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"Haku." Zabuza began slowly, seeming to choose his words carefully. He looked troubled. The boy looked up instantly from the thin paperback book he had been thumbing through, eyes bright and attentive. They had headed back up to Zabuza's room after the scene with Sasuke and Kisame, Haku still worried and more than a little curious about what was going on with those two. "Do you remember when you asked me if it bothered me so much that you weren't 18?"

Haku made a noise of assent in his throat, nodding once. "You told me it did."

"And you told me you didn't understand the difference, you would still be the same person even after your 18th birthday."

"Yes. It's true." He reiterated, but frowned slightly. What was the man getting at?

"I know that you're right." He agreed, his eyes lowering to the ground before closing completely, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in a sign of discomfort. He opened his mouth to speak again, but closed it on a grimace. "Never mind."

Haku gawked, his eyes wide with hurt. "No!" He protested loudly. "Please Zabuza, I want you to open up to me."

"It's not something you would want to hear." He deadpanned.

"A thought from your mind would never be something I wouldn't want to hear." He promised, taking the man's large hands with his smaller ones.

The bodyguard hesitated a little, trying to pull his hands back. "For such a delicate thing, you truly have an iron grip." His mind fleetingly drifted to the time's when Haku's slim thighs had locked like a vice around his waist or hips. It was true, he was suprisingly strong and tactile for such a fragile, doll-like appearance. Zabuza wasn't sure if he found that disturbing or comforting.

"I'm not as delicate as you think." The teen glowered, his sepia eyes shooting daggers into the obsidian orbs of the older man. "I've been through some things too, you know." And although they both knew too well the man could have taken his hands back at any point, they stayed where they were; locked with Haku's.

"I'm not afraid of having sex with you as a 17-year-old. I'm afraid of having sex with you, period."

Haku tilted his head back, completely at a loss for words. If Zabuza had told him he was planning on taking a vacation to Hell, it wouldn't have been less expected.

"Why?" Was all he could voice, shaking his head slightly. "It's not. . . You know. . . Me, is it? Are you worried it won't be any good?"

Zabuza laughed without humor, shaking his head, his eyes flat and dull. "It isn't that. Our sexual chemistry is a pretty good indication of how it will be."

"Then what could it possibly be?" He wondered, squeezing the rough hands with his own soft ones. As always, their distinct contrasts sent a pleasurable chill up Zabuza's spine. Black and white, good and evil, beautiful and ugly. He knew in some dim corner of his mind that if Haku knew he thought of them that way, as beautiful and ugly, he would whine at the comparison.

"This isn't easy for me to say."

"Nothing seems easy for you to say." The boy sighed, but resisted the urge to make any more physical contact to soothe or comfort.

"I wonder if it will change you." He finally relented, letting the words come out, eyeing Haku apprehensively. When the boy didn't speak, he heaved a sigh. "You're so pure and perfect, you-"

Haku jerked his hands back, tucking them under his legs so the man could not grab them and force him to hold hands, his face stormy and agitated in an instant. Mood swings, Zabuza's inner thought process suggested, which only reminded him that Haku was a teenager, with raging hormones, which in turn reminded him he was in love with a teenager. Damn it.

"Stop saying that, I'm so tired of hearing it!" He spat out. "What makes me so perfect?"

Zabuza's eyes narrowed intensely, his frown becoming a scowl. "Compared to scum like me, you're practically Christ's disciple. Your heart bleeds for every living thing on this Earth. . . And not only is your mind and heart pure, your body is-"

"Being a virgin doesn't define who I am, or even my personality. I am what I am, no matter if your dick has been in me or not!" He finished, his chest panting with the effort of his words.

Zabuza visibly winced at the choice of words, and the boy's anger. Like he had said, Haku wouldn't want to hear it.

"You're so ridiculous, Zabuza!" He snapped, his eyes holding the look of absolute outrage. "I know you think of me as some kind of symbol, but you're putting me on a pedestal I can never live up to!" He huffed a breath, glaring at the ceiling.

They were both silent after that for awhile, Haku's temper slowly ebbing away to a dull irritation. He eyed the man apprehensively, who looked conflicted, to say the least. He looked as if he were in physical pain. Haku knew there was no way he could convince the brown-haired man, with words.

"I will prove it to you." Haku whispered, his voice barely audible. Zabuza glanced back up at him.

"What did you say?"

