Hot to control a Secret Rebel.

Chapter Two.

He'd been right about the bus, he knew it. As Haku followed his new husband up the steps and into the vehicle the smell of sweat and vomit mixed with urine wafted around him and he felt his bare legs sticking to the cheap plastic as they sat down. The rest of the bus was empty, however, so at least it was quiet. As they pulled into the street and drove away Haku saw they passed the reception hall and ducked behind the other. Zabuza let out a dry chuckle at that and placed his hand on the other's exposed knee. "How would you feel if we... dropped off the radar for a while?"
Haku stared down at the other's hand, the alcohol in his veins making him picture that hand sliding up his thigh and under the dress. He shuddered and turned to the other while blushing. "Where would we go?" he asked, slightly out of breath. Zabuza shrugged, "An island somewhere? Far away." The boy nodded eagerly, aside from when his parents took him to see the sea a few years back he'd never been anywhere. Then his face fell, "I don't have any money though..." He hadn't given married life much thought besides 'oh god no', but he assumed he'd have to get a job. He was eighteen years old already after all, and couldn't rely on others all his life.

Zabuza squeezed the other's knee with his large, warm hand. "Don't worry about money, I've got it covered." he said in his gruff voice, but Haku just stared down at his own hands that lay cupped in his lap. "If you wanted to help me out a little though..." Zabuza added hesitantly, maybe it was too soon. But immediately two bright eyes were staring up at him expectantly. "I do know of a job that you would be perfect for." The boy's nervous face bloomed into a smile, "What do I have to do?" Zabuza shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't trust you with this yet." At seeing the other's face fall he added, "Don't worry, I have no doubt that you will do me proud when the time comes." with a devious smile.

Haku felt oddly warm inside, and even though they didn't speak for the rest of the drive Zabuza didn't let go of his hand, which the man had grabbed after Haku nodded eagerly in reply. He vowed to himself not to mess this up, to be absolutely perfect like his mother taught him. He caught himself shamelessly staring at the other numerous times; Zabuza had fallen asleep against the window and his slumped over form seemed to have lost its constant air of intimidation. The words that previous travelers had carved into the plastic window formed twisting shadows that slid over the man's features with the changing sun, and Haku had to actively fight the urge to follow the patterns by running his fingers over the other's face. Instead he looked down at where his hand was still being held in the other's, and carefully intertwined their fingers. As the man didn't wake up he dared to push it a little further and squeezed the hand he held in his own. It was a strange feeling to be so close to someone, contractually as close as he'd ever get, while knowing nothing about him. He had no idea where the man lived, what he did for work, what his likes, dislikes and interests were... but he vowed to learn them all.

So far none of his doom scenarios had come true, he hadn't been beaten or raped yet, and it didn't seem like he'd get murdered in the foreseeable future either. Being sold off into the sex trade was still an option, but he decided to stay positive. He wouldn't be able to fight whatever this man had in store for him anyway, so he would try his best at anything he was offered. He would prove himself useful one way or another. Zabuza frowned in his sleep, and the hand holding his own turned into a vice. Haku winced, but didn't move. Instead he slowly lifted their intertwined hands and pressed a kiss to the back of the other's hand, like the man had done to him before the wedding. The grip on his hand loosened and when he looked up a very much awake Zabuza looked back at him. Haku mumbled a beet red 'sorry' and tried to pull his hand back, but he wasn't let go. "If you do things like that..." Zabuza started before he slid his free hand under the boy's hair and into his neck, "You have to face the consequences.". He murmured into the other's ear before softly kissing his neck. "Any objections?", he turned the boy's face up, who met his challenging gaze with determined one of his own. "Good." Zabuza growled possessively before roughly claiming the other's lips.

Haku felt his stomach explode into a swarm of carnivorous butterflies at the harsh claim and let himself be pulled into the other's hot embrace. At last his hand was released as Zabuza wrapped his now free arm around his waist and tugged him flush against himself. The bus driver was somewhere in the back of Haku's mind but he couldn't find the energy to waste on cautious thoughts as he felt all but ravaged by this man. Somehow he managed to end up straddling the other, his legs pushed apart and his dress riding up very high. But he couldn't care less about such things while he was being held by thick arms and kissed endlessly. The man smelled of tobacco and alcohol and tasted like it too, but he didn't mind; every moment he was with him they moved further and further away from the wedding, from his parents, from his life. And Haku was more than ready to leave it all behind. At that moment, however, he couldn't quite find the focus to over-think these things, as two large hands cupped his ass while the man pushed his tongue inside his mouth and his mind left him.

