Log One of Doom

[yukiko_no_haku]

Who: Yuki Haku and Momochi Zabuza
What: Mm, Haku's working, Zabuza sees him, chastises him, ends up getting sexual favours in return. <3
When: Ahhhm... I don't... remember... XD;' This log is old. We're lame.
Where: ALLEY FTW
Warnings: Mm, sex and angst and whoring?


After the ordeal with Sai, Haku had gotten back into the... 'scene'- for lack of a better word, that is. Orochimaru paid so well that he'd had enough money to buy a few new outfits plus his.. stuff and the new (Link: http://www.dracinabox.com/missmuffet2.jpg)outfit was perfect to go walking in.

Heels clacking on the cobblestone, Haku thanks another of his kind for picking up his bag, which had fallen off of the bench he frequented. Work was slow tonight, but it made sense- it was Monday night, after all.

Come the weekend...? (Business will soar.)

The man is partly shocked when he thinks he see's a young woman dressed in a scant pink dress, lacy frills poking out of the bottom of the neatly folded seems. However, Zabuza could never be surprised when he notes that it is Haku. "...." Haku was wearing a dress. And obviously placed panties(it looked so similar to that of Minnie mouse from Disney make. Strange how childhood visions return to him when he thinks of-).

As he walks closer, one large sum of aged and sliced tabacco is wrapped neatly in fine white paper and a spongy filter in his mouth, Zabuza notes how Haku is so... oblivious to his very presense.

A soft smiles crosses the boys lips and he stands up, offering a short bow to the teacher. "Sensei, how are you?" The dress fits him perfectly, and it's obvious he's not a girl- merely one in drag, but a good one at that.

The underwear flashes someone who is most likely staring, pink and red and white with little mice playing on it with a piece of string. It's.. cute, perversly so. But it sells.

"Just fine." He replies, staring with wide brown eyes.

Did ... he want to know? "Haku..." He trails off-Haku knows Zabuza does not support such activities- and looks aside, feeling the urge to grab Haku by the arm and drag him into an alley, keeping him from hungry eyes.

"What are you doing, parading around like that?"

"Working, sensei." He replies, knowing that Zabuza does not approve. He walks close to the man, lacing hands around his neck, hanging off of him. "Don't you like my outfit, sensei?"

Zabuza shuts his eyes and then backs slighty, until he is against the wall of a store, frowning in a put off scowl(though he is so on.). "Haku..." He shudders. What was Haku trying to do? Seduce him?

Really...

"You don't like it, do you sensei..." Haku said, a pout forming on his lips. "You don't approve of my work, Sensei?"

Sensei was reserved for teasing; they both knew it.

...Zabuza didn't have to admit it.

Infact, the man enjoyed the outfit- would even more so enjoy taking it off- but he did not(ever) approve of Haku's work. Prostitution... was not alright. But he had raised Haku in no way to say that this was improper(Zabuza just thought Haku would know.).

Haku knew- oh, he knew alright. But desperate times- well, they called for desperate measures and this sure was one of them.

A pout turns to a frown on his glossy little lips, and Haku feels rejected. "..I can change your mind, sensei."

Zabzua shakes his head again- he was sure Haku could.

The man cannot resist those glittered lips, the frown(Haku looks so hurt...) and petaled touch of an angel- who he has sinned upon to turn it into one of his own.

"Ai, I can... Zabuza-san." He says, rubbing a leg against the older man, glancing to an alley-way; it was empty and he knew it, it called his name- their names -beconing to be used.

The man almost refuses but lets himself be pulled in, pushing Haku against the rough walls. "Uh- You're a terrible child." He whispers- though he doesnt mean a word of it.

Grinning- like a cat the boy's eyes glow, shimmering with something that is a secret useless to everyone but himself. "I'm terrible, Zabuza-san?"

"Yes." He pants, frowning. "You're a hypocrite too..." Another sigh. Haku was amazing.

"How am I a hypocrite, Zabuza-san?" Haku asked, honestly puzzled by the name. His body, meanwhile, didn't linger on the oddity, hands moving under clothing as he pushes his stomach- level with the other's groin -into Zabuza's pantline, in between his legs.

Zabuza scowls and leans back, allowing Haku to touch his still dressed body. "You leave me. You come back. You leave me. You come back... You... Mm... I wish you would make up your mind." He replied, giving in finally, "You're a fucking tease."

A frown- out of place -crosses the boys lips at the statement. He knew it was true- he teased, taunted and changed his mind with Zabuza a lot, but-

-"I wish you would, too."

The man breathes out. "I never changed my mind."

Zabuza neveer stopped loving Haku and because of this, it is his turn to be confused. What had he left Haku with- he had never jumbled on decisions...

The junior thinks otherwise- Zabuza so often pushed him away, so often made him think nothing of himself, or their relationship- whatever it was; and ever since-

"Maybe not..."

-it had happened, Haku had been- well, straightout terrified.

Zabuza preferred not to think it was something terrible(because he knew-) because it would mean Haku did not need(want) him anymore and that would mean he didn't want(need) Haku anymore. Simply sighing as the teen presses against him, he encourages the pale, lithe, body with an arm around his waist, just waiting. "Forget about it." He replies.

Glancing back up at him, Haku's eyes are glossed over- not with tears -with a look that says he's gone, mentally. It's a job for him again, being against Zabuza, sliding his hand in the other male's jean-pocket, taking advantage of the deep pockets to rub his fingers against the teacher's groin.

