Title: "You have been compromised." (Chp 2 / ?)

Chapter Title: Drowning

Fandom: Black Panther 2: Wakanda Forever (MCU)

Pairing: Namor/Shuri

Words: 1781

Rated: M for sexual situations

Summary: Wakanda had every, everything he wanted. So he was going to TAKE it. The mission, get close to the Queen, take Wakanda. Nothing went according to plan. Some wanted peace. Others wanted war. How can two hearts decide when everything pulls them apart?

A/N: Wrote this while listing to an hour long repeat of "Con La Brisa" on youtube. Such a beautiful song during the movie.

Sleep was not peaceful for Namor that night. He dreamed of two worlds united as one. Two kingdoms united as one. Two peoples united as one.

Two bodies united as one.

Images came like epileptic flashes. Her sweat soaked body in his arms. Her head tilted back. Her long neck exposed. Her nails digging into his back. His arms wrapped around her waist as she rose up and down riding him, having him, taking him. Her parted lips. Her moans. His lips against her neck. Her name. Shuri. Her name. Princess. Her name. Queen.

Amor.

Amor.

His name. Kukulkan.

His name. Mi amor.

His name. Amor.

Moaned from her lips. Whispered from her lips. Gasped from her lips. Amor. Amor. Amor.

His waking thoughts were consumed by her. His dreams were consumed by her. He was going mad. Everything was maddening. Everything was her.

The lab was busy as always. Each person working diligently as the Queen Mother one time commented during her visit. Queen Shuri stood in front of a screen. One of her many screens. There was a screen full of mathematical equations. Another had a full body picture of Namor. The some one she had before when she and Riri were analyzing his physiology. She stared at it. Her mind seemingly some place else.

"My Queen, are you all right?" Griot, her AI asked when it noticed the pause in her work. Shuri shook her head.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." She replied.

"You've been at that screen for some time. For approximately 10 minutes and 3 seconds you've been-" The AI continued.

"Enough Griot! Go back to your calculations!" She commanded.

"Yes, My Queen."

Then there was silence. "I'm never going to get any work done!" She said angrily and left.

The day didn't get much better. All day was council this, council that. Shuri visibly yawned while sitting in the throne room during such a meeting. This was met with disdain and upset murmuring from the Elders. Feeling their eyes on her she rose and dramatically stretched.

"All these politics. All these meetings. It's so boring!" She said and was pleased when it drew more shocked gasps from the Elders.

One Elder spoke. "What about the Sea People? What if we get attacked again? We have more patrols. Sonic stabilizers at the gates sending waves in the rivers. It will still be a matter of time before they strike again. We must be ready for War at any time."

Another Elder spoke. "He did yield."

"I don't buy it." Another added.

Shuri sat down again and looked around the room. "Namor of Talokan is not a threat. We have agreed to protect his people and his secrets. In turn he has left us alone. But what if his people came here? Lived here on our protected lands? What if we shared resources?" She proposed, looking around the room.

There was an uproar from them all.

"He's an outsider! He killed our Queen Mother! Those people will never be welcome here!" The Elder with the cane spoke.

Another in a calming voice. "This would eliminate the threat of war completely. Why go to war if he were an ally?" Everyone turned to look at who had spoke. It was M'Baku. M'Baku stood. "I don't want any Jabari lives lost due to some eternal war. Besides, I want to fight this Fish Man. Just a friendly fight. I think it would be fun."

Some Elders rolled their eyes. Others just shook their heads. Queen Shuri nodded towards M'Baku before dismissing everyone.

Night had fallen. Namor was growing even more anxious. He wanted to see her again. Why wait until night? He didn't like this sneaking. Wasn't there a truce? Didn't he yield? Why was there this sneaking? He stared at his painted mural of their battle with his hands upon his hips. He turned when he heard footsteps approaching. Namora again, most likely coming to talk of war again. He sighed with impatience and turned around.

"Attuma?" Namor said. Attuma greeted him, hands open in their traditional greeting. Namor returned the gesture.

"Are you going to the surface? To Wakanda?" He asked.

"Yes." Namor replied, his tone still impatient. He was waiting for more war talk.

"I….." There was a pause from Attuma. "I would like to go with you."

"I don't need protection, Attuma but thank you." Namor replied.

"I…" Another pause. "There is a warrior. A warrior unlike I have ever faced in battle. A warrior woman with a spear. We fought many times. I would like to see her again."

Namor walked towards him and stared at him with an inquisitive look on his face. "I do not visit Wakanda to fight."

