Never Before Noticed...

Dudes! (who am I kidding?) Dude-ettes! My computer was broken and in the shop for the longest time! So blame the shop people for this epilogue taking so long... There's alot of grammatical errors in this...like run-ons...but I wanted to get this out to ya'll as quick as possible. So, can you forgive me a few mistakes? j/k

Hope this meets your expectations!!!


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Epilogue


“Zabuza-san?”

Shit

Haku had caught him with his pants down—literally. Back propped against a tree, pants around his knees, eyes closed in the hard pleasure of his fierce masturbation, Zabuza had failed to notice the sound of his apprentice's soft-footed steps approaching him. The older shinobi stilled his actions, right hand settling on the base of his swollen member. “It's late, Haku, go back to bed,” he said with a serious-sounding growl.

“Doesn't if feel better when I do that for you, Zabuza-san?”

Zabuza felt his cock twitch eagerly at the memory of Haku's barely-calloused hand wrapped so confidently around it in that large whore-house bed all those weeks ago. Closing his eyes once more, the missing-nin concentrated on his breathing until his senses were once again under his control. Haku had only just recovered from the Haramishi commission, the giant scar that crossed his entire pale back was still a glaring red; every time Zabuza saw that scar he felt like ripping Mirko to pieces all over again. He'd kept himself away from the boy while he was recovering, not letting himself think about how their relationship had changed from only that of master and apprentice into something physical as well. Seeing Haku so weak had also reminded Zabuza of the boy's age. Even Haku wasn't sure of just how old he was, but estimated himself at fifteen. Fifteen—Zabuza felt like a pedophile every time he thought of it. Looking over at his apprentice, pale skin glowing in the sharp light of the moon, long, dark hair lending him a feminine beauty that was surely dangerous to any who saw it, Zabuza decided he didn't give a damn about what was morally right. Since when do I have a fucking conscience any way?

“Come here, Haku.” Zabuza's deep voice was husky with anticipation.

With a happy smile, he did as ordered.

The missing-nin's arms were sinewy, the muscles standing out too much, his body, if it hadn't have been so built from years of training, would have been scrawny. His ribs were nearly visible, his complexion was the color of muddy water, and his hip-bones stuck out. Haku could think of no one more beautiful. Without asking, or being directed to, Haku set about kissing his master. Not being tall enough to reach the older shinobi's mouth, Haku kissed the man's chest, his shoulder, and stood on tiptoe to place pink lips on his uncharacteristically un-bandaged neck (Haku's passion for kissing hadn't dimmed). All through this, the boy's hand was busy—no sign of hesitancy in his touch. He pulled pleasure from Zabuza's engorged length as confidently and accurately as he threw his senbon.

Zabuza prided himself on keeping a straight face, never letting a hint of emotion show through his usual dark demeanor—none of that mattered with Haku, he didn't need to impress Haku. Zabuza let the pleasure he was feeling rumble from his throat in groans and grunts, his volume matching pace with the speed of that angelic hand. He was nearing his peak—and he knew it would come hard.

Haku's right hand left Zabuza's member, joining the other in slipping the missing-nin's cumbersome pants to his ankles. The ceaseless kisses traveled down his chest, his stomach, into the coarse hair below his navel.

“Hmm...ah...Ha—Haku, what are you doing?”

“I wish to please you, Zabuza-san.”

Zabuza looked down to see Haku in a familiar submissive position: on his knees, his body between his master's spread legs. It was almost the exact same interaction between them that had started the masked shinobi thinking about his apprentice as more than just a pupil.

“Yes, please me, Haku. Quickly.” He felt that he'd burst if the boy didn't start touching him again soon.

“Hai, Zabuza-san.”

The stars exploded. “Oh, fuck.” The world was spinning behind Zabuza's eyelids, and the air was now too thick to breathe. Because he was inside Haku's perfect, hot mouth. All the planets could go spiraling into the Sun for all he would notice or care.

