Protempore

Spoilers: Number something till 30 (the Bridge sequence AKA the Zabuza+Haku battle)

Warnings: Yaoi (boyXboy) or shota-ai (manXboy). OOCness cuz this would never happen in the manga.

Pairing: Want it to be a surprise at the beginning. I don’t think it’s been done too much which I really don’t understand at all, hopefully this will help open the doors for other fans of this pairing to post their fictions.

Disclaimer: I no own Naruto-tachi for I am obviously not Japanese and have breasts. And please don’t sue me for using lines from the manga, its just that it is so beautifully done. I love this scene of the manga, please don’t come after me Masashi Kishomoto I’m already in debt and I haven’t even started college yet.

~o~

A river of black tresses flowed over the side of the bed gleaming with the light of the moon, the waterfall pooling on the floor as a small cry was released from their owner. A pale face was made ethereal as lips savored the neck that matched the complexion. A happy little sigh was released from an open mouth as strong hands roamed a pale body. A pink tongue darted out to taste the beads of sweat that had gathered on the young body, caressing the skin with languid motion. Slender fingers buried themselves within strands of silver that looked slightly gray. Mouth traveling lower and lower down the young body that arched off the bed to meet the sweet ministrations laid upon it.

He loved the taste of the young boy, love to feel the heat of his flesh on his lips. This is what he lived for, what he looked forward to every day just spending time with his pure one. Yes on many occasions he had tested the boundaries of that purity but yet the boy remained the embodiment of purity. He groaned as he felt bare feet against his back sliding up and down as his mouth made its way between the legs connected to the feet. His body lifted almost off the bed as his organ was engulfed in the sleek, wet mouth of his lover. The young male was gasping for air as he buried his fingers deeper into gray hair, his nails lightly scratching the older male’s scalp.

“Please…,” his voice was a mere whisper, barely sounding like he had spoken but it still set the jônin afire just to hear the breathy sigh that was his current voice.

“Not yet,” he had pulled away from the proud organ long enough to reprimand the boy who gave a cry of protest though it was cut off by a moan. He clutched tightly the hair between his fingers almost pulling it out of the man’s head till they were gently pried away. A tongue traveled up the length of the boy’s arousal making him throw his head back and grip the sheets of the bed.

“Onegai!,” he voiced his need at the top of his lungs as he panted. He gave a small squeal as his legs were pulled further apart and his back was raised his so an arm could wrap around his waist. A hand came to his chin, the fingers leading to his mouth and he leaned forward a bit to suckle them. He made sure to wet them as much as he could his excitement growing as they left his mouth. The hand came to his behind and he tried to relax as he felt a finger slid into his entrance. The finger explored the puckered hole searching for the pleasure spot within. The young male cringed as he felt another finger enter his body and both plunge deeper into him, pushing as deep as the tight muscles would allow. The older male scissor his fingers to stretch the tight passage in preparation for the next level of their intimate act. As he prepared the boy the man starting laving his organ up with his own saliva trying to make it as slick as possible, he didn’t want to hurt the boy but this had been so spur of the moment. They had not planned to see each other for much longer, the boy had just appeared suddenly. He pulled his fingers out slowly his eyes remaining on the face of the boy, seeing it contort in both pleasure and pain. There was also a hint of disappointment, he had been enjoying the exploring fingers within his body but not made a sound to justify. The man almost laughed but he was far too anxious to waste time on something so trivial when the body beneath him was beckoning him.

He positioned the tip of his cock at the tight entrance easing it slowly in watching the face of the boy as he did so. He passed the first ring of muscle seeing the boy’s face contort slightly and smiled seeing that even when in pain the boy was beautiful beyond words. He meant to take it slow, savor the moment but the boy was having none of it. He impaled himself on the jutting organ of the male making himself scream out in pain. The older male sat back pulling the boy onto his lap and hugging him to him forcing their sweat drenched bodies as close as he possibly could.

“Always so impatient.”

“Sorry I just needed to have you inside of me and you take far too long.” A small laugh from the gray haired male made both their bodies shake slightly and the black haired one grimaced.

