So sorry for the huge gap in between updates, everyone! All is explained after this chapter, which is pretty bad, to be honest. But maybe it will hold you guys off for another few weeks - month until I can get a new comp to update regularly.
Sasori walked in slowly, eyes appraising the huge entrance hall, taking in all of the blindingly white furniture and walls, including a decadent chandelier and two marble columns. The kind of room you saw in movies about the lifestyles of the rich and famous. But this was where Deidara lived. No wonder he was such a prissy, spoiled, needy brat. Even the old, proper butler was just too cliche, the scorpion was very nearly expecting a camera crew to come out and tell him it was all a joke.
Before he had too much time to dwell on the thoughts of the insanely wealthy, he heard someone stomping down one of the two enormous staircases, and quickly saw who it was.
"Ah, Young Master, you have a visitor." Parkins told him gravely.
"Thank you, Parkins. We don't need anything. We'll be leaving soon." Deidara said, smiling. The elderly man bowed himself out, and the blonde was left only with Sasori in the room. He turned his head slowly, letting his lashes settle halfway over his eyes. "Hi." He said, because he wasn't sure what to say. Awkwardness wasn't something he experienced often, but it also wasn't often he liked a guy so much.
"I didn't really believe them." The auburn-haired man said, shrugging. He plopped down carelessly on a $500,000 couch, propping his dirty boots up on the $150,000 cherrywood coffee table.
"About what?" Deidara asked, sitting beside him, eyes narrowed. It didn't occur to him to tell Sasori to get his dirty shoes off the table, he really didn't give a shit about his parent's expensive items. And anyway, it's not as if they couldn't easily replace anything that got ruined.
"How rich you are. You're like a little spoiled heiress."
"That's not true." Deidara denied. He knew this would happen.
"Sure it is. You're 18, right?" Sasori asked, already knowing the answer. He definitely wouldn't have fucked around with anybody under 18. Jailtime was not appealing to him.
"Yeah, so?"
"And I bet when you turned 18, you got a big, fat juicy bank account with more money than you'll ever need in it." When the blonde didn't answer, Sasori smirked. "For doing nothing."
"I haven't done 'nothing'." He snapped vehemently, crossing his arms over his chest.
"What have you done to deserve such wealth?" Sasori asked curiously.
"Why did you even come here today?" Deidara asked, frowning. "You obviously don't want to date me." Which stung. It seems he was mistaken about the man's intentions yet again.
"Who says I don't?" He asked, frowning to match the blonde's angry face. His hand came up from his lap to cup the middle Hoshigaki's chin in his fingers, holding it there. The blonde didn't move, but his sapphire eyes slitted defiantly.
"If you did, you wouldn't treat me like this." He said through gritted teeth. It was hard to talk and remain angry with those eyes piercing his own, and that strong hand holding his face. He felt like he was melting, heat slowly creeping up his body from his toes to encompass him until he was tingling with sensation.
"What? Don't I treat you like everyone else?" He asked in mock surprise, his voice deathly quiet.
"No."
"That's because I don't give a shit how rich you are, or how good you suck dick." The words instantly made goosebumps rise on the blonde's skin. He wanted to shiver, but stared intently into those penny-colored eyes.
"Then what do you care about?" He asked. What else was there?
Sasori waited, acutely aware of how the blonde was anticipating his every word and move. Deidara had really fallen for him, of that he was completely sure. It was nearly comical, the spoiled little princess being so desperately obsessed with someone like him. He supposed it came from some rebellious streak, the idea of shocking mommy and daddy with the man he had chosen to associate himself with. And it would be just too easy, to manipulate the blue-eyed boy into doing every little thing that Sasori could want. Money, sexual favors, anything he could possibly desire. But for some reason, the idea didn't give him the feeling it usually would have. The thought of taking advantage of the sexy little teen wasn't nearly as appealing as it should have been. But he was sure of one thing.
"I want you to submit to me." Sasori said quietly, and watched melted sapphire eyes widen. When the boy's lips parted slightly, anticipating, he brought his face forward so they were only inches apart.
"Whatever you want." Deidara heard the words slip out of his own mouth before he could stop them. His heart was pounding in his chest. The scorpion still had a firm grip on his chin, but he wasn't sure he could have moved under normal circumstances, anyway. He sincerely hoped Parkins or Bindi or one of the other maids weren't watching him. He would hate for gossip of this kind to be spread around his house and possibly get back to his parents. Not that he wanted Sasori, but that he turned into a pathetic, mesmerized freak whenever the man even looked at him.
