So I lost inspiration for this fic for a little while, but I read a few great fanfics by my fellow authors, and regained it! I already have a few chapters laid out in my mind, I just have to type them up. As always, thank you for your patience and encouragement :)
When the sun rose, it's liquidy rays of light seeping in through the window, Kisame's small eyes were locked on the ceiling, instead of hidden behind closed lids like they should have been. Itachi, his Itachi, had been hurt. The black-haired man rarely admitted to being vulnerable about anything, especially when it came to emotional matters, but the shark could tell. He could tell from the way his voice had gone all soft and small and guarded, and first time in a long time, the man had tripped. Tripped and nearly fallen.
Sure, it was to be expected of a blind person to stumble every once in awhile, but it was notorious Uchiha-style to be an incredibly fast learner, and this was no exception. He had learned how to memorize certain places, knew where to dodge stepping. And when he was somewhere new and unfamiliar, he could test the ground lightly with his feet before establishing a pattern. And he could do it subtly, without people noticing.
"Damn it all." Kisame muttered, sitting up. He had barely gotten a wink of sleep the entire night. All he wanted was to comfort his lover, to tell him everything would be okay. It must have been awful for him to hear Haku's voice, finally, after all of the years of basically thinking of him as a symbol; A symbol of how he and Kisa couldn't live together. He sighed, resigned. He knew he couldn't call. Ita wouldn't want to talk right now. He'd give him a day or so to cool off, and then he'd try and talk to him.
The man was prone to sulks and temper, but God did Kisa love him. As far as the shark was concerned, the Uchiha was perfect in pretty much every way. Looks, personality, even when he was so angry, he had a beautiful furrow between his eyebrows that Kisame just loved to smooth away with his thumb. Even though once in a while when he did that, it didn't suceed in evaporating Itachi's temper, it magnified it, resulting in an elegant knee rammed directly into the larger man's crotch. It was usually worth it.
And what could he do with Haku? The horrified look full of hurt that boy had given him had ripped at his heartstrings. He hadn't wanted his youngest brother to find out about Ita that way, but he supposed it had to happen somehow. He just didn't know Haku would take it so personally that he and Itachi didn't live together. It might have been because of the pretty teenager, but it wasn't his fault. Kisame had made his own choices, and he didn't regret them. Of course he would love to live with his beloved Itachi, and felt free to be able to do that one day. When Haku was ready.
Maybe Zabuza was his savior. Maybe the tall, brown-haired bodyguard really knew what he was doing. It certainly seemed so, if the way he had readily protected the boy at the restaurant was any indication. But something was amiss. . .
Something in the way the man looked at Haku, with the heat in his eyes. Something in the way Haku seemed to find it all too normal for Zabuza's hand to brush his shoulder or arm, or for the boy to lean into the man's chest for support when they thought nobody was looking.
Kisame couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he was sure there was something wrong. Something different, not normal. He sighed again, thoughtfully, racking his brain, befire his eyes widened in realization.
Deidara. His mind whispered at him. Ah, of course, his other younger brother. The hyper blonde was so nosey and attentive he would know whatever was going on with Zabuza and Haku. The shark grinned. Part one of his investigation was to begin that day.
Yawning, Haku tried his best to stay asleep, warm and bundled in his cover. He didn't want to be awake yet, his dreams were too great. Smiling a little, he tried to recall all of them, but knew some of them were forever lost in the recesses of his own mind. Maybe he would have them again that night. Anyway, he was pretty sure all of them involved Zabuza. What kind of dreams would they be if they didn't?
He wiggled out from under his cover anyway, and shook his head, letting his mussed hair tumble down his back and shoulders before he stood and glared into his closet. It was getting colder and colder every day, and about this time of year Bindi or Parkins would scold him for wearing something that wasn't at least long-sleeved. And he was certain he couldn't wear any kind of shorts until spring. Frowning, he yanked a pair of jeans off the rack and a normal t-shirt. He could wear what he wanted.