"I said I'll prove it to you." He repeated louder, gaining slightly more confidence when the assassin's brow furrowed together in an attempt to understand. He grasped the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, and letting it slither to the floor. Before Zabuza could protest, he slinked over to the man's bedroom door, clicking the lock silently into place. "Don't even try to stop me, Zabuza." He breathed, his eyes serious, mouth set in a grim line.

"You've got to be kidding me." He retorted flatly, waiting for the boy to come to his senses. His eyes widened and he began to protest when the gorgeous teenager unbuttoned his jeans, slipping them down his legs. "Haku, what are you-"

"Shut up!" The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, leaving them both shocked. A blush rose to the boy's cheeks, but his eyes remained determined, his body poised in an attack pose.

"Did you really just tell me to shut up?" He growled. What the Hell was Haku's problem? He was acting like some kind of psycho all of a sudden. Without giving the man an answer, Haku unceremoniously peeled his last remaining piece of clothing, his underwear, down his legs, letting them fall to the small pile now on the man's floor.

"Yes." He affirmed, clenching his fists to avoid covering himself, insecurites and crippling shyness, wanting to solidify the confident facade. "You don't need to talk. You just need to hush and let me show you what I want."

"I can see what you want."

"Then. . . I guess I don't need to explain it to you." His walk to the bed was so slow, Zabuza could have almost sworn he was gliding across the carpeted floor. He climbed onto the bed at an agonizing pace, his eyes hot. He straddled the man's hips, his hands splayed on the strong chest and leaned forward, their faces nearly touching. "Are you going to deny me?" His hair fell forward, brushing the sides of the bodyguard's face like thick feathers.

Zabuza shook his head wordlessly, his heartbeat pounding in his head like a slow drum beat. His hands lifted gripping Haku's face gently, his rough thumbs sliding across the full bottom lip of his young lover. "I can't deny you anything, Haku. Not anymore."

"You'll give me everything?"

"Everything."

"I. . . " Haku trailed off, willing his doubts and self-doubt away forcibly. "I just want to get this over with. I want to show you that it will be the same between us, after sex. I will always love you." He whispered.

Zabuza stared into his eyes for what seemed like the longest time, before taking a deep breath and speaking. "I will love you, no matter what. I swear to you, Haku, nobody could ever feel like I feel for you, for this relationship."

"I know it's hard for you to say things like that." The teen retorted, snuggling against the man's chest, his face nuzzling the strong neck and shoulder. Zabuza's eyes glanced down at the lean, bare body on him, sending a pulse of desire streaking down his own body.

"I know it's hard for you to fake such confidence." He answered, making Haku smile sheepishly, his eyes closing dreamily, his cheeks pink.

"I'm so nervous." He admitted, tilting his head. "But I don't want you to stop. Promise me." He said adamantly, pushing down on the man's chest firmly.

"I promise I will give you whatever you want."

"I want you to take your clothes off now." Haku suggested, face tilting down to their bodies. He felt a little exposed, considering he was completely naked and Zabuza was completely clothed, although it was kind of erotic. . .

Without another word, the man was shed of his cotton shirt and worn denim jeans, his boxers the only piece of clothing keeping Haku from what he wanted. Before the boy could protest, Zabuza took him into his arms and kissed him, their bodies entwined together on the large mattress. His lips were demanding, devouring Haku's by crushing and then nibbling, the tip of his tongue barely fluttering against that sweet mouth. The pretty brunette managed a soft sigh before the man's strong tongue unhesitatingly laved every part of his mouth, finding what seemed like to Zabuza was a wellspring of love and tenderness and absolute acceptance, so unlike the ugly world he had grown up in. His lips were gentle, but Haku's unrelenting acceptance of them aroused Zabuza in more ways than he could express, the kisses becoming more fiercely insistent.

"Zabuza, I need you." He breathed out, his hands apprehensively skimming across tough abs and pectorals, immensely appreciating the man's muscles bunching and releasing beneath his touch.

With those words humming like a mantra in his head, the bodyguard rose over the slim, pale body, his hands stroking and brushing assertively and dominantly while his mouth swallowed the tiny moans and gasps that Haku was just beginning to emit.

"Are you sure about this?" He questioned again, raising up, trying to read the boy's flushed face, eyes clouded and dreamy with love and lust. "Because if you aren't, we. . . Need to stop now. I don't think I could if we go any farther." He admitted, eyes lowering a little in embarrassment.

