Title: "You have been compromised." (Chp 8 / ?)

Chapter Title: "Healing starts from within"

Fandom: Black Panther 2: Wakanda Forever (MCU)

Pairing: Namor x Shuri

Words: 2234

Rated: M overall for sexual situations

Chapter Rating: M

Tags: contemplation, reflection, healing, foreplay, blow job

Summary: Namor reflects during the long road of healing and recovery in front of him. The beach was the perfect spot for reflection. He didn't expect Shuri to join him on those nights.

A/N: If you don't like it, you don't have to comment and be mean. I'm sorry MY story is not going the way YOU want and had planned. Chill with the negativity. Ty

Namor found himself where it all started. That familiar, secluded, tranquil beach in the middle of the starry night. He closed his brown eyes and remembered the first time he saw Shuri alongside her mother, vibranium spears pointed at him. He breathed deep and listened to the waves of the water in the distance, the scurry of animals in the night and the fire crackling in front of him.

This is where it all started. The first words. The first sighs. The first moans. The first touches. Namor opened his eyes and looked down upon his hands. So how did everything go so wrong? From "take me instead", "let's burn the world together" to a child he didn't know he had, two nations at war and a lover he tried to kill but he still loves? He scrubbed his face with his hands trying to make sense of it all. Trying to pinpoint in the timeline where did everything get so out of hand.

His first thought was of Shuri's Queen Mother. Yet after thinking some more, he realized when it all fell apart. It was when she rejected him in Talokan. When she refused to burn the world with him and wage war upon the surface. He felt rejected. As if she picked the surface world and all that was in it over him. He, who had no love for anyone on the surface world until her. No mother. No father. All his family, all his friends, underwater in Talokan. After all she'd been through. After all that was taken away from her. After the many many times other nations have shown that they would lay prey to Wakanda and it's resources if given the chance, she still said no to him. No to join him. No to stay with him. No to be with him. NO.

He hated the word. Especially when it came from her. No when all he wanted to hear was…

"Yes, yes, yes."

The flashback that followed was so vivid. The word yes whispered from her parted lips. Her body naked underneath him. His hard cock spreading her open, thrusting into her warmth, her tightness and all that is her. "Yes" as she dug her nails into his back. "Yes" as he held her on his cock and filled her over and over again. "Yes" when she opened her beautiful eyes. "Yes" when she kissed him.

"Yes, yes, yes."

NO

He thought about when he was a little boy, the first time he had returned to the surface to bury his mother. He remembered the Spanish Colonizers. He remembered his people in chains. He remembered when rage took over and he burned it all down. When Shuri rejected him, he was that little boy all over again. Full of anger. Full of rage. No control. No remorse.

A rage that caused him to…

He remembered his hand around her neck. Shuri struggling and gasping for air as her feet dangled off the ground. He remembered her pleading eyes. Her pulse he could feel through his fingertips. The little voice that came from the room.

Namor opened his eyes. There were no tears. There was determination. Determination to NOT let rage take control anymore. To not let it control him. To not let his emotions control him. Namor closed his eyes once more and meditated.

Healing starts from within.

Every night the GPS tracking alert kept going off in Shuri's bedroom. Usually around 3am, the alert would go off telling Shuri of Namor's location. This started happening recently. There were no notifications before. Shuri groaned into the pillow on her bed and covered her face. She blamed herself for this annoyance. Usually she didn't care where he was. Usually he was in or around the same spot, Talokan. Yet she set special alerts for that beach. That one particular spot. She didn't think he'd go to it. What reason did he have really? She couldn't think of one but put it there anyway for sentimental reasons.

But sentimental reasons be dammed. 3am? Every night? Shuri huffed in annoyance and got out of bed to change her clothes and to get dressed.

Namor stood when he heard footsteps approach. He was very surprised to see her as she approached closer to the fire light. He watched her and didn't say a word as she looked over the camp before taking a seat upon a log. He sat next to her but kept his distance. He waited for her to speak. She did not. It was like the visits from the prison all over again. The only difference, there was no wall, no cell in between them.

Namor looked at the fire.

"I like to come here." He paused. "There are so many memories tied to this place. I come here to think. To reflect. To think about all that has happened." He watched the fire. "My anger and emotions had consumed me. It doesn't take back or justify anything I've done. I'm not making excuses either. If I had control of it, of me, so many things wouldn't have happened. This place…." He waves his arm as if showing her. "This place reminds me of everything I've gained." He turns to her, his voice falling to a whisper. "And everything I've lost. Everything that I need to control. So I must control."

Namor turned back to the fire before closing his eyes again. He crossed his legs and deepened his breathing as he fell deep into meditation once more. Shuri didn't say a word but stayed with him until sunrise.

Shuri returned the following night after receiving yet another alert. The fire had already been cast. Namor was there, already deep in meditation. She sat down beside him again, lost in thoughts of her own.

It was nice. His company. Even though she didn't know how to talk to him, it was nice to be in his company again. Company where it wasn't a prison. Company where there were no guards. Just her, him, the stars and the water.

Namor opened his eyes and gazed at his surroundings. Distant. She was always so distant. Yes, mentally due to everything that they had been through but physically as well. Namor looked at the log and how there was so much space between them. He wanted to close the gap both mentally and physically. Yet how was he to do that? The only answer that came to his mind was starting out small.

Starting out small was exactly what he did. He did this in the form of scooting close to her as she sat on the log. He was close enough but not touching her. Close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her body. Shuri didn't move or wince or shy away. Shuri once again stayed there until sunrise. Namor took that as progress.