"Whatever I want." Sasori repeated flatly, eyes intense. Deidara wasn't entirely sure what Sasori wanted, but he was 100% sure of what he himself wanted, at least at this exact moment in time.
"Are you going to kiss me?" The blonde practically purred, tongue flitting out for a nano-second to wet his lips. The goosebumps hadn't yet faded back into his skin, and he didn't really want them to. He could live with this deliciously wicked anticipation forever, it seemed. He bet Sasori was a fucking amazing kisser.
Before Sasori could answer, both of them heard a door open and close, and hushed voices coming from above them. Deidara snarled, glaring at the staircase as his younger brother descended them. Talk about the worst timing in the history of the fucking world.
When the youngest Hoshigaki's eyes raised from the floor to see the two in the living room, he looked genuinely surprised.
"Oh! Deidara. . . I thought you would be gone by now. . ." He said quietly and apologetically.
"We were just leaving." The blonde said, bewteen gritted teeth. He stood up quickly, ignoring the puzzled look in Haku's eyes. Sasori ignored Deidara's obvious agitation and stood as well, eyes scrutinizing the brunette for a moment.
"I'm Sasori." He introduced himself smoothly, taking the younger sibling's hand and brushing his lips over the knuckles like someone in the movies. Haku looked shocked for a moment, but his impecable manners demanded he recover quickly.
"I-it's nice to meet you." He said quietly. He could see his blonde brother practically seething behind the aubrun-haired man, but dutifully ignored him. "I'm Haku."
Zabuza watched in half amusement, half annoyance as the older man let go of Haku's lovely hand, his attention obviously still 100% on the young brunette. The bodyguard was too aware of the reason Sasori was so intent on Haku to be jealous. He could see the attention-starving Deidara getting angrier by the second, and wondered if Sasori had ulterior motives pertaining to the pretty, perky blonde.
"Your bone structure is quite interesting, Haku." Sasori remarked.
"Thank you." The boy answered, a little embarassed, but flattered. He wondered if Zabuza liked his bone structure. He hoped Deidara was too irritated to notice that both he and Zabuza were still slightly damp from their shared shower, and his own long hair was clearly still wet. His cheeks flushed slightly at the thought of explaining the sweaty, amazingly sexy encounter to his brother before the familiar twinge of frustration sparked. He wished Zabuza would just take him already. It had been only been a few days since they had met, but he felt as though he had known the man forever.
"Forgive me, but I'm an artist. I always notice little details like that." Sasori was the perfect picture of a charmer, but Haku could tell he was one of those brooding types.
The ghost of a smile flitted around Sasori's mouth, a glint in his eye as he could practically feel Deidara's jealousy and anger radiating off the blonde in waves. It was just so easy to read him, and so easy to read the younger, dark-haired one as well. It amazed the man how different they were.
Haku was innocence incarnate without a hint of naivete, while Deidara was completely naive, but had no innocence. The youngest sibling knew what sorts of wickedness disguised itself in the forms of people and actions while the blonde was practically oblivious to anything unpleasant, his rose-colored glasses distorting everything in his path. But as they often said, ignorance was bliss. Deidara certainly seemed a lot more chipper than his brother. And Sasori would have bet his life savings that Haku was a virgin. Or had been, he corrected himself, until the tall man had gotten to him. He could practically see the auras around them, connected and intertwined. He wondered if Deidara knew they were involved. Or noticed that both of them were wet from a shower, obviously taken together.
"We were just leaving, weren't we, Sasori?" Deidara asked, practically snarling. He tugged on the man's hand pointedly. Sasori turned to him, satisfied. As if he was interested in the young Haku. Pretty yes, but not enough to actually even momentarily distract him from the blonde bundle of mischief who was currently vying for his undivided attention.
"Oh we were, weren't we?" Sasori asked mockingly, his eyes flicking back to Haku. "Nice meeting you."
"Likewise." Haku managed softly, somewhat stunned, as the pair exited, closing the door behind them loudly. He turned slowly, looking strangely at Zabuza, his lower lip caught between his teeth.
The man smiled. Sometimes Haku was just too adorable. It still amazed him that someone so beautiful and sweet could see him as anything other than repulsive. "I believe you just got flirted with." He suggested, lifting one dark eyebrow.
"He was just being polite." Haku argued quietly, blushing. "Can we just forget it? I know Deidara's gonna kill me when he gets home." The boy sighed.
"Sorry." The man leaned down, pressing their lips together for a second. When he pulled back, aku looked even more shocked than when Sasori had been complimenting him. "What?" He asked a little incredulously at the boy's surprised look.