Well, maybe he should listen to them. They were only trying to help. Growling at himself, he pulled one of the jackets he had bought the previous day off the rack as well. Pulling everything on, he glanced at himself in the mirror. He looked good. And Bindi and Parkins couldn't bitch at him for underdressing. Smiling a little, he pulled open a tiny drawer in a fancy jewely box he had gotten on one of his birthdays, and pulled two tiny white ribbon bows out. Clipping one onto each side of his hair, he thought about whether Zabuza would like them or not. He would probably think they were cute, Haku thought giddily, remembering the man's words.
After brushing his teeth, he made his way down the stairs, thinking. Maybe he could get Zabuza to take him off somewhere today so he could take pictures. The man was pretty much agreeable toward anything he wanted, so it shouldn't be too hard. Well, except one thing. He mind nagged at him. He scoffed, rolling his eyes. The man couldn't hold out forever. Haku could tell in the way he had to grit his teeth and clench his fists every time he told him to get off. Any day now, and he was all too certain he'd no longer be a virgin. Trying not to let his mind drift to the events that would take place to result in that, he glanced down at his feet. Of course he failed miserably at not thinking of he and Zabuza in bed together, but it was the thought that counted, right? And who wouldn't think about the bodyguard, anyway? He was so. . . Muscled. Haku was certain he could-
"Earth to Haku." Deidara said cheerfully, waving a hand rudely in his younger brother's face. The brunette blushed, and cleared in his throat.
"Yes?"
"Whatcha thinking about?"
"Nothing." Haku said quickly, picking up a magazine in defense, and absently thumbing through it. Deidara grinned knowingly.
". . . Yeah, un, I bet it had nothing to do with Zabuza." He cooed the man's name, making Haku snarl.
"Shut up!" The boy cried. "And what are you so happy about, anyway?" He said mockingly.
"I've got a date today." The blonde bragged, glancing up at the ceiling. "I'll probably be gone like all day."
Haku tilted his head, more interested than he wanted to be. "With Sasori?"
"That's right. He gave me his phone number and asked me out."
"I told you." Haku replied grudgingly. Why was everything so easy for the damn blonde? Deidara shrugged, as if he had no idea that he was attractive.
"I suppose. " He said quickly, waving the compliment off. "Anyway, un, he's coming over later so we can talk about where we want to go."
"Coming here?" Haku replied incredulously. Deidara nodded, his eyes narrowing.
"Yeah so what, un?"
Haku shrugged in mock casualty, glancing away slyly. "If I was trying to get a guy to like me, I sure wouldn't bring him here."
"And why the fuck not?" The middle brother asked, placing a fist on his hip.
"You don't want him to only like you because we have money." Haku whispered. So it was a low blow, but a boy couldn't help where he got his tactics. Deidara was always teasing him for liking Zabuza!
Deidara went to reply, and stopped, frowning. "I. . ." He thought a moment, and turned up his nose, his blue eyes flashing. "As if a guy wouldn't like me, anyway. I'm hot as Hell, and I'm a blonde, un. You wouldn't know, Haku. Men think of you like a child."
"That's not true." Haku hissed, his fists clenching.
"I bet Zabuza does." Deidara said softly, smirking. Haku had pissed him off, and he knew maybe he was going a bit far, but he didn't care. Nothing was going to ruin his mood today. "I bet Zabuza thinks of you like a little boy. That's probably why he won't have sex with you."
"At least men don't sleep with me and then go off and laugh behind my back!" Haku cried, his arms snapping up to shove his brother backward a step. Deidara looked shocked for a moment at the physical contact, but quickly recovered and shoved the brunette back. Haku whimpered as his back met the wall, hard. So Deidara was a little stronger than him. "Sasuke was right, you're a slut, Deidara!" He cried, his hand cracking against Deidara's face. Not necessarily a slap, just an open-palmed hit.