Zabuza was having a great time! The wedding, though horrid, had gone much more smoothly than he'd ever hoped, the new wife didn't seem to hate him and while Haku was definitely right about public transportation the bus was empty and he had two hands full of ass. Things didn't get much better than this, he thought to himself, until his young wife wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled himself even closer. Zabuza managed to dislodge himself from the suction on his face for a moment by grinding them together, leaving the other shuddering and coaxing a repressed gasp from his lips. That would not do. "A little eager, aren't you?" he couldn't help himself and teasingly whispered in his ear. Haku leaned back, his face red and eyes downcast. He whispered a soft "Sorry..." in return. Zabuza was right, what must the man think of him, in a public place no less! He tried to move back to his own seat but was held firmly in place by the hands on his behind.
Zabuza squeezed him a little, not expecting this reaction, and reluctantly moved one of his hands from their new favorite spot to tilt the young man's head back. "I'm just teasing, you're doing fine." He said in a gruff voice, trying to sound reassuring but failing.

And since he'd never been a man of many words he decided the best way to fix the situation was to just kiss him again. Haku let himself be kissed but the moment was over, and after a few unresponsive seconds Zabuza too leaned back with a sigh. "I'm sorry.", he all but growled at the other and stared out the window. "We don't know each other yet..." He turned back to the other who was still sitting in his lap with his legs pushed to either side of the large man's torso, Haku's dress had crept up to his waist, exposing him and the state he was in. Zabuza pressed a kiss to the young man's pale neck and reluctantly moved one of his hands from its comfortable position to cup the other's obvious erection, this time managing to coarse an embarrassed moan from his bride. Haku hid his face in the other's neck while the man kissed him again, this time below the ear. "But I would like to get to know you." Zabuza finished speaking and pulled the other's underwear out of the way, freeing his cock and then capturing it in a tight fist. Haku dug his nails in the man's shoulders and looked up at him with a start, letting his mouth get ravaged once more as Zabuza started stroking him tightly in a steady rhythm.

He didn't last, Zabuza barely made it to a heavier stroke before the young man kissed him hard, his entire body stiffening up before he wrapped his arms around the man's neck so tight he nearly chocked him, shuddering in his arms once, twice and again. Zabuza wiped his hand on his shirt as the other went limp in his arms, the young man resting his forehead on the man's shoulder, exhausted and ever so slightly humiliated. He tried to sit up, to move away, but Zabuza tucked him neatly back into his undies and wrapped both arms around his drained body. Haku let himself sink into the embrace, turning his burning face to the side to weakly press a kiss to the other's neck. He breathed in his husband's smell and let the musky scent fill his head. He managed to whisper a "Thank you..." before all the stress and worry of the past few weeks finally melted away and he fell into a blissful slumber.

Zabuza didn't move for the rest of the trip, he held the exhausted boy gently in his arms, shifting in and out of consciousness himself. He woke the boy by softly shaking him and Haku followed him off the bus still half-asleep. We wasn't quite aware of where they were or where they were going but Zabuza held his hand and pulled him along with his own determined strides, so Haku followed compliantly while barely being able to keep his eyes open. He noticed some people in uniform and then they walked up some stairs, but when the man let go of his hand and he could finally sit down again he sank right back to sleep.

The next time Haku opened his eyes he found himself inside a small aircraft, Zabuza had changed out of his suit and sat in an equally big and comfy chair across from him, wearing matching white shorts, a t-shirt and... socks and sandals. The man had a huge cigar hanging from his lips and at seeing the other's disgusted expression he blew a cloud of smoke in his face, sending Haku into an undignified coughing fit. "Trust me I would not dress this way if I could help it, but someone messed up my suit." A grin stretched across his face at seeing the other become flustered again and Haku quickly turned to the window next to them. For a moment he lost his breath, as far as the eye could see there was nothing but water, an endless blue plain reaching to the horizon. "What ocean is this?" he asked, slightly out of breath. "That would be the North-Atlantic, change into this." Haku barely had time to rip his eyes from the view when an outfit that looked eerily like the one Zabuza was wearing was thrown in his lap.

