Portrait Siren

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Warnings: PWP, AU, Yaoi, Language, Lemon, Not Beta-ed, Poetic License

Written for Dee-chan as a surprise. Please enjoy!


Portrait Siren

The teahouse was dank.

Nothing out of the ordinary he noticed, ducking into a doorway obviously made for much shorter men. A nose wrinkled at such unpleasant surroundings, dark eyes cast about in observation while his charge took it upon himself to harass the maids scurrying about to serve drinks by the cupful to far-from-sober customers, and a gruff comment was thrown, easily dismissed by the banter tossed at him in slurred speech.

A refined bodyguard, however, Zabuza ignored the intended invitation and slid into the shadows against the wall, his hand resting lightly against the sheathed weapons tucked into the waistband of his clothes. He stood dressed in typical garb of the time, a man’s kimono and hakama, though altered slightly so as not to hinder his movement during a fight, ankles wrapped tightly with gauze within flat sandals. The same soft material hid the shape of his nose and mouth; a technique acquired to conceal his identity and protect his employer from being noticed.

And currently, his employer was a laughable joke.

Though attractive, he spent a great deal of time wandering from teahouse to teahouse, sipping sake and exchanging ridiculously farfetched stories and finding himself in the company of overly-attentive women. Sometimes boys, too, as Zabuza realized when accidentally interrupting his seduction of a particularly handsome servant by the name of Sasuke in the alleyway when he’d gone to relieve himself. The silver hair and incredulous smile of his remained an annoyance, but being paid well, he kept his mouth shut and sword sheathed.

At the moment, as he watched with little interest, he seemed taken with one of the few geisha present. She was petite compared to the others, a slender rail with a simple hair arrangement that left her painted neck bare. But he could not see her face.

“Za-bu-za!” came a smear of words, each syllable of his name pronounced in evident drunkenness, and there was a burst of laughter that instantly grated on Zabuza’s nerves. “Come here! I must introduce you…”

Sneering, the bodyguard reluctantly made his way forward, unable to refuse a request derived from his employer, no matter how drunk he was, and the motion for him to sit had Zabuza on the ground in a matter of seconds, a random woman attached to his arm, a cup in his hands. He glowered, staring at the hindering weight surrounding him, contemplating an escape when the geisha his ward heavily flirted with angled her face to stare at him, doe eyes an unusual chocolate beneath the hood of painted lids.

The plains of her lips flowed into a smooth shape, adorned with the smallest dash of color to entice men into probing closer, and the delicate arch of her eyebrows accented the windows to her soul, covered in the fine white makeup of a properly raised geisha. She smiled softly, the edges of her mouth tipping upwards even as the tip of her tongue flickered out to moisten dry skin, and Zabuza stared at her hands, nails decorated in a light turquoise polish gleaming beneath the lamplight.

“This,” the slurred words bellowed rather boisterously, “is Haku. Quite lovely, eh, Zaaabuzaaa?”

A quick role of his eyes showed the man’s exasperation. “Quite,” he answered gently, mostly out of respect for the breathtaking woman now attempting to conceal the blush spreading rapidly beneath her mask.

“You exaggerate much, sir,” she spoke whimsically, her voice an airy whisper, and Zabuza found himself downing the insipid alcohol without delay after parting the bandages concealing his lips, long-denied instincts finally catching up to him. He’d never really had the tongue for drink, disliking the inhibition it placed upon him, but one could do no harm; it would take much more than that to rival that of the atmosphere around him. And still aware of the female persistently clinging to him, he turned his attention back to his employer and the lovely geisha, her words and gentle movements directed at him but her gaze piercing through Zabuza’s perception. Something in her eyes burned brightly, almost starving for his affection though the man seated to the other side of her was lavishing drunken praise upon her.

Was the woman blind?