"You little bitch." Deidara snapped, his hand flying up to nurse his cheek, which he was sure would have a red mark on it. It better have fucking faded before Sasori came, or he'd kill the little bastard in his sleep. "You're just mad because you're a little crossdressing freak and nobody wants you, un." He raised his hand, which was clenched into a defiant fist, drawing it back to hit Haku as hard as he possibly could, hopefully somewhere in his stupid face.
"That's enough!" A deep voice from behind them snapped. Both boys turned, but not in time for Deidara to see the hand coming for him. Kisame snatched him up by his shirt collar, lifting him at least 2 inches off the ground, and holding him there.
"Kisa, let me fucking go!" Deidara screamed. "That little freak hit me!"
"Don't call me a freak!" Haku snapped, wondering if it would be totally inappropriate to plow his own fist into the blonde's stomach while he was restrained. When his hand seemed to list of it's own accord to do just that, he felt someone's much larger hand grab it. He gasped a little, his face flying up to see Zabuza glaring at him, his eyes filled with a deadly poison. He bit his lower lip. "Z-Zabuza." He whispered. Oh God, they had heard everything. Even the part about. . .
"What the fuck is wrong with the two of you?" Kisame snarled. He flicked Deidara away from him as easily as if he were swatting a fly, and the blonde landed on his ass a few feet away, snarling.
"God, fuck you, Kisame! It's always my fault, right!?" He snapped, raising himself up to his knees. The shark seemed to take this into consideration, and turned to the youngest. He scooped the brunette up in one move by the front of his shirt collar and tossed him over to where Deidara had landed. He seemed satisfied with this, and could barely resist the urge to stick out his tongue at his younger brother.
Zabuza glanced between the three of them, his eyes finally connecting with Kisa's, who looked angrier than he had hardly seen anyone. "And you." The shark said, his hands trembling with fury. "I think we need to have a talk."
Deidara's eyes widened slightly as he realized the two men had heard everything he and Haku had been arguing about. He glanced over at Haku, whose eyes had already welled up with tears, and with good reason. He wondered if his parents would fire Zabuza, and he and Haku would never be able to see each other again. He wondered even more if he and Kisame would fight. He looked away from his brother quickly. This wasn't his fault, no way. It's not like he knew Kisa had been in hearing distance of everything. And it wasn't his fault Haku was having a secret love affair with his bodyguard.
A vivid memory of Haku's flushed, but serenly smiling face when he had told Deidara that he was in love with Zabuza. He was so happy with the man. Aww man, Deidara's mind whined at him.
"Uh, Kisa! W-wait!" Deidara said quickly. Haku didn't look up, he seemed far too wrapped up in his own misery and grief. The shark turned slowly towards them.
"What, Deidara?" He snapped.
"Y-you and I need to talk first." He said quickly. The man cocked an eyebrow.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, please, it's important." He said. Kisa sighed exasperatedly.
"Fine. Whatever. Go wait for me in the dining room. Now!" He said loudly when the blonde didn't move. Deidara stood quickly, and hurried into the dining room, thinking of what he would say. "Don't move a fucking muscle. Either of you." He said. Zabuza frowned, but didn't really think he was in a position to argue. After all, he was the bad guy here. He knew exactly how it would appear to anyone who didn't understand. It would look like him using the beautiful teenager's feelings for him, for his own sexual favor. Of course that wasn't how it was, but how could he possibly explain that to the shark? How could Kisame ever understand that he really was in love with Haku?
Deidara's face whipped up when Kisa stomped into the room and sat loudly in one of the chairs. "Speak. And make it quick." He said.
"O-of course, un." Deidara nodded quickly. "I just wanted to tell you. . . It's my fault, about the, uh. . . You know." He said, stalling for time.
"Spit it out, Deidara, I don't have time for this."