"You kissed me." He said, mouth quirking up at the corner. He slipped his smaller hand into the man's, subtly pulling him toward the kitchen. He wanted to go down to his dark room, that had been the reason for even coming downstairs in the first place.
"I've done more than kiss you." Zabuza reminded him, allowing himself to be pulled along to where Haku wanted to go.
"Yes, but anyone could have seen."
The escort's eyes widened. "Oh! Shit. Shit, do you think Parkins or Bind-"
"Nobody saw. Nobody was there." Haku said quickly glancing back at him. And nobody would be down in his studio, either. Maybe he could convince Zabuza to cuddle with him on the little couch. Or maybe something a little less G-rated.
"I forgot you have servants and shit." He growled.
Haku didn't answer, but waited until they were down the stairs, the door leading down to the dark room securely closed. "I want you to be able to kiss me anywhere. Everywhere." He improvised.
"Haku, that's not going to happen."
"Ever?" The boy snapped, eyes flashing.
Zabuza hesitated, sensing this was a touchy subject. "Not for awhile. . ."
"You're embarassed by me." Haku said quietly. "Is it because of the way I dress?"
"No!" Zabuza growled. "It's not that at all!" His hands grasped the younger boy's shoulders. "Haku, you know I'm not ashamed of you. Why are you trying to provoke me?"
"I'm not. I want people to know about us."
"They will. When it's the right time. Do you even know how much trouble I could be in for this?"
"For being in love with me."
"For sucking your dick." The bodyguard said harshly. "Don't be so melodramatic. You've known from the beginning we had to keep this a secret. Are you trying to give me an ultimatum? Fuck you, or you'll tell everyone about us?" Haku didn't answer, only stared defiantly back into those cold gray eyes. Zabuza scowled. "Answer me, goddamn it!"
"Yes!" Haku cried, struggling against the strong hands of the man he loved. "Yes." He repeated, quieter. "Take my virginity."
"You're showing just how immature and NOT ready for a sexual relationship you are by acting like a spoiled brat." Zabuza hissed, his eyes dangerously hot. They had never argued before, and he never wanted to, but all the pent-up frustrations of the last few days were bubbling over. Not sleeping with Haku, trying to focus on his mission, keeping it a secret from everyone.
"If I'm a spoiled brat, then what does that make you I wonder." Haku whispered, his teeth bared. He wasn't struggling anymore, he was just plain livid. He rarely felt anger, but this was full-on rage.
"Is this what you want, Haku?" He snarled, snatching the slender boy up by his shoulders, kissing him roughly. He ignored the shocked gasp that tore from between the boy's beautiful lips as Zabuza's teeth and tongue roughly plundered inside his honey-sweet mouth. He scraped his tongue along the roof of the boy's mouth, claiming every part of him, while his hands tightened and clenched on the small shoulders. He growled, biting down hard onto the teen's full and already swollen bottom lip until he tasted thick copper ooze onto his tongue. He felt Haku quivering in his arms, and wasn't sure if it was from desire or fear. Or both.
His hands of their own accord gripped into the thin cotton of the boy's slim, ribbed t-shirt and ripped, the pretty fabric tearing with a loud noise and slithering down off his body onto the floor.
"Zabuza, d-" He silenced the boy's protest with a hand, squeezing hard. He ruthlessly ignored his huge, chocolate eyes that shimmered with shock and hurt. He was sure the quivering came from fear now. Haku was scared. Maybe Zabuza could scare him so much that he would fall out of love with the man. He was no good for the gorgeous teenager, anyway. As much as he loved Haku with a fierce, almost desperate passion, he was sure someone else could give him the life he deserved.
"Shut up. You wanted this. I'm giving you want you keep begging for." Zabuza reminded him harshly, using his free hand to easily unbutton the tight jeans of the boy, tugging them down slim hips and thighs until the denim locked around his knees. He felt Haku squirming in his grip, and could hear him whining behind the strong hand.
"Do you see what I could do to you now?" He asked, his voice a deadly quiet growl. Haku stopped struggling, stopped moving completely, except for his head nodding. Zabuza's hands loosened considerably, the one over the boy's mouth falling limply to his side. He felt where Haku's hot tears had leaked out from his eyes, down his cheeks and onto his hand.
The pretty teenager slid down the wall, landing on the floor in a crumpled heap, his face buried in his hands, shuddering with harsh sobs. Zabuza stayed standing, staring down hard at him. He could see several marks he had left in his frantic haste. He should never have hurt the boy, but Haku had to see. He had to see what Zabuza could do to him. "This is what I'll do to you when I lose control."