His employer possessed far better social skills than he, his appearance more pleasing to the eye. Despite the ragged scar slipping from the man’s eyebrow to the edge of his cheekbone and the mismatched color of his eyes, beauty glued itself to him, marveling those passing by into stunned silence. Zabuza knew the real reason behind his payment in watching the silver haired man, and it had nothing to do with his status in the city. Perhaps, he mused quietly to himself, he was going about everything the wrong way, drawing too much awareness to the man under his protection, but his own looming presence and the clothed mask warranted enough of their own odd glances and questions to “get the job done.”

“Sing somethin’ pretty, Haku-chaaaan,” his employer roared, laughing himself into an intoxicated fit of rather feminine giggles.

“But I have no accompaniment, Kakashi-san,” the waify creature answered, light brown darkening into black hazel as she peered at Zabuza from behind the fan she’d retrieved from the band of her obi.

“Then Zabu-chan shall help!” Kakashi seemed to find this statement particularly amusing as he howled in delight, drink spilling from his cup onto the small wooden table they sat crowded around.

Zabuza, amidst the ring of complimentary laughs from the other guests in the room, scowled. He distanced himself from such crowds for a reason.

“Perhaps he doesn’t want to,” the beauty replied casually, lowering the veil over her face before carefully climbing to her feet. “Would you prefer a dance instead, Kakashi-san?”

“…seemed to ‘ve lost somethin’,” Kakashi slurred, fumbling in his attempt to reach for Haku as she backed away from the table. Much to his delighted dismay, Zabuza witnessed his employer’s failure and felt the sweep of the geisha’s kimono against his clothes as she walked to a more open spot on the floor, two women carrying instruments settling behind her. Haku brightened the room with her vivid expression, the paint on her face paling already ghostly skin, and she raised those polish-covered hands, masking her eyes before swaying as the music began.

He couldn’t move.

Haku’s body arched perfectly to the sound, her thin hips sashaying so that, at one point, Zabuza’s avid gaze mentally peeled away the layers of clothing padding her frame, and the bodyguard muttered under his breath, blatantly ignoring his surroundings as he was sucked into the dance. He didn’t understand the story she told with the intrepid movements, nor did he care. Geisha were meant to entertain using any method possible -poem recitation, singing, dancing, playing- and Haku was good at her profession. She enraptured the audience, coyly avoiding any particular gaze until she’d somehow wandered towards Zabuza and a rather giddy Kakashi in her step, chocolate eyes locking intently with darker ones too hypnotized to care. Her hand swept lightly across her cheek, indicating a mixture of fear and shame and possible lust, and then, the dance was over, Haku resting on the heels of her feet in an attempt to catch the breath she’d lost in exertion.

Zabuza thought he heard Kakashi whistle, making a mental note in his head to beat some sense into the man when he was sober enough to feel it, and he blinked when hands touched his neck, breath hot from liquor burning his flesh.

“Nice, ain’t she?”

He managed a nod, shoving away the man blowing idiotic words at him and grabbing Kakashi’s elbow in a gesture conveying it time to leave, suddenly uncomfortable. His employer focused his eyes enough to recognize the unruly features of his bodyguard, grinning ridiculously wide with a flash of teeth usually concealed by his own intentions to mask his features, and Zabuza helped him stand, aware of Haku’s movements from the corner of his eye as she retrieved the shoes he’d forgotten his employer had discarded on their way inside. A moment of Kakashi tripping over his own feet in wrestling with his shoes and they were on their way, the geisha following behind them in a rapid pace to keep up with his larger stride, her sandals clacking gently on the cobbled street. He waited, wondering if she’d avert from the path he took, but after a few minutes, it became evidently clear she wasn’t going anywhere.

“What are you doing?”

Wide eyes blinked at him. “I…was asked to join you.”

“When? Why?” he hissed, almost falling over when Kakashi waved his hand to a stranger passing by, the weight, despite his smaller frame, unbalancing him.

“In the teahouse. Kakashi-san asked-”

“We’ll ‘ve a nice tiiiime, Zabu-chaaaan,” the silver haired man sang, using fingers to tug at the bodyguard’s replaced bandages.