"I was just trying to make Haku upset." He lied. "H-He. . . Well, I don't know if he would want me to tell you, but. . . He has a crush on Zabuza." He said quickly, trying not to look into Kisa's eyes. The oldest brother was usually decent at being able to tell if someone was lying or not. "He's embarassed about it, and I found out because I, uh. . . Read his journal." He went on talking before Kisame could comment. "And when I found out, I teased him about it. He begged me not to tell anyone, and I haven't, and Zabuza doesn't know, but I guess he does now." He finished weakly.
"A crush?" Kisame asked incredulously, but Deidara could tell he was buying it.
"Yeah. I mean, uh. . . Can you blame him, un? Zabuza is totally handsome." Deidara didn't particularly think so, Zabuza was a little too rugged-looking for his taste, but he supposed the bodyguard did have some attractive characteristics.
"Is that right?" Kisame asked, raising an eyebrow. Deidara could tell he wasn't very good at being able to tell what a teenager boy would think was handsome.
"Yeah, totally. And he's so. . . Calm. It's pretty hot." He said, and cleared his throat. "But, uh, anyway, un, I just wanted you to know that, so you wouldn't get mad at Zabuza. I mean, before now, I don't think he even knew Haku had a crush on him. Well, maybe, sometimes it's kind of obvious you know." He said, embellishing his story. Okay, he was taking the lie a little far, but oh well. Haku owed him big fucking time for this. "It's kind of cute, actually. But harmless really."
". . . Yes." Kisame agreed slowly. "It's normal for him to have crushes. . . Isn't it?" He said thoughtfully, almost to himself.
"Y-yeah!" Deidara said, smiling shakily. "Of course it is. I'd. . . I'd be worried if he didn't like Zabuza. I mean, the guy is so nice and thoughtful towards him, not to mention he saved his life. Pretty heroic, don't you think, un?"
"Yes." The shark replied. His temper seemed to have ebbed, much to Deidara's relief. As pissed as he was at the little freak for messing up his face, it's not like he wanted to ruin his brother's one chance at love and happiness. "I'm glad you told me all this."
". . . Yeah, but Haku must be embarassed. About Zabuza finding out about his crush. Maybe you shouldn't even mention it, un?"
"You're right." Kisame agreed. "Thanks." He said, standing up from the table. He walked out. Deidara groaned softly, laying his head on the table. Jeez, that had been a close one.
A few hours later, Deidara sat crosslegged on the bathroom counter, his forehead pressed against the mirror, sighing dramatically. This was complete, utter bullshit. It was a half hour until Sasori was supposed to get there, and the red mark he sported on his face had only faded minimally, and was still pretty bad in Deidara's mind. He had wanted to look perfect for the auburn-haired man. Because even when he looked good, Sasori could always find something to insult. He could only imagine the kind of things the man would say if he looked like crap when he came over.
"So unfair." He pouted at himself, poking his cheek with his finger softly.
He didn't move when he heard someone step into the bathroom softly. There were plenty of other bathrooms in the house, if someone needed to use it, they could just go to one of the other ones. There was no reason they needed this particular one when it was clear he was using the sink. . . Even if it was just to sit on.
He couldn't help but turn his head when he felt someone press an object into his shoulder. He stared down at it. A little beige container of. . . Something.
"Is this make-up?" Deidara asked flatly, raising his eyes to stare into his brother's tawny ones.
"Sort of." Haku said quietly. "It will blend in with your skin tone and cover that mark. Let me do it." He said. Deidara turned obligingly, turning his reddened cheek toward the brunette, eyes narrowed. Haku carefully dipped a single finger into the stuff, and rubbed it in carefully and evenly. He had been right when picking it out for Deidara's milky skin color, it blended in perfectly, and looked as though the mark had never even been there. "Finished." He whispered. The blonde turned back toward the mirror and eyed his reflection critically.
"It's gone." He said, relieved. "I'm still pissed."
"I know." Haku said softly, his eyes lowered toward the ground as he twisted the cap back onto the make-up. "You should be."
"Damn right. You almost ruined my date." Deidara said loudly, laying his head back onto the mirror.
"You almost ruined my life." Haku retorted, but with no heat or anger in his voice. Deidara looked at him wearily.