"I'm so sure." Haku swore, arching his body up a little, reminding Zabuza of the task at hand.

"Well. . . If you're sure. . . I, uh. . . I don't, you know. . . " Zabuza heaved a sigh before continuing, immensely annoyed with his own stuttering and nervousness. He had never felt such uncertainty before. . . It was like torture for the usually self-assured man. "I don't have anything with me."

"Meaning?" Haku murmured softly, his fingertips becoming bolder, stroking just under the waistband of the man's boxers, sending tiny, eager pulses soaring.

"I don't have condoms or you know. . . Anything."

"Do we really need one? I don't have anything for you to catch." Haku paused, hesitating. "Do you. . . Have anything?"

"No. But what about, you know. . . We need oil or lube or something. Otherwise, this is going to be terrible for you." He asserted firmly. "I haven't had sex in a few years. I haven't needed anything like that." He explained to the boy's questioning eyes.

"Well I certainly don't have anything like-" He stopped midsentence. "Dara has some, I'm sure."

"Well, that doesn't do me any favors." Zabuza growled pointedly, feeling a spark of annoyance. It was getting increasingly difficult to hold this conversation while the boy's fingers were stroking him everywhere except where his body was practically begging. "He and Kisame are gone."

"Go to his room and get it. I know he won't mind."

"Me!? Why don't you go? He's your brother."

"I'm already naked."

Zabuza snarled, resignedly. He snatched his jeans up off the floor, yanking them up and buttoning them carelessly. He stalked to the door, opening it slowly, peering out to make sure there were no butlers or maids lurking about. He rushed out, closing it softly behind him.

Deidara's room was a mess. His eyes traveled unconcernedly over the piles of clothing and papers. His eyes landed on the dresser, which was littered with pots and tubes and bottles of lotions, creams, moisturizers, and other things. His eyes narrowed, his mouth in a frown. None of this was what he was really looking for. He slinked to the bedside table, which was difficult enough while sporting a full erection, opening the drawer, eyeing the contents unabashedly. There must have been at least 15 condoms, in various brands and styles, and finally what the man was looking for, a little bottle of clear liquid lubricant. Thank God for Deidara, He thought gratefully, making a mental note to thank the middle brother one day, when he and Haku's relationship was out in the open.

On his way back to his own room, he reflected on the fact that Deidara seemed to have an extremely active sex life, while Haku remained completely a virgin, wondering how nobody seemed to know about the promiscuities of the blonde. He decided the maids and butlers must not be as observant as he had once worried over.

When he opened the door, he closed it behind him instantly, clicking the lock back into place, and tearing his jeans back off, this time taking the boxers with them. He climbed back up onto the bed, continuing where he left off, setting the bottle beside them.

"Wait, wait." Haku protested against the man's rough, beseeching mouth, shaking his head. "I want to see your body." He confessed, smiling a little at the man's expression.

"You've seen it."

"But it's so. . . Fascinating." He struggled for the word, his fingers back to drawing arousing little designs on the man's abs and groin, feather-soft touches that made Zabuza want to howl in frustration. The body guard oblingingly leaned back for the boy's hungry eyes, trying not to give in to vanity and flex any of his muscles. "Your body really is perfect."

"Even the scars?" He mused, already knowing what the boy would say.

"I love them." He promised. He glanced down at his own fingers, which were now only centimeters away from the man's fully aroused cock. Taking a small intake of breath, he shifted his hands, grippping the thick arousal gingerly, the low noise in the man's throat giving him a huge surge of confidence. Before he could begin stroking the heated flesh, Zabuza pushed him down, his back hitting the bed softly, his eyes wide, his lips instantly covered once again.

When Zabuza's questing fingers found his rosy nipple, the boy's back arched a little off the bed, unconsciously seeking more contact. Now that his nerves and anxiety had begun to wear off, Haku realized it wasn't only his mind and heart that wanted this coupling; His body was burning up for it. All the times he had been left unsatisifed by the man's hot, wicked kisses and bold touches, all of that was over. He could finally lay back and let pleasure take him over.

His fingers brashly stroked and seduced the sensitive areas until he felt the boy practically quivering in passion. Zabuza's mouth inched downward, dropping light, quick kisses down the teenager's neck and chest before gently suckling one of the rosy pearls, his tongue expertly flicking the stiff bud. This treatment, which left Haku gasping, continued for several more minutes until the boy moaned out loud.