“Shut up, idiot.” Zabuza swatted the inquisitive digits away, immediately deciding to demand more money for services rendered. This was definitely not in his job description.

Little else was exchanged between them as Zabuza opted for requesting a room in a nearby inn, not caring for dragging his employer more than halfway across the small town in his rather distasteful state. Haku said nothing as she momentarily spoke with the innkeeper, acquiring a key with the promise not to be disturbed. She led the way, Kakashi having broken into a random song about two sailors and their misfortune with women to the extent they realized they had feeling for each other, and Zabuza sighed, thinking to have already lost his mind. All he wanted to do was dump Kakashi into the bed and find sleep somewhere far away from his employer. The extent of this venture did not sit well with the trained bodyguard, and the pressure of his swords digging into his hipbone proved it.

Upon shutting the door, Zabuza held Kakashi an arm’s length away. “You can-”

A hot mouth suctioned itself to the open recess between his lips before he could finish the words, a warm, alcohol-soaked tongue carefully sliding over the sharpened edges of his teeth in exploration, and hands wiggled under the pre-loosened bandages, desperate to feel tepid skin. Thought refused to register as Kakashi assaulted him with expert kisses, numbing his brain into an odd puddle of relaxation, and Zabuza stood dumbly against the hinge of the door, his employer’s body pressing comfortably into the curves and angles of his own. It wasn’t until the additional touch of cool fingers to the jut of his hip did he realize what was going on, and he growled, throwing his weight into dislodging the other man from his target.

He tried catching his breath, not having noticed he’d been holding it the entire time, and when he caught Haku’s inquisitive gaze, he uncharacteristically flushed.

“The fuck, Kakashi!?” he sneered, wiping a hand over his lips to remove the taste of drunk and horny man.

“You need to loosen up,” he flourished smoothly, the slur gone from his hypnotic voice, and he held a hand out to Haku, gesturing for her to come closer. Zabuza watched with distrusting eyes, finding it difficult to believe that his employer had been faking his drunken stupor. “Lovely indeed.” Kakashi whispered to the geisha upon her immediate proximity, earning a soft giggle in response before she twisted her head to the side to offer her neck in repose, and the silver haired man nipped into the perfect skin, nuzzling his way to her shoulder beneath the high collar of her kimono.

“I’m not going to watch-”

Kakashi placed a delicate kiss below Haku’s ear. “Should we invite Zabu-chan to play? He seems lonely.”

“Fucking hell,” Zabuza cursed, turning to open the door and leave. He should have seen through this act, having witnessed it several times before with numerous people, but it hadn’t registered because he’d been too distracted with-

“If you’ll wait a moment, Zabuza-san,” Haku murmured, mysteriously appearing at his side to gaze up at him with a gentle coaxing to her voice. “Would you like to know a secret?”

The bodyguard arched his eyebrow in question, and Kakashi laughed.

“I knew I liked you for a reason, my dear Haku,” he chimed joyfully, closing the space between the three of them.

“What’s going on?”

“Don’t you realize?” his employer inquired, absently sucking on the tip of his index finger as he gazed at him, an odd gleam in the depths of mismatched eyes. “We’re. Seducing. You.”

Two pairs of hands immediately attacked him from all sides, cornering the bodyguard into backing against the wall, and when Zabuza had no place to run, he glowered, though the look did nothing to help his predicament. If anything, it only fueled Kakashi’s twisted plans, and that cursed tongue swiped at pursed lips, teasingly flickering as fingers divested him of weapons and his shirt. He could hear Haku snickering beneath the loud pounding of his heart, toying with his senses, and a flowery scent robbed him of breath as the geisha leaned into him, her mouth adjacent to his finely tuned ears.