Haku hummed with happiness at the obvious sounds of pleasure his master was making, unable to speak with his mouth preoccupied.

A growl came from somewhere deep inside Zabuza's chest, “Oh, fuck yes!” He grabbed two fistfuls of Haku's hair at the roots and held on. If this had been anyone else, he would have held the head between his hands in a grip of iron, thrusting fast and deep until he was through. But this wasn't anyone else. This was Haku. Even if he ripped the boy's hair out in the attempt to control himself, he'd try to stay still.

The boy pulled back to drag a cats tongue from Zabuza's base to his head, before lapping the firm member, wet with his own spit, back into his mouth. Sucking on the tip, Haku bobbed his dark head lower, pausing to suck on each inch as it passed his pink lips. The missing nin decided he couldn't stand anymore—he needed to move, there was no way for him to stay still through this type of bliss. “Stop, Haku—enough,” he managed to whisper over the sound of his own rushing blood.

He needed to move. Move with Haku, over Haku, in Haku.

Zabuza pulled his apprentice up by the two fist-fulls of hair he had in his scarred hands, giving him a kiss that was all sharp teeth and possession. Haku mewled happy kitten sounds, oblivious to his lips being repeatedly slashed and punctured. When the kiss ended, the boy's head fell back with a breathy gasp, and his knees went weak with delight. If Zabuza hadn't of had his sinewy arms around the youth, he would have surely fallen. Haku felt himself being carried back to their campsite, normally he would have objected to being hauled around like a child, but he was too ecstatic to think about that right now, lost as he was in his own babbling thoughts.

Zabuza-san. Zabuza-san. Zabuza-san loves me, and wants to make love to me. I hope Zabuza-san will let me kiss him again...and maybe he'll kiss me--and then we could kiss each other....Zabuza-san...Zabza-san, I love you.

While Haku's thoughts rambled on over the sweet feeling he received when his master's lips brushed/crushed his own, Zabuza couldn't think at all. The ball of lust that had settled into his lower gut and loins had intensified so that it actually pained him. The missing-nin laid the boy out on the nearest bedroll, straddling the slender frame as he did so, his knees on either side of those delicate hips. Rising up on his bony knees, Zabuza let the relative cool of the summer air fan his fevered skin. He was completely naked to the night (having stepped out of the pants Haku had already loosened, and having shed his sleeveless shirt earlier in the evening). He could feel the boy's admiring gaze gliding over his bare frame—which didn't help with increasing his nearly spent self-control.

Deep breaths. What kind of shinobi am I, if I can't restrain the reactions of my own body?

Haku sent one of his agile hands up his master's thigh, moving inward once his seeking fingers reached Zabuza's bony hip. Zabuza caught the boy's wrist in a restraining grip.

“I'm trying to gather my willpower together, so as not to hurt you too much. If you continue to touch me in such a way, Haku, only you will be responsible for what happens.”

“I'm sorry if I am too eager, Zabuza-san. It's only that I see how much you want me, and that makes me happy.” The usually calm, measured voice of the youth was growing fast and breathless, and his dark eyes were shinning with excitement. “I don't care if you hurt me, Zabuza-san—please take me. Make me yours; use me as you wish to. Please, Zabu--”

Zabuza's insistent body crushed into Haku's, Haku couldn't move for the vice-like grip his master had on his arms. His fingers were becoming tingly and numb from lack of circulation, but...but—oh, Zabuza was kissing him again. Kissing him as if the larger man could consume the very breath from his body. Haku could feel cool blood trickling down his warm skin on either side of his mouth, and bright zings of pain from Zabuza's cutting incisors.

Pulling back from his apprentice, lust a thunder-rumbling growl in his throat, Zabuza attacked Haku's clothes—what little clothes he'd been wearing in the muggy summer night.