"Zabuza." The name was a shameless plead, which the man could not resist but heed. He agreeably skimmed his mouth down leaving a trail of sweet kisses down the brunette's abdomen, licking and nuzzling the shallow navel. His mind flashed back to the first time he had seen Haku's body, when the boy had been changing into his pajamas, remembering the fleeting vision he had. At the time, the fantasy had left him feeling guilty and unsure, but now it just sent a wave of arousal over him. He laved the flat stomach, the tip of his tongue toying seductively with the bellybutton, lips sliding over to cruise over hipbones, leaving Haku nearly delirious. His nimble fingers tangled in the man's short hair, slender body arching once again. "Please." He imposed once again.

Zabuza lined their bodies up, anchoring himself on his forearms, lining their slick, heated bodies up together so that their stiff cocks grinded together. "Za-ah. . . " Haku couldn't finish, as he threw his head back, his hips bucking in desperation. "It feels so good."

Zabuza smirked up at his face. The boy was practically lost in passion and desire. . . He was so responsive, each light touch sending him spiralling into pleasure. Mentally, he wanted to spend the rest of his life in this extended state of foreplay, listening to Haku's sweet moans, but physically. . .

"Haku, if we wait much longer. . ."

"Don't wait. Just do it. I'm ready." Locking his fingers behind the man's neck, Haku implored him with a sustained pulling motion. "I want to be yours."

The words sent a shock wave down his body, from the top of his head to his toes, leaving him stunned. "Oh, Haku, you're already mine, and you know it." Regardless of his argument, he grasped the bottle of clear gel in his hand, and knelt between the boy's thighs.

"Tell me if it starts to hurt, I'll be more gentle." He promised, squeezing some out onto his fingers. The teenage beauty nodded wordlessly, his eyes following the movement of the man's hands. His slick finger paused at the boy's entrance, before pushing in unbearably slowly. The virginal passage clenched against the obtrusion, before Haku took a breath, willing his muscles to relax. He wanted this more than anything.

When the man's skilled finger had rubbed enough of the oily liquid in, he gently entered another digit, remembering Haku's tiny cry of pain in the shower guiltily. He knew it was impossible not to cause some pain during this endeavor, but he couldn't bear to cause any more than was absolutely necessary. . .

"Everything okay?" Zabuza asked huskily, trying to ignore his throbbing erection. He couldn't ever remember such sexual frustration in his life. He felt like he were poised on the edge of a cliff, ready to dive into a sea of the sweetest water, water that would heal all pain and counteract all negativity.

"Yes, I'm fine." Haku answered dizzily, his lower lip caught between his teeth, trying not to tense up. It hurt, but under the sharp pain, there was beginning to be a light pulse of dim pleasure.

Zabuza's coal eyes narrowed, his fingers stroking the soft insides, scissoring gently to prepare the sweet, tight body for what was coming.

"Oh my God!" When the tip of his calloused index finger made contact with the the tiny bundle of nerves lodged deep inside the boy, Haku sprang forward, his voice filled with rapture and an undernote of panic, his hands clenching his bodyguard's shoulders for support.

"I know, shh. . ." Zabuza hushed him, kissing his lips roughly. "Everyone will hear you."

"I never. . ." He trailed off, blushing red. Zabuza felt an unbelievable rush of pride and egotism at the beauty's reaction.

"Just keep it down." The man reminded him. Haku nodded, panting. He layed back, hissing in pleasure at the fingers still moving inside him.

"Next time, we are doing it at your apartment, so we can be as loud as we want." He said firmly, making Zabuza chuckle.

"Whatever you say, love." He thrust his fingers in and out a few more times, leaving Haku a moaning, stuttering mess as he tried to conceal his sounds.

"Oh, Zabuza, please, that's enough. Just do it."

"Haku, are you sure? I c-"

"I'm sure, I'm sure. I want you so bad, Zabuza. I need you." He repeated, holding his breath as the man lined his thick arousal up with his now slicked entrance. "Yes." He breathed, before the man could ask.

For a fleeting moment, Zabuza wondered if he should go in inch by agonizing inch, or if he should take it all in one go, and get the pain over with, like ripping off a band-aid. He took a deep breath, gripped the boy's hand tightly, their eyes locked.