“Still curious to know a secret?” she teased before drawing away and persuading Kakashi to help her undress with a tilt of her head. Little time was wasted then, the flow of her straight hair cascading around her face in a dark tumble as it was taken from its arrangement, and layer upon layer of the intricate kimono slid to the floor in a puddle. Zabuza attempted not looking, thinking to trick his brain into forgetting where he was, but his curiosity dominated the idea, and he ground his teeth when Kakashi sucked on a perfect, pale shoulder, reddening it with his mark. Somehow, this situation seemed far too surreal, not that either of them were unattractive, but finding the grounding to accept what was happening didn’t justify in making it any less wrong. Atypical of any man, Zabuza did not think with his dick, but Kakashi seemed just so, not caring the sex of his partners as long as he was satisfied in the end.

“You’re an insufferable tease,” he heard his employer mutter amidst his heavy thinking, and he fixed his eyes on the pair, Haku’s body entirely visible as Kakashi stroked her cock with-

“Shit!”

Haku was a…

“Boy! You’re a fucking-” Zabuza suddenly found it rather hard to breathe. All this time, an underage brat had been making him feel so bothered? A male brat, nonetheless.

Haku moaned in agreement as he arched into Kakashi’s skilled hand, enjoying the feel of an expert touch and the disjointed stare of the rather clueless, though appealing man watching them, and a slender arm reached up, petting silver hair and marveling at the combination of coarse and smooth textures. He bit on his lip to drown out the teasing murmurs, and he gasped, vaguely aware of impending orgasm already working its way through his body.

“W-wait,” he breathed, unable to stop the reflexive jerk of his hips. “Zabuza-san is being…neglected.”

At the mention of his name, Zabuza quickly snapped back into reality once again, impossibly adapted to the fact that Haku was a…was a boy with overly feminine features and as wicked a disposition as his employer’s, and he wrestled with the door knob, kicking it and cursing when it refused to open in his need for a retreat. He jerked backwards into a warm body when a touch brushed his shoulder.

“It’s locked,” Kakashi breathed, fully pressing himself against the bodyguard’s back and rubbing suggestively, the evident swell of his erection nestling into him with intended purpose, and Zabuza closed his eyes, wanting to disappear and lean into what the man behind him was offering at the same time. He hated internal contradictions. Incidentally, however, it didn’t take much coaxing on Kakashi’s part to relax Zabuza’s stiff frame when his pants loosened around his waist and slid down, a mass of dark hair level with his crotch. That vision alone brought a moan to his throat.

“Why?” he managed through clenched teeth, refusing to thrust into the warm hand fingering the head of hic cock and rubbing along its base. “You’re-”

“Sex,” the other answered simply, an arm banding around his torso and sliding still chilled fingers up until they caught a nipple between them, toying it into hardness. “It’s fun.”

“But-”

“Exactly,” Kakashi smirked, using his free hand to squeeze the muscled curve of Zabuza’s thigh in suggestion before latching his mouth onto skin and sucking, continuing his exploration of the man hired to protect him. The struggle to break free instantly evaporated when liquid heat suffocated his cock, Kakashi’s ministrations forgotten with the addition of a tongue lapping around the swollen flesh between his thighs, and powerful hands found hold in Haku’s fragrant hair, Zabuza muttering rather distasteful obscenities as he thrust forward.

If he’d known that the day’s events would have led to this, he’d have gotten so drunk that his name would’ve been difficult to remember. Then, it wouldn’t have been so bad to realize his employer was determined to fuck him and a boy parading as a geisha was on his knees, sucking him off with rather adamant skill.

“Fuck,” he groaned, allowing Kakashi to support the basis of his weight with his narrow chest and rather steady legs. At the rate things were going, Zabuza thought he was going to fall down. Or pass out. Perhaps a combination of both; he didn’t know.