"Do you even know how hard it is to lie to Kisame?"
"Thank you so much, Deidara." Haku said nearly inaudibly. He felt his eyes get wet again, with tears of gratitude. "I really don't know how to thank you." He sniffled.
"Oh my God." Deidara rolled his eyes, giving the boy's shoulder a light shove. "Quit with the waterworks."
"Sorry." Haku said quietly. He swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. "I really thought. . . You know."
"Yeah." The blone said dismissively. "Anyway, this just means you owe me."
"Anything." Haku promised quietly.
"Well, you'll have to give me enough time to think of what it is I want from you." He said haughtily, and Haku nodded slowly.
"Anything." He repeated, then he paused. "Where is Kisa, anyway?"
"He left." Deidara said. "I think he went over to that guy's house." Haku tried not to think about 'that guy'.
Both boys glanced at each other when they heard the doorbell sound. Deidara hopped off the sink and basically threw himself out the bathroom door before either of them could say a word. Haku followed closely behind him.
"Damn it." Deidara hissed when they reached the foot of the stairs. They could see down to the entrance hall, where Parkins had already answered the door for Sasori, who walked calmly into the room, the door closing behind him.
"Is that him?" Haku whispered. The blonde looked back at him, nodding.
"Cute, right?" He asked, leaning over the rail, staring at the man.
". . . Yeah." Haku said, peering down. "He's got nice eyes." He said honestly. He could tell even from up there, they were an interesting shade of what looked like a mixture of copper and honey.
"They get darker sometimes when he's aggravated." Deidara said matter-of-factly. Then he bit his lip. "Do I look okay?"
"You look good." Haku said honestly. He did, of course. He never saw Deidara looking less than great. "Anyway, he already likes you, right?"
"Mmhmm." Deidara said quietly. "Okay, so I guess I should go down and talk to him, right?"
"Duh." Haku retorted. He watched Deidara flounce happily down the stairs, and immediately turned and headed back into the hallway. He didn't want to spy on them.
Deciding whether to go into his own bedroom and be alone or to go into Zabuza's and be with him was easy. Knocking quietly on the man's bedroom door, he waited for an answer. He frowned when he didn't get one. He knocked again, a little louder. Still no reply. Maybe Zabuza was sleeping. . . Turning the knob slowly, he opened the door.
"Zabuza?" He wondered softly, peering around the room. His breath caught in his throat, his cheeks warming up when he realized what he was hearing; drops of water constantly slapping the floor of the shower in the connecting bathroom. Zabuza was taking a shower. Swallowing, Haku glanced over at the closed bathroom door. He knew the man was stressed, he had thought the same as Haku. . . Until Deidara had lied for them. Maybe he was ust taking a nice, relaxing shower.
Haku closed the door behind him, sitting on the edge of the man's bed, wondering what to do. There was one very desirable, very dangerous option, of course. Strip down to nothing and sneak attack the man in the steamy shower, where he would be slick and soapy and naked and wet and unexpecting. The boy's eyes widened at the mental image.
. . . Yeah. That seemed like the best idea he had ever thought of. He was pretty sure Deidara was gonna be distracted with Sasori for awhile, anyway.
Pulling off his shirt and laying it on the man's bed, he hesitated a second, his fingers brushing the gold button on his jeans. Looking back up at the door, he sighed. How would Zabuza really feel about all this?
Favorable, Haku decided. The man wanted him, he just knew it. But he was so. . . Careful. The brunette scowled. Always treating him like glass that was going to break and shatter at the wrong touch. Well, that was just. . . Ridiculous. He was perfectly capable of making his own decisions. And he was old enough to have sex. . . Especially with someone who was in love with him.
He growled as he roughly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his legs, laying them on the bed. He slipped a finger into the elastic waistband of the little blue boxer shorts he wore, but stopped. Why was he nervous? Zabuza had seen. . . Everything before. Waving off the feeling, he took them off, too.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the bathroom door quickly, and yanked open the shower door before Zabuza could protest.