"I don't want to fight. I want to fight her again. To test my skills against her. She is an amazing fighter. But not in life and death like before. It wouldn't be that way, right? That is why you visit, yes?" Attuma asked. "To be friends? To make peace?"

Namor smiled then. "Yes, Attuma. To make peace." He placed a hand upon Attuma's shoulder. "You cannot accompany me this time. I will talk to the Queen so that we can arrange such a meeting."

Attuma nodded his head, opened his hands in their greeting and left Namor's ancestral hut.

Namora's eyes narrowed from her hiding spot where she overheard the whole conversation at the side of the hut. She watched Attuma leave and then watched as Namor jumped into the waters of the underground cave, making his way to the surface.

Shuri returned to the beach. The same beach that they had so many meetings before. The waters were calm. The full fire roared and crackled beside her. She stood at the waters edge waiting for him. Her heart was pounding. She didn't know what to expect. All she could do was think about him since their last meeting. His heated words echoed through her mind. Words of unions. Unions of people.

Unions of bodies.

It felt as is her heart skipped a beat when she heard the familiar parting of the water. It glistened off his body as he made his way to her, slicking his wet hair back from his face but never taking his eyes off her.

It was maddening. Everything was maddening. The only thing he wanted was her. Her who was sanding right there in front of him. Her who was waiting for him. Each ounce of logic slipped away with each step closer to her. Her. Whatever he wanted to say, whatever he had planned to say, gone the closer her face came into view.

Closer.

Closer.

He didn't stop. Instead he walked up to her and with his momentum lifted her up into his strong wet arms and met her lips in a seering kiss. Shuri instinctively wrapped her arms around his shoulders. One hand running her fingers through his slick dark hair. She kissed him back. Their tongues recklessly moving about until they both found rhythm. A slower rhythm. A sensual rhythm. The kiss, seering before became slow, long, and deep. His hands ran down her back, holding her close and he explored her mouth, her soft swollen lips, her tongue that danced and mimicked the movements of his.

Her hands were electric on his skin, going down his arms, touching his back, his shoulders, every where she touched it felt like sparks to him. Her moans filled his ears and made him dizzy. SHE made him dizzy. Her scent. Her skin. Her taste. The way her body pressed and leaned into his wanting more. The way her hips rocked against him inviting him in. The way their bodies swayed.

If he had any function of his brain, he would have wondered if her wearing a dress was intentional versus the shorts or pants he usually saw her in. His brain wasn't functioning. The only thought was one word.

Asab.

Yucatec Mayan Translation. More.

More.

He wanted more. More. More as he lifted her dress. More as he let his golden belt fall to the sands. More as he freed his aching cock. More as he slid it inside of her. He almost collapsed with her still in his arms. The feel of her pussy, tight and wet around him, squeezing, pulsating was almost his undoing. His teeth scraped her bare shoulder, the strap of the dress she wore hanging loosely.

Was it the moonlight? The waves? Her head titled back in pleasure upon his lap as he met her thrusts with his cock? Was it her moans filling his pointed ears or that he was filling her? Filling her. Every inch of her from the inside. Filling her in a way that no one ever has. No one that she allowed to.

Was it her swollen lips? The long lashes of her closed eyes. The fact that he couldn't stop even if he wanted to? The pull her of body stronger than any tide of a full moon. The rock of her body more powerful than any wave. The shudders that went through his body more powerful than any underwater quake. It was her. All her. All around him. Her and he was drowning in it. Drowning in her. Drowning in their love making. Drowning and gasping for air. Gasping against her neck. Gasping against her shoulder. Gasping as he came inside of her.

His body stilled. Both bodies slick and covered in sweat. Lose dress fabric now soaked and clinging to her skin. The firelight giving them a faint glittery glow. He looked at the fire out of the corner of his eye. It was full and ablaze when he first came to shore. Now, it's dim flecks threatened to smolder and go out at any moment.

Shuri was the first to break the trance, leaning back to look at him. His eyes met hers, darting across her face as if trying to read her expression. She ran her fingers through his dark hair, guiding them down his cheek. Her fingertips traced the hair along his jaw before stopping at his chin. With a finger she tilted his head up further to meet hers and leaned in, kissing him once more.

They were the only two people in the world. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else was important. It was just him. It was just her. Everything else faded around them.

Unions.

Alliances.

Love.

Peace.

A pair of eyes looked right. Another set of eyes looked left met the gaze of the other pair. Then both eyes looked at the couple upon the sands before disappearing back into the water.

Attuma.

Namora.

END

A/N: Thank you for reading! I'm really enjoying this ship. Seems they are calling it "namuri" on tumblr. Attuma/Okoye are spear sparring bffs. :)