“If it hurts too much tonight we can just stop, there are other things we can do…”

“No! I need to feel your body, please don’t…”

“He touched you again didn’t he?,” there was no vocal response only the lowering of a head. The older male placed a kiss on the black crown as his hands moved to the boy’s hips raising him slightly up and off of his erection. The boy shuddered, tears beginning to fall from his eyes as he thought himself being rejected. He threw his head back as he was slammed back down onto the man’s lap, his body greedily engulfing the man’s organ. He gripped tightly to the jônin’s shoulders as his body was maneuvered to ride the man, he leaning back a bit to adjust the angle so every time he was pushed back down it would hit that perfect spot within his body. He gave a passionate yell as a hand came around his forgotten member, the dual sensations of being stroked and penetrated almost driving him over the edge. He didn’t want it to end just yet, he didn’t want to lose the feel of being filled by the one he loved. He needed to be joined to this man for as long as possible, he needed it more than his next breath. The man leaned him back, putting some space between their bodies so he could raise his hips to meet the rhythm he had set upon the boy.

“Please don’t let it end. Please,” he was hushed with a gentle kiss that so contrasted the wild thrusting both males currently undertook. He moaned into the mouth clasped to his, it was almost too much to take. He knew he wouldn’t last long, he could feel a tightening around his stomach area. His body had grown so hot he felt fire had risen up to claim him. While the kiss still remained his seed spilled onto the stomach of his lover and his inner muscles began to coax the man into following suit. He sighed contentedly as he still rode his orgasm and felt the cooling that defined the finisher of the act gush into his behind and slide onto his thighs a bit. There was a double side to this, one was the pleasure of finding release that was the pro and two was that soon his body would be empty and he’d have to leave that was the major con. He hugged the man burying his face in the crook of his neck and silently crying as he felt his hips about to be lifted off the male. He tightened his hold trying desperately to keep from being ripped away from this sweet moment.

“Please don’t,” he panted in the aftermath of the cherished excursion. The man complied with his request, he too preferred to keep their bodies joined like this though he found it harder to voice it as the boy had.

“Why do you go back each time?”

“I owe him too much not to.”

“And you don’t feel like you owe me anything?,” he felt the warm puff of breath that signified a sigh on his chest.

“Its too late for me and I tried to tell you that but you wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“You really didn’t put up much of a fight you know.,” he laughed a bit, it sounded so strange like it was the first time he had done it. The man noticed this and hugged him tighter to him, he wanted for the boy to remain here locked away in this room with him protected by his body. He knew that was too much to ask for but he could dream.

“Would you have put up a fight when for the first time someone looked at you as a person and not with fear but desire. I never had anyone desire me the way you do and I still don’t understand why you do,” his chin was taken into a strong hand, he ignored knowing where that hand was moments ago.

“That’s your major flaw that you can’t see how amazing you are. I know you’ll stay here till just before morning, you’ll leave during the twilight so this way we’ll remain till you go,” the boy nodded his head and let his chin rest on the man’s shoulder rubbing his cheek against his. They inhaled one another’s scent trying to memorize every detail of each other because neither knew what the next day could bring.

~o~

“Please Naruto kill me now,” his face was blank as he spoke making it seem like the words were no big deal, this served to irk the blonde further more, “What are you waiting for?”

It had caught the blonde off guard that he would question why he hesitated to kill him, he really had not expected something like that. He hadn’t expected someone who had moments ago being so close to killing him, someone who had killed his friend/rival, to ask him why he would hesitate in killing him. Could the young boy really crave death so much?

“What is with you? You’re used to be being the toughest. You don’t lose I get that!,” he was yelling as loud as he possibly could as he stared at the older boy, “But wanting to die ‘cause someone beat you is crazy!” There was no response from the darker haired male, he just looked at the boy with that ever present blank yet slightly bitter expression.

“There’s more to life than just fighting. There’s more to you.,” for a moment the dark haired boy had thought about a face staring at him lovingly, of arms cradling him in the wake of lovemaking, “Youss mss must like you for more than just that… right? Doesn’t he?”

“That day I met you in the forest… I remember thinking that we were two of a kind…,” his face took on a sad look, he knew this was the true end, “Surely you can understand…” The blonde’s shock return, he tried to understand but he really couldn’t or maybe he just didn’t want to understand.

“You’ll have to bloody your hands. Forgive me for that.,” he found it slightly funny to be asking this boy for forgiveness when he knew there was someone else on this battlefield that would truly hate him for this.

“Is that… Is that the only way? No other outcome?,” his face was slightly distorted, he was trying to hide what he was feeling.