A soft voice hushed him, previously exploring hands sliding down his spine and lower, probing carefully in an attempt to massage rigid muscles into accepting his cock when he entered him. Zabuza ignored the movement, thinking it some sick fantasy of Kakashi’s obviously perverted mind until the thought came back to him that that was how men had sex with other men, and he distanced himself from the touch as best he could, still on the verge of collapsing as Haku’s mouth had ceased to release him. And he was getting so close…

“I’m not getting it up the-”

“Oh, I think you are,” Kakashi breathlessly stated, nudging braced legs to provide him space before gripping the bodyguard’s hips and pushing his ardent hard-on into Zabuza’s partially willing body. A cry escaped both of them, one of enraged hurt and the other of amused surprise, Haku stumbling back to avoid biting into the flesh of Zabuza’s cock. He panted, wide eyes taking in the scene of two completely different men -in both appearance and personality- joined together by a persistent feud he’d somehow participated in, and the moment Kakashi moved back to rock against the heat encasing him, the geisha boy was on his feet, lifting himself up to wrap slender arms around Zabuza’s neck and searching for the mouth he’d wanted to kiss since he’d seen him.

Because of his lack of height, or the bodyguard’s unusual tallness, Haku had to stretch his neck, whimpering agreeably when sharp teeth captured his bottom lip and sucked, a masculine flavor that was purely Zabuza flowing over his senses. Kakashi’s thrusts were distant as the man’s frame rocked against him, an erection digging into the boy’s stomach and his own forgotten amidst the breathy sounds and delirious kissing. Vaguely aware of anything else, Haku shuddered as calloused fingertips encircled the head of hardened flesh, drawing circles in an prolonged tease before both his and Zabuza’s own cock were squeezed simultaneously by the same hand, milking twin cries of pleasure. Haku thrust, holding tightly to the body that supported him, and the wetness enveloping his skin hazily reminded him of Kakashi’s presence as the silver haired man lapped at his elbow and forearm, their rhythm determined by his pace.

His arms full of wiggling, fully aroused male, Zabuza barely managed to suppress the sounds working their way free, and he tilted his hips into the propelling motion Kakashi drove, thinking he really had died. This was a heaven and hell of mixed proportions, and he couldn’t escape it. All he could do was succumb to it, used and wanting it, whatever it was, and Zabuza hurried the movements of his hand, his and the boy’s ends approaching too rapidly to stop.

“Dammit,” he groaned, his climax tearing away any resolution he’d previously had, and Haku tensing against him as he came did nothing to restore it. There was a burst of warmth, a pleased sigh, and Kakashi liquidly slid against him, nuzzling his nose into the sweat slicked skin of Zabuza’s back. They stood for a moment, legs somehow supporting their strained bodies, and Haku eventually moved in discomfort, the bodyguard’s hold still keeping him from pulling away.

Stained with the white makeup Haku had worn and coated with a light sheen of moisture, Zabuza’s face appeared brazenly handsome in the dimly lit room, bandages trailing in a chaotic tumble around his jaw and down a shoulder. Haku smiled softly, lip stinging from the man’s sharp teeth, and he softly kissed his nose before squirming free to examine the mess they’d made. His clothes were strewn hazardously across the floor, Zabuza’s mixed amongst them. He noted that Kakashi hadn’t even bothered aside from the evident loss of pants around his waist, and as the two men parted, the suctioning sound of moist skin evident, Haku began gathering his kimono, attempting to restore order.

Kakashi, obviously drunker than previously perceived, staggered to the bed and collapsed into it, muttering something neither Haku nor Zabuza could understand, and the boy ignored the gaze on his back as he dressed, wondering why the situation suddenly seemed so awkward. And as presentable as he could manage, Haku eventually turned, placing the key he’d received earlier into the lock and opening the door.

“Come visit some time soon,” he murmured softly, the urge to return for one last embrace potently strong. But he resisted. “And thank you.”

Zabuza, naked and too dazed to know better, merely nodded as the boy disappeared, glaring at his ignorant employer already unconscious and happy in his sexually-fulfilled, alcoholic world. Even without the invitation, he knew he would have returned. The teahouse, he decided, hadn’t been so terrible a place after all, and with reluctance, he had to thank Kakashi for that.

“…bu-chan…”

On second thought, he didn’t have to do anything, and he smirked, suddenly determined to take the bed for his own and pound Kakashi for ambushing him.

He’d never see it coming.

End