He had wanted to just go in, like it was so easy. But when he had pulled at that frosted glass door, and Zabuza had given him a surprised look that had quickly faded into what looked like annoyance and resignation, he paused. Like he could really stop now.
"I-I. . . " He stumbled over his words, trying to keep his eyes above chest level. His bodyguard was just so. . . Sexy. "I didn't really think this through." He admitted, allowing a small smile to surface on his face through his embarrassment and obvious internal conflict. Zabuza cocked an eyebrow, but the ghost of a smile flitted over his lips.
"Shut the door, you're letting the cold air in." He suggested. Haku blushed, and took a step forward, letting the door close behind him. He was really doing it. "Haku, you really are a little pervert."
The teenager began to protest, but paused. He laughed softly. ". . . I guess I am." He confessed, lifting his eyes to the man's face. "I've never been this way before." He whispered. "You bring it out in me."
"It's hard for me to complain." The man replied. He wasn't sure what to do next. He backed up a step to let Haku fully under the hot spray of water. The boy complied, and Zabuza watched as the warm water flowed all through his silky hair down his creamy body. He felt his cock stiffen, but couldn't take his eyes off the gorgeous teen. His eyes hungrily followed the streams of water down the boy's chest, over his flat tummy, and streaking over his slender thighs.
Haku made a little noise of contention in his throat at the feel of it, his hands coming back to push his hair out of his face. It seemed to snap Zabuza out of his concentration. The boy's eyes flickered down to below the man's bellybutton, and he grinned naughtily, looking back up at the man's face. ". . . Can I touch?" The boy asked quietly, and Zabuza grunted in response. Taking that as assent, Haku's fingertips drifted shyly from the man's abs down the little trail leading from his bellybutton to his dick. "You're so hard." He murmured in delight, as he once again enthralled by the feel of the man under his curious fingers.
Hardly able to take it anymore, Zabuza threaded his fingers into the lovely ebony locks of his sweetheart, pulling his pretty face up for a hard kiss. Their tongues tangled together in Haku's own sweet mouth, their lips fused together with enough force to bruise. "Oh, Zabuza." Haku cried softly, sounding faint. "I need you so much, you have no idea."
"Tell me more." The man muttered dizzily, planting rough, open-mouthed kisses along the boy's jawline, the saliva being washed away immediately by the water.
"I think about this all the time." He whispered desperately, his body already quivering with anticipation. "I was thinking about exactly this the other night, us in the shower together, while I stroked myself."
Zabuza groaned a little, feeling urgency. His teeth nipped at every inch of available flesh on the boy's neck and narrow shoulders. "I'd like to see that one day?"
"Me stroking myself?" Haku asked, gasping when the man's teeth grazed a sensitive spot on his flesh. His own small hands rubbed up his escort's chest, squeezing slightly, loving the feeling of muscles bunching and rippling.
"Nn, yes."
"I would do it for you whenever you wanted." He whispered, and one of his legs instinctively wrapped up and around the man's waist. Oh so flexible as always, Zabuza thought dimly, one of his hands trailing up the smooth leg and stopping to cup the globe of flesh that he had always wanted to feel. "I would do anything for you, Zabuza." He kept talking, feeling light-headed, as if he had taken some sort of potent drug. He moaned, throwing his head back as the man expertly grinded their groins together, their stiff arousals rubbing together deliciously. "More, more." He begged, delirious with pleasure already.
"Your skin feels so good." The man managed to say as his hands busied themselves with the boy's perfect ass, squeezing and moving it to make their bodies slide together roughly.
"Nngh, everything about you feels good." The boy replied throatily. "O-oh, Zabuza, I-I'm close already." He confessed, feeling embarrassment prick his cheeks. "I'm sorry." He moaned, his arms hugging the man's neck.