“Yes…,” he looked so calm, so utterly calm when he was begging to be killed. Begging to be put out of his misery. The blonde was still a bit too shocked, he tried to think it through. Tried to dig in his mind for another outcome but had to hold back tears as he realized there was none and reached for his kunai. He glared at the boy, he resented him for forcing him to do this but he knew deep in the back of his heart that one day his hands would feel blood.

“You… I hope you find your dream…,” he looked over to his fallen friend, the senbon coming out of him as if he were a pin cushion made for that sole purpose, “…He… Sasuke had a dream, too… if we’d met some other way, someplace else, you and me’d probably have been friends,” with these words he braced himself to charge. As he saw the boy coming for him the black haired male thought of the strength the boy possessed, hoped that he wouldn’t be extorted for his strength as he had.

“Thank you,” he whispered as the blonde charged and awaited the impact of the blade. He waited for his final moments but as the blonde roared at him he felt something. He was needed and if he was planning to die other way he had to make himself useful, that’s all he was good for to be used. His face paled in shock and in the eleventh hour he grabbed the wrist of the blonde.

“Hunh?!,” was the curious sound the blonde made as his attack was thwarted, he had accepted it to be clean and smooth.

“I’m sorry Naruto,” he made a few signs as he spoke, “I can’t die yet.”

“What?,” the blonde was left alone in his shock as a cloud of smoke signaled the disappearance of his adversary.

~o~

The two males were in the heat of their battle, the finishing move was about to be delivered to one who could not even jump to avoid it. He had his eyes open wide as he awaited that blow, as he stared death in the eyes. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face as he watched his opponent come at him with such speed… this was it. The hand coming for him met flesh and a scream resounded in the air as blood sprayed all over the place. A gray haired jônin’s eyes went wide and his face, hidden by a mask, was one of pure horror. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t let it sink in. How could he? He stared at the face of his fair lover, his hand through his chest the bastard that had made him suffer so much safe behind him. He didn’t want to fathom why the boy would protect the one that pulled them apart, the one that made him suffer so much. He could feel the body shudder as it clinged to the final moments of life. Those eyes locked on him were slowly fading a smile gracing those features Death was so desperately trying to claim. Blood coughed up adding to the that that had already rained out from the vessel.

“Zabuza… S-Sir…,” the jônin wanted to say something but all he could do was stare as the Sound nin laughed. The Copy Ninja knew the man had said something but the words took a while to register as all he could do was stare at lifeless eyes, stare at a smile forever frozen in his memory. Those hands he had held so many times clinged to his arm even in death and soon he was in the fight again. The body he had to move out of the way, the bastard had dared to try and attack through this beloved body. He had made the fight very personal it all went in a flash, everything up to the point where he silently buried the body with no one to witness it as purity was lowered into the dirty ground to become the meal of undeserving worms. (Can you tell I only got up to the part where he dies? ^^)

~o~

“Kakashi-sensei?,” the voice was timid and small as if the person was even afraid to announce their presence. He didn’t turn to acknowledge them just continued to stare down at the gravestone as it was kissed by the moonlight the name on it so clear, ‘Haku’.

“Yes Sasuke?”

“It was my fault wasn’t it?”

“What was?”

“That he died. If I had never…”

“No it wasn’t your fault you were just confused and I didn’t do anything to help the situation. I knew he was there but I didn’t stop him, I didn’t go after him. Its my fault Sasuke and I’ve lived with this mistake for so many years now and will…”

“Kakashi-kun you have to understand its been such a long time, he’s dead and gone. All you cling to are memories of something you will never have again… I’m already a jônin and still you won’t look at me! Why?!,” he gripped the front of the man’s shirt trying to get his attention.

“Because you’re so beautiful it reminds me of him and I want to forget but you don’t let me. Just go on with your life and…,” he was pulled down into a searing kiss, the younger male tasted so sweet… he pulled away quickly feeling ashamed for even having thought of his former student in a sexual fashion. It was true that the boy had matured into a man so gorgeous eyes followed him everywhere he went but… he could never give the boy what he wanted.

“You’ll always love Haku.,” he backed away feeling so ashamed for even trying. He had thought that after eight years of longing for the teacher that he would be over it and understand he would never get the same love from him that he gave to who ever it was that had made his eyes shine like that. He remembered the night he had found it, his heart had broken and now as the jônin walked away it broke all over again.

TBC… (Maybe)