Night Terrors
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,015
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Night Terrors
Disclaimer: I do not own anything whatsoever. Please give credit where it's due.
Warnings: shota, not beta-ed
Written for Dee because I love her! Pleae enjoy!
Night Terrors
“Please…”
The incoherent words throw his musings off-guard, and Zabuza peers around the room, carefully taking in the shadowed surroundings. The inn is quiet, clothes a stringed mess upon the floor, a chair tipped over on its side, forgotten. For a moment, the memory sucks him backwards in time, his face growing pale in remembrance.
“Zabuza-san-”
A hungry mouth. Ravenous hands.
The moaning of a compliant boy.
“Za…buza…san.”
Calloused fingers touch the dusting imprint of a bruise upon his shoulder, tracing the pattern absently. Perhaps he has pushed too hard for such a forbidden thing.
And he doesn’t know when to stop. Or how.
“No!” A sob draws him to the bed where a lone body is sprawled, mussed hair draping gently over flawless skin. Slender arms are stretched out, framing a youthful face of milky flesh, and he reaches out, wanting to caress him. Like before.
Haku…
The restful expression suddenly dissipates into a flurry of unmasked pain, and wide eyes are gazing blankly up at him, full of tears. Zabuza can see his breath in the abrupt cold circulating around him, and it chills his soul to its depths when he notices the dangerously sharp senbon clenched tightly between trembling digits, directed at him.
Ever so slowly, the youth rises into a sitting position, the thin blanket encompassing him slipping away to reveal a supple, naked body in its entirety of perfection. Nothing is said as hands toss away the weapons, their points sinking easily into the wooden floor before he begins pulling and tugging him down onto the mattress, onto…him.
“J-just a dream,” a soft voice murmurs in his ear, breath like fire sizzling his flesh in the brisk room. “Here…with me…” Lips brush his throat, teeth grazing in a rough nip that has Zabuza fighting the urge to react with murderous intent.
Old habits…
That warm, nude figure writhes upon him, forcing long legs to spread in submission, and strands of sleek ebony stroke the air in a low arc as his head is thrown back, a quiet cry escaping his already gasping mouth.
“Ah! Now, now, Zabuza…s-san,” he pleads, slender hips grinding into his pelvis, into the already eager center of the other’s desire. “Pleassse!” The word is a sob, a declaration to him and for him only.
Bodies quickly trade places, legs tightening around Zabuza’s waist as he thrusts into him, hands squeezing existing bruises with more force. The panting is voluble, speaking what words cannot express in such an intimate embrace, and the minute moans escaping the slender throat Zabuza has his face pressed against causes him to smile.
“H-Haku,” he breathes, closing his eyes to the rhythmic sway of their plunging hips and impatient urgings, lost in the touch of tepid winter and loving every second of it. The faint sounds increase into a jagged wail, and he knows the boy is waiting with stretching patience.
Never for himself…
A hand slips between them, fondling in skilled clumsiness, and Zabuza grabs at a tender thigh, pulling it forward and thrusting up in one motion.
“Za-” His name is choked on, that youthful face caught amidst pleasure and pain, and their release is simultaneous, warmth pooling around them, locking them in a drowned imitation of each other. Zabuza braces himself on shaky arms, memorizing the delicate curve of smiling, parted lips and closed eyes.
“Don’t leave me.”
I should be punished for doing this to you.
“I won’t.”
I know I’ve hurt you, but I can’t say I’m sorry. There’s a content sigh, and Zabuza lowers his head in defeat, shifting so that Haku is curved into his side. Not yet…
End
Warnings: shota, not beta-ed
Written for Dee because I love her! Pleae enjoy!
Night Terrors
“Please…”
The incoherent words throw his musings off-guard, and Zabuza peers around the room, carefully taking in the shadowed surroundings. The inn is quiet, clothes a stringed mess upon the floor, a chair tipped over on its side, forgotten. For a moment, the memory sucks him backwards in time, his face growing pale in remembrance.
“Zabuza-san-”
A hungry mouth. Ravenous hands.
The moaning of a compliant boy.
“Za…buza…san.”
Calloused fingers touch the dusting imprint of a bruise upon his shoulder, tracing the pattern absently. Perhaps he has pushed too hard for such a forbidden thing.
And he doesn’t know when to stop. Or how.
“No!” A sob draws him to the bed where a lone body is sprawled, mussed hair draping gently over flawless skin. Slender arms are stretched out, framing a youthful face of milky flesh, and he reaches out, wanting to caress him. Like before.
Haku…
The restful expression suddenly dissipates into a flurry of unmasked pain, and wide eyes are gazing blankly up at him, full of tears. Zabuza can see his breath in the abrupt cold circulating around him, and it chills his soul to its depths when he notices the dangerously sharp senbon clenched tightly between trembling digits, directed at him.
Ever so slowly, the youth rises into a sitting position, the thin blanket encompassing him slipping away to reveal a supple, naked body in its entirety of perfection. Nothing is said as hands toss away the weapons, their points sinking easily into the wooden floor before he begins pulling and tugging him down onto the mattress, onto…him.
“J-just a dream,” a soft voice murmurs in his ear, breath like fire sizzling his flesh in the brisk room. “Here…with me…” Lips brush his throat, teeth grazing in a rough nip that has Zabuza fighting the urge to react with murderous intent.
Old habits…
That warm, nude figure writhes upon him, forcing long legs to spread in submission, and strands of sleek ebony stroke the air in a low arc as his head is thrown back, a quiet cry escaping his already gasping mouth.
“Ah! Now, now, Zabuza…s-san,” he pleads, slender hips grinding into his pelvis, into the already eager center of the other’s desire. “Pleassse!” The word is a sob, a declaration to him and for him only.
Bodies quickly trade places, legs tightening around Zabuza’s waist as he thrusts into him, hands squeezing existing bruises with more force. The panting is voluble, speaking what words cannot express in such an intimate embrace, and the minute moans escaping the slender throat Zabuza has his face pressed against causes him to smile.
“H-Haku,” he breathes, closing his eyes to the rhythmic sway of their plunging hips and impatient urgings, lost in the touch of tepid winter and loving every second of it. The faint sounds increase into a jagged wail, and he knows the boy is waiting with stretching patience.
Never for himself…
A hand slips between them, fondling in skilled clumsiness, and Zabuza grabs at a tender thigh, pulling it forward and thrusting up in one motion.
“Za-” His name is choked on, that youthful face caught amidst pleasure and pain, and their release is simultaneous, warmth pooling around them, locking them in a drowned imitation of each other. Zabuza braces himself on shaky arms, memorizing the delicate curve of smiling, parted lips and closed eyes.
“Don’t leave me.”
I should be punished for doing this to you.
“I won’t.”
I know I’ve hurt you, but I can’t say I’m sorry. There’s a content sigh, and Zabuza lowers his head in defeat, shifting so that Haku is curved into his side. Not yet…
End