his head was shoved down against the arm. "Pretend to be asleep." The man snapped softly, covering the boy's flushed, damp face with his hair. He swiftly moved across the room to the armchair, and tried to not to look suspicious. Like he couldn't still taste Haku's cum on his tongue.
The steps were quick and bouncy and before the slim, denim-clad legs even appeared, followed by a long body, and bright blonde hair, Zabuza had known. "Oh, is he asleep, un?"
"Yes." Zabuza answered flatly.
"Ah, well I just wanted to tell him I was leaving. I'm going to a party. I wanted him to, uh. . . Wish me good luck with what we talked about, un." He said, tucking his hands in his pockets, and grinning sheepishly.
"Good luck." Haku said softly, peering at his brother through his dark strands of hair. Zabuza glanced at him, and hoped Deidara wouldn't pay enough attention to figure anything out.
"Thanks." The blonde giggled, and turned back, racing up the stairs. He slammed the door shut behind him, and Zabuza exhaled, sinking down into the armchair. Haku smiled from across the room.
"You're funny, Zabuza." The man only cocked an eyebrow.
xP Deidara makes me laugh. He is such a cutie-pie. Review :D