His cock slid in smoothly, the pliant muscles of Haku tensing at first, like with the fingers, but eventually releasing tension, allowing him to seat himself fully inside his love. Their twin groans of gratification reverberated off the walls, but Zabuza was too lost to care. "Oh. . . Fuck, Haku."

Haku breathing was rapid and catchy, his gasps short and shallow, making him feel light-headed. His trembling arms locked around the assassin's neck instinctively, as much for comfort as convenience. He couldn't speak for a moment, needed time to collect himself.

"Are you okay?" Zabuza questioned roughly, concern being the only emotion even coming close to breaking through the haze of lust. He had never even imagined someone could feel this amazing, it's like they were made for each other. . . The boy's slick, throbbing channel was the most perfect thing he had ever felt, and already had every intention of feeling this sensation thousands upon thousands more times for the rest of his life.

"I. . . I think so." Haku exhaled his breath, afraid to move. The pain had shocked his senses, worse and different than what he had prepared for, but it was beginning to ebb away, slowly. "Please, don't move yet." He squeezed his eyes shut, hating that he felt hot tears slide down his cheekbones.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry." Zabuza's lips kissed the warm, salty trails, nuzzling the boy's beautiful face, trying to give him any comfort he could, without moving his lower body. "The worst is over, I promise."

"I'm okay." He said after a minute. "Don't apologize, Zabuza. This is what I wanted. It's wonderful." He professed, more in love that he would have ever thought possible. "You can. . . Move now. If you want." To reiterate this suggestion, Haku arched his hips a little, brushing his hard cock against the man.

Zabuza complied gently, pulling out a bit, then pushing back in. He began slowly, with chaste tenderness, just enough speed and pressure to appease the aching pressure he felt. The need to release had never been so intense. . .

After only another minute or so, the acute but fleeting pain was almost completely gone, leaving only a slight soreness, like a bruise. Sensing the boy's discomfort had lifted, Zabuza's hands trailed under their bodies, lifting Haku's hips to better recieve him. The teenager moaned, hands gripping and twitching the man's back and shoulders, relaying the message that he wanted a deeper, faster speed. Again, Zabuza obliged, much too aware that this was close to being over as far as he was concerned. Damn, He thought bitterly, as their bodies slapped together softly. It's been so long, I can barely last. . .

The boy's imploring moans, and the tightening muscles around him were proving to be too much for him. "I'm close." Haku practically purred in his ear, leaving a tangle of emotions to stew in the man's stomach.

He gritted his teeth against the onslaught of sensations as he began to pump his hips like the pistons of a well-oiled machine. He was dimly aware that he was slamming against the boy's prostate with every thrust, practically paralyzing the former virgin in total pleasure.

Haku was reduced to stuttering out the man's name, and biting his bottom lip harshly to stifle his moans of delight. He held onto the man, his anchor in the storm, feeling the familiar burning sensation in his lower stomach. "Oh, Zabu- ah! I'm- Coming!"

It washed over him suddenly, the stimulation of his prostate with every expertly aimed thrust, and the older man's abs brushing against his aching arousal. His incredibly tight, pulsing muscles clenched rhythmically as he came, his eyes wide with amazement.

Zabuza froze, groaning from his chest as the boy's throbbing muscles pushed him off the slippery edge he had been teetering on. He felt his seed pump out of him in hot spurts, Haku shivering in pleasure at the warm feeling.

Neither of them spoke for what felt like a very long time. Their chests were heaving, breathing harsh and unsteady. Zabuza never let his full weight collapse on the boy, just absentmindedly held himself on his elbows, staring hard at the pattern on his bedspread beside the teenager's face.

He bit the tip of his tongue to keep from making a sound as he slipped his softening dick out of his lover, whose dark eyes regarded him with an expression he could not read.

"Did I do everything right?" Haku whispered, letting his eyes close dreamily, laying his head back on the pillow serenely.

"You did everything perfectly." Zabuza answered honestly, shifting to the side so he could tuck his new lover into the crook of his arms, the teen's head snuggled on his shoulder.

"Was it good for you?"

"It was by far the best sex I've had in my life." He smiled against the boy's silky hair, letting himself have one blissful moment of complete and utter relaxation. "How do you feel?"

"The same." Haku answered simply. "Just less horny."

Zabuza chuckled, shaking his head, breathing in the boy's scent. "Little smart-ass."

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