Haku's gasps were coming in short, quick bursts, almost hyperventilative. His master was kissing him—everywhere. Bruises were already forming on his too pale skin, and more blood was dripping from new, shallow wounds. The strangling grasp on his arms was really starting to hurt, he couldn't even feel tingling anymore. It didn't matter. Zabuza was so obviously very pleased with all that was happening, that Haku could barely contain his exhilaration. I never dreamed I'd be able to make Zabuza-san so happy. Nothing could ruin the glow he felt within himself at that thought.

The missing-nin released the boy's arms, reaching for Haku's nearly hairless legs instead. Haku let out a hiss at the painful return of blood flow to his hands, barely even noticing that his master had arranged his lower limbs about each one of his broad shoulders. But he shouted in surprise when the missing-nin's long tongue laved at the sensitive nerve endings of his virgin-pink opening. “Zabuza-san!” When that thin, wet tongue invaded him, Haku felt the first stirrings of actual desire. Haku had never touched himself before, never had a wet dream—he'd never even felt lust of any kind for another person. Haku was innocence through and through—innocence with deadly poisoned needles. But in the arms of his master, experiencing heated touches from his most loved person, the boy was now hard and wanton. Sudden, and all-encompassing, Haku couldn't contain his new found passion, “Take me!”

It came out as a harsh scream, a sound Zabuza had never heard before from his soft-spoken apprentice. Surprised, looking up with eyes half clouded with lust, Zabuza saw a sight that made him quickly spit into his palm, for speedy lubrication. Haku's eyes were half-lidded with desire, his shredded lips were parted and panting, and (most enticing of all) Haku's light mauve-colored penis was as erect as the nipples on his delicately muscled chest.

“Zabuza-san, please.”

Zabuza entered and filled Haku so quickly, that neither man was able to breathe. Their brains couldn't concentrate on something so trivial as breathing when their personal universe was being re-aligned. As soon as the nova light from the new stars dimmed in his vision, Zabuza rammed into the boy as if life itself depended on it. He dug his fingertips like talons into the white shoulders of the youth beneath him. Burying his head in Haku's neck, Zabza immersed himself in the sent of their mingled sweat and Haku's angelic hair. It hurt. The boy's young body was just so tight, and there was just so little lubrication, it dragged at the skin of his dick, making him grit his teeth at every demanding trust.

Haku's skin was supple and resilient—but there is only so much that mere skin can take. He didn't cry out as he felt his over-stretched opening split, or at the feel of their sweat stinging the newly made cracks. Later he would feel the aches and the stings and the soreness; Haku cried out at the white-hot pleasure-heat coming from inside himself. That explosion that happened every time Zabza forced himself deep into the willing body of his apprentice. It was just so good, and Haku had never experienced anything remotely like this before, that he came before he could even fully grasp what was happening.

Floating in a euphoric haze, Haku momentarily couldn't feel anything outside of his own endorphins. But Zabuza continued to move over him and in him. The friction of their pressed bodies soon revived his spent erection, and this time-when Haku came-Zabuza came too.


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“Are you ready, Haku?”

“Hai, Zabuza-san”

“Let's go.”

The stones and ashes of their cooking fire had been carefully scattered. The places where they had slept for the latter half of the night, had been cleverly disguised as the resting place of a large animal. No one would suspect that two men had lived and loved here—even if only for a night. As far as anyone knew, Zabuza and Haku didn't exist. They were rouge ninjas hidden in the mist. They hid from sight during daylight, set upon finding and fulfilling their dark missions, and performed their deadly work at night. Zabuza only existed to quench his evil thirsts, and Haku only existed for Zabuza. It was a life that wasn't easy or beautiful. But it was never lonely.

As the dour missing-nin passed by his apprentice to take the lead, his fingers brush against the boy's hand. It would be the only sign of affection he'd receive until well after the sun went down that night, but it made Haku smile none-the-less.

It wasn't beautiful—but it was never lonely, not while they had each other.


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A/N: This is the kind of writing that I call "Fluff with Fangs" (Think of the bunny rabbit from Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail).

Tell me what you thought! Did it suck royally...or did it make you hot in places you'd rather not talk about (or anything in between!).