"It's okay, it's okay." He panted, but he couldn't stop bucking his hips against the boy's. It felt too amazing, Haku's hard cock throbbing against him, his beautiful voice strained and breathy, his hips moving quickly to try to get him to his release. "I know." He hissed, lifting the teen's body up off the floor and pressing him into the wall. His legs were wrapped around him tightly, just like in his own fantasy.
He had absolutely no leverage this way, Haku realized with despair. All he could do was let Zabuza's hips keep submitting him to that delicious friction. "Zabuzaaa. . ." He whined, pressing his lips to his bodyguard's collarbone and suckling. "I want you in me." He gasped out, his hands clenching the man's shoulders.
"I want to be in you." The man groaned, shaking. God, did he ever.
"I-I don't have anything." Haku moaned. Zabuza hadn't stopped grinding their bodies together, and if he didn't stop soon, he knew he was going to come everywhere. He had just waited so long for this.
"Soap." The man retorted, obviously understanding that Haku had been talking about lubrication. Scooping up the bar with one hand, he lathered it, making his hands slick. He rubbed his thumb and index finger together, and slid his hand up, letting his finger rest at the tight little hole concealed between the boy's thighs. He pushed it in, and felt his cock pulse. Haku was so tight. He could only imagine driving himself into that wonderful clenching passage, sliding in and out while the boy writhed in pleasure and moaned.
"Ah!" Haku tried as hard as he could to keep silent, but when the man slid a second digit into him, he couldn't help but cry out. It hurt. The tiny sound of pain seemed to wake Zabuza from some sort of dream, as he went completely still for a moment.
"Haku. . . " He whispered, suddenly unbearably gentle. The boy shifted slightly, and pressed his face into the man's neck.
"Yes?" He asked fearfully. He thought he knew what was coming.
"I can't do this." He said flatly. Haku groaned, wanting to scream in frustration.
"How can you say that?" He whimpered in despair. "How can you say that when we're naked, you have me against the wall. . . Your fingers are inside me." He whispered harshly, wanting to burst into hopeless tears. "I throw myself at you, and you just keep pushing me away. I must be so ugly to you, Zabuza."
"That's not it, and you know it."
"It has to be!" Haku cried angrily. His body was aching with need, begging him for just one more minute of stimulation. But his heart was throbbing with pain. "My legs are spread for you, you could do anything you wanted to me. You know that. You know all you have to do is take me. And you won't."
"Haku, this is your virginity. You're really asking me to take your innocence in a shower?"
"I don't care where we do it, Zabuza. Nothing matters, except that it's with you. Please." He begged, sniffling.
Zabuza sighed. "Haku, this isn't what I want for us. I. . ." He stopped for a moment, took a deep breath. "I have the rest of my life to do this to you. Everywhere. However you want it. But. . . You're going to end up regretting it if you just give it up this way."
Haku shook hs head, squeezing his eyes closed. "No." He argued.
"Yes, you will." The man said gently. "Haku, I promise you that I'm going to take your virginity. Nobody else is ever going to have you. You're mine."
"When?" He whispered.
"Soon." The man replied soothingly. "Very soon. I swear." He stroked the boy's wet, warm body lovingly. "I'm sorry you're frustrated." Haku didn't answer, but pleaded with the man with his big cocoa eyes. Zabuza understood, nodding. Their lips pressed together, gentler now, than before. Haku's legs clenched around the escort's waist, reminding him that they were still very naked and wet and pressed together.
"I love you." Zabuza said softly, rubbing their slick bodies together again until Haku was sighing and moaning and quivering again.
When they both came nearly simultaneously, with loud cries, they stood panting in each other's arms, kissing sweetly until they caught their breath.
Lol, I can totally see some of you being like "OH, FINALLY, THEY'RE GOING TO DO IT!" then reading all intently, and then after a minute and a half, being like :( "FFFFFFFUCK!!!"
Sorry everyone, it's a fic, not a porno! xD But there will be sex, if you are patient. Someday. (By the way, longest chapter so far! :D)
- Jesse