Sunrise.

Sunset.

Distance.

Space.

Touch.

Namor sat close to her the following night. Close again yet barely touching.

Touch.

He wanted to touch her.

Touch.

What would happen with a touch? Namor placed his hand gently upon her exposed knee from the shorts she was wearing. He heard the hitch in her breath but that was it. Why won't she talk? Why won't she speak? He wished she would speak.

Namor rubbed his thumb against her knee. He forgot how soft she was. He forgot how smooth her skin was under his touch. He gently moved his fingertips up her thigh, cataloging to memory the smoothness of her skin. He glided his fingertips up and down, moved them in circles, her skin was like silk underneath his fingertips. So beautiful. He was mesmerized just by touching her, so lost in his thoughts.

His fingertips moved and slinked to her innermost thigh. They climbed and stopped right near the middle. His knuckles brushed against her there, a feather light touch before tracing her thigh once more. He was curious. How far would she let him go? He wanted to know. Deliberately this time, he guided his fingers back to the middle. He wondered if she could even feel him through the fabrics of what she was wearing. He knew she was aware of what he was doing. In fact she watched him but still, didn't say a word.

He pressed harder this time, applying pressure with his fingertips, rubbing her pussy through the shorts to see if he would get any kind of reaction. If she did, that reaction was lost on him. Lost because he kept rubbing not for HER pleasure but his and his curiosity. He wanted to explore her. He could feel her lips through her shorts, swelling with arousal. He could feel exactly where they parted and the heat from below. He ran his middle finger up and down the middle, his other two fingers apart and tracing her lips.

It was as if she were growing hotter every time his finger pressed against her opening. He wanted inside of her. Not just inside of her pussy or just her body physically but he wanted to be inside of her emotionally as well. He wanted to reconnect in more ways than one. He wanted to be inside of her. All the way inside like he used to be. But how does one get inside when she seemed so closed? When everything was so different between them?

His hand stilled at her touch when she placed her hand on top of his to stop his movements. He wondered if he had gone too far. He apologized and followed her movements with his eyes as she stood up. He mentally braced himself to watch the pain of her leaving in anger or disgust. Instead, she stepped in front of him and sat down upon her knees. He looked at her in confusion as she stared up at him from upon her knees in front of him. His eyes widened when she unclasped his golden belt from behind.

What could he say? What in the world could he say in this very moment? This moment where he watched as Shuri pulled down his green shorts and with a bounce, freed his hard straining cock? What in the world could he say when he watched her move closer, lick her gorgeous lips and stuck her hot wet tongue at the base of his hard shaft? Nothing. There was no words. Only moans, deep, deep moans.

Namor let out a breath. A breath he didn't know he was holding. A moan quickly followed as he felt her hot wet tongue glide up and down his thick cock from base to tip. Shuri licked his huge cock all around, slathering his cock with wetness and warmth. Once wet and slick, she wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke him up and down. Her lips went to the head, to that big mushroom cap crown and took it into her hot mouth. Her hot tongue swirled all around, tracing it's shape, licking and pressing against it as her hand stroked him.

She could hear him moan as she licked and sucked on his hard cock, sucking hat full head, his crown, bobbing on his thick hard shaft while her hand stroked the rest his cock. His enhanced hearing was going to be the death of him. She bobbed her head up and down, putting her full upper body into her movements, sucking and stroking his cock with her hand. She made popping and slurping sounds as her sucking lips parted from his head. He could hear every wet sound from her lips and the stroking. Could not only hear but feel the vibrations of her moans around his hard cock. All of these sounds amplified and filling his head, turning out the world around him.

He wanted to buck into her mouth, hold her head down and just fuck her mouth with reckless abandon. But this wasn't about him. It was about her and what she was allowing him to do. He didn't want to push it. He didn't want to take like he had before. He was letting her guide and decide where this would go. He wasn't going to press his hand on her the back of her head to make her go deeper. Her pace. Her control and fuck, he was enjoying it anyway.

He dipped his head back and massaged her head gently. He wasn't going to last long in her skilled mouth and he knew it.

"I want to be inside of you Shuri. I want to be so deep inside of you right now." He moaned. "I want to fill you. I want to take you. Please….." He moaned. "Please…..let me have you." He whispered. "Please, let me be inside of you." He begged.

Her mouth, hot and wet wouldn't stop sucking his cock. Her hand, slick with spit wouldn't stop stroking his hard cock. Her wet tongue wouldn't stop licking, swirling, pressing, and tracing every vein, every thick hard inch of him. She wouldn't stop moaning around his cock. Slurping. Popping. Moaning. The vibrations. Her. HER. He moaned her name, long and drawn out before his cock gave that final twitch before his body shuddered and he came into her mouth.

Shuri didn't stop even though she could could feel the hot cum from his cock shoot into her mouth. She kept stroking, milking the cum out of his cock and into her mouth. He moaned even louder, his body convulsing and he had to pull himself out of her mouth to get it to stop. He watched as she turned her head and spat before returning to her seat beside him. He looked at her, his breathing harder than it was before. He still wanted to be inside of her, all the way inside of her. He dark eyes followed her movements as she stood up and then he cursed to himself.

Damn, it was sunrise.

Chapter End

A/N: I'm enjoying this story and writing this. As I said in a comment, no one is forgiving anyone or just forgetting. They are both recovering, both healing and Namor has definitely paid for what he's done and has been punished. This is about them reconnecting, and breaking more furniture in the future, and having more babies. Getting back to where they once were.