"No." Haku cried into his hands. He hadn't bothered to pull his clothes back into his place, and his shirt was in tatters anyway. His skin practically glowed in the dim lighting of the room. "No. You're my Zabuza. You love me."
"I'm not Zabuza." The man corrected. "I'm a 28-year-old killer. I'm not some hero in a romance novel, alright? This is the reason I didn't want to fuck you."
"It doesn't have to be like this." The teenager rubbed his red, swollen eyes. "You showed me that." He whispered, staring up at the man he was in love with. His words seemed to affect Zabuza physically. The man's fists clenched, his eyes glazing over. "I know you can be gentle with me, Zabuza. You've done it over and over. You held me." He breathed, his breath still shuddering out. "I need you." He finished, tears pouring out again.
The escort fell to his knees, gathering up the boy in his arms, holding him impossibly tight, clenching their bodies together, not caring that Haku was practically naked or that someone could come in at any moment.
"I'm just so afraid of hurting you, baby." He groaned against the beautiful brunette's ear, stroking the silky black hair he had come to love. "You're so small and delicate." He felt Haku's arms raise up tentatively to hug his neck.
"Don't try to scare me into hating you." He whispered. "It won't work. I'm in love with you. And nothing is going to change that."
"I'm so in love with you, Haku." He swore, his hands gripping the boy's face. "I don't want to hurt you, ok?"
"You won't." The teenager whispered. "I'm sorry."
"What could you possibly have to be sorry for?" Zabuza laughed without humor.
"It's just that I. . ." Haku hesitated slightly, embarassed. "I know I'm pushing you." He took a deep breath, glancing down at himself. Frowning, he lifted his body up off the cold stone floor enough to tug his jeans back up over his hips. Not bothering to button them, he continued. "I know I am, Zabuza." He repeated. "But. . . You don't think sex will make us. . . Closer?" He asked meekly, the hurt in his eyes evident.
"I think that what you just said is what every 17-year-old thinks." Zabuza sighed. He leaned back against the wall beside the boy, throwing an arm around his slender shoulders, enjoying the feel of the teen's head resting on his shoulder. "When we have sex, it'll be great. Really great, but it won't make us closer. We're already. . . Like this." He said, indicating their relationship with a broad gesture of his hand.
"But it'll be. . . My first time."
"And people hardly ever end up being with the person they lost their virginity to forever."
Haku's eyes widened, staring at his escort incredulously. ". . . You want me to go sleep with someone else?"
"No!" The brown-haired man growled. "Not ever. I didn't mean it wouldn't work for us. I just mean it won't do anything for our relationship. Young people like you are always looking to 'fix' relationships, when there isn't anything wrong with them to begin with. We're in love, okay? I don't need to fuck you to prove that, do I?"
"No." Haku said miserably, feeling like a complete idiot.
"Stop expecting it to be like what you see in the movies. I love you, you love me, when the time's right, we'll have sex. Okay?"
"Okay." He answered, resting his forehead on his knees. "Zabuza?" The man grunted in response. "Should I be nervous about it?"
"About. . . The pain, or. . .?"
Haku snorted a little, shaking his head quickly. "No. I can handle that. . . I meant. . . About pleasing you."
"No." He said flatly, frowning. "That's idiotic."
"Alright." Haku whispered. He laid his head back on the man's shoulder, snuggling comfortably into him.
It wasn't perfect like he saw in the movies, but Zabuza gave him something to believe in. Nobody had ever given him the same feelings inside, and he seriously doubted anyone else ever would. Zabuza was strong, handsome, serious to a fault, and obviously commited to him. What more could he ask for?
Feeling very much like they had somehow defied the odds and tricked the world by having happiness when fate so often denied it of deserving people, Haku brushed a lock of ebony hair behind his ear, and breathed in the musky scent of the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
My computer crashed several months ago, which is the reason nothing of mine has been updated. I have a job now, my orientation is july 19th so about a month after that, I will be getting my netbook and my stories will continue, including this one. That is all, and I'm sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused any of my expectant fans.
Okay so. . . Not my best, I know. This was done so rushed, you have no idea. I'm actually on my grandmother's computer and I definitely didn't want her accidentally stumbling upon something like this, so I did it all in one sitting! It was completely ridiculous and overdramatic, but hey, it's fanfiction. More about Kisa/Ita and Saso/Dei in coming chapters, I promise. And probly Naru/Sasu as well :]
I hope this pleases some of you.
- Jesse