As he made his way down the plane Haku felt himself become more curious by the second. There were no other people, no other seats even. He walked by a built-in bar on his way to the bathroom and one of the walls that wasn't mostly window was covered in framed photographs, neatly placed side by side, of Zabuza shaking hands with a different man in every one, all of them wearing shorts, socks and sandals. The bathroom was incredible, bigger than the one they had back home by far; and while he didn't know much about gold it was pretty clear that no expense had been spared on the faucets. He wrestled his way out of the skin-tight wedding dress and kicked it to the side, rolled the matching panties down his legs, glad to be rid of them. Zabuza had been kind enough to give him a fresh set of underwear too and moments later he emerged, in a white t-shirt, white shorts and white socks in sandals. "I still don't understand the outfit." he said to the other who was pouring himself a glass at the bar. "You will, but we have a long way to go. Now, would you like a drink?" he held up the crystal glass, half full of a clear golden liquid with one fat ice-cube sitting in the middle. And Haku figured... why not?

He wasn't quite sure where the time or... what had happened in the meantime, the liquid burned his throat but he kept downing the drinks he was offered as long as Zabuza did, which amused the seasoned drinker to no end. Especially when Haku became offended at something he said, not that either one of them could remember what they were talking about, stood tall to make his point and toppled right over. The man helped him back in his chair with a chuckle, "I think you've had enough.", and Haku would have none of that. "YOU don't get to decide when I've had enough, I am the one who decides!" He stood again, angrily, and again toppled right over. "Do you know where you are right now?" Zabuza asked him after trying to help him up again but being angrily swatted away. "I don't give a fuck where I am you don't tell me what to do!", even from his position on the floor the young man managed to stare daggers at him. "Then do you know who I am?" the man tried again, and Haku frowned up at him, his brain crunching while gliding his eyes over the man's features and stopping at his feet.

"Someone with no fashion sense? I mean... ew." He rolled over on the floor, turning his back to the other with a huff. The plane swayed a little and he huffed again, and once more, and turned back over with very wide eyes. "I don't feel so good... I think the floor is moving." The plane swayed again and he sat up with a start, covering his mouth with one hand while trying to keep himself propped up with the other one. "Bathroom?" Zabuza asked, and Haku nodded a bit too quickly.

So he'd thrown up all over the floor, big deal. So he got so immensely drunk that after throwing up all over the floor he felt his personal space violated when some random guy tried to grab his arm and he punched him in the crotch, whatever. So he then tried to stand on his own and threw up again, all over said random guy's white shorts, who cares. And he might or might not have fallen back into his own puke after that, yeah... So he was now wearing the backup outfit Zabuza had packed for an occasion like this and the man sitting across from him didn't seem very amused with him anymore. Haku smiled apologetically at him but Zabuza was stubbornly staring out the window and ignoring him. At least he was clean now, though he didn't quite remember how he got that way, or changed into the new clothes for that matter. "Maybe I shouldn't have let you drink so much. Are you alright now?" the man spoke, while still not looking at him. "Yes... I'm sorry..." After a few big glasses of water Haku didn't feel physically upset anymore and the spare toothbrush in the bathroom came in handy, but the coldness in the other's voice made him feel like crying anyway.

Zabuza looked up at him after hearing the sniffles almost break through the boy's soft voice and he softened. The way the boy sat there, his head hanging low and fists balled in the fabric barely covering his knees, just looked so sad and rejected. "Well there's a first time for everything! Never saw myself as the type for cleaning puke out of someones hair and off the floor and I definitely could have done without getting punched and all the crying..." at this the boy seemed to break, he forcefully held back his sniffles but couldn't stop the fat tears from making their way down his cheeks. "...But at least I'll never forget this day!", he tried to end on a cheerful note but it didn't seem to make the other feel any better. For a while they just sat in silence again, until Zabuza couldn't take the quiet crying anymore. He firmly grabbed the other's knee and shook him; "Look, so you drank a little too much, most people end up like this every weekend! Its really no big deal." Haku didn't look up so he shook the boy some more, after which he was met with a sad and embarrassed stare. "I'm sorry for punching you in the groin." Haku said softly, causing the other to burst out laughing. Zabuza lifted the icepack from his crotch. "Yeah I could have definitely gone without that, but at least we know now that, even when you are drunk out of your mind and puking all over the place, you won't let people take advantage of you, and that's a very good thing."

"You were just trying to help me though..." Haku's gaze dropped to the other's icepack. "And you did help me, before... and I gave you nothing in return." He slipped off his seat and landed roughly on his knees, still slightly intoxicated. He crawled forward slowly, staring up at the gaze that was challenging him, but he wouldn't back down. He placed his hands on the other's knees, pushing them apart and crawling between them. He ran his hands up the other's thighs and put the icepack away. "You do want this?" Zabuza nodded quietly, taken a little aback at the other's assertiveness. The young man tried to smile up at him with confidence and spoke softly, "So let me make you feel better now..."