"Zabuza-san..." He purrs, looking up at him with a longing.

Haku fingers are like magic, though the man does not know if he is happy or not(ever since-). He can't tell if Haku is either. (-he cannot understand what Haku wants anymore).

It feels good though, so he pushes his hips up and sighs before staring back with a longing expression. "Mm...Hm."

Fingers, hand, palm rubbing against the other's penis that he can feel through the faded fabric of jeans. (Jeans weren't popular in Japan, but Zabuza seemed to wear them anyways.)

Other arm draped around the man's neck, Haku pulls him down into a kiss- desperate more than anything as he tries to work himself into ablivion.

(He prefered a western style.)

Zabuza pulls Haku against him, nursing from the lips, licking over his lower lip before sighing and moaning when the 'magic' fingers stroke him.

Pulling his other hand down, Haku pulls his opposite hand from the jean-pocket, undoing the buttons and zippers of the jeans quickly, pushing it back and pulling down fabrics to grasp his teacher's penis, eager to dissapear into the mind-set of a prostitute- eager to lose himself.

The teen would get on his knees if he could reach, but he can't from the ground, and so he stands instead, the head already in his mouth even though he's barely touched, taunted or otherwise warrented an erection from the male.

The man shuts his eyes and he breathes out in misty puffs, swallowing before nodding and encouraging Haku with content praise. "Mm-hm. Good boy." Haku loves praise to reflect his work, doesnt he?

It's true, the junior loves praise; and he bathes in it, holding firmly to the other's cock as he licks and kisses the head, making obscene, unnecessary moans as if it gives him intense pleasure. (it does, but not in that sense.)

The alley is dark from the night sky, but passing stranger still hears what's going on, and makes a face of disgust- stupid whores.

Sabrina: Stupid whores to thouse who believe one is far too ... sophisticated than to lower themselves to the level. However, Zabuza does not see Haku as a prostitute. Because he isn't. He is simply asking for a fee for pleasuring another man. While dressed in drag. Why not get paid for something one loves to do?

Zabuza swallows and pushing his hips as he hopes to choke Haku(not really) and swallow his own pleasure. Because it all feels so amazing...

The junior tilts his pretty head and adjusts his throat to take in more of his teacher's cock, feeling the heat from his groin making his cheeks flush even more.

Mind blank, eyes closed, Haku swallows and tightens the back of his mouth against the head, not feeling the slightest hint of embarrassment as he performs such an act on his teacher.

Zabuza swallows again, now feeling sparkles of magic in the pit- very core- of his stomach, flexing his eyelids as he feels 'it' coming before letting the other know. "Haku..." That was all the warning that Haku needed, he always knew- especially in this line of work;

It was kind to even give warning.

Eyes the colour of tree bark, the kind that grew in Sapporo, glance up quickly at Zabuza before the teen pulls back, still kissing, still licking- still loving? -his teacher in the back of the alley.

Haku didn't like it. He didn't like doing this for money, or for pleasure, but the sensation and satisfaction it gave him in the end made up for it. (The ends justified the means?)

(Zabuza didn't think so.)

Though, what Haku did now was none of his business, but at the moment it was his as it was his who was doing this. He did not want to think of Haku as a whore. He was too good for that. He, at least, had a future, but when he diminished himself in such a way- self-pity, lack of confidence and a deadly habit, left Zabuza at a loss. He had a whore- he RAISED a slut and Zabuza still loved him.

(In spite of it, Haku liked to think it did. He liked to think at least something he was doing was right.)

Haku would never understand, nor fully ever trust Zabuza's words. How could he- the epitome of Haku's life, the one truth throughout all of his life -love someone like himself? A whore? A lowly, unimportant orphan that the world had forgotten and left to die in the cold. How could Zabuza even hold anything less than contempt towards him? It wouldn't ever make sense to Haku; he would never accept it.

Mouth, lips, cheeks, teeth, they're all covered with his saliva, the kind that tastes a little like mint and a lot like smoke, molest the older man's erection, taking something Haku isn't supposed to have. (Confidence?)

Zabuza finally tugs on the delicate strands of dark hair shooting his seed into Haku's mouth, panting to himself, not caring in the least of the lack of proper setting. Swallowing, he pulls Haku off of him before sliding down and grabbing the teen to him, pressing himself against him before capturing the thick, pink lips in a kiss. "Thank you." He whispered, not sounding grateful, though he is. It was a terrible thing. To not be able to feel what he feels.

Usually, they just left; or tossed money at him. Either or. It was rare for anyone to stick around, even Zabuza, who usually sent Haku on his way to do homework or buy "something nice". He is only slightly caught off guard though, and the teen braces himself against Zabuza's chest, swallowing the come in his mouth to save Zabuza the oddity of tasting himself. (It's still there, of course, bitter on his tongue, but it is no longer there.)

Zabuza doesnt really care- he didn't intrude the mouth even as Haku swallows and did not plan to(he did not want to taste himself, oh no, but he wasnt in the mood to be a letcher). "..."

Curiosity laced in his eyes, Haku wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a childish look on his face of mild bewilderment, as if he did not know how he got there.

Licking his lips once, Haku glanced down at the floor before loosening his grasp on Zabuza completly, moving to free himself from the awkward aftershock of the tense feelings.

Zabuza looks at Haku for a moment. "Im not paying you." He spoke, crossing his arms before cocking his head to the side. Haku was not a whore!

"I didn't think you would." He replies, not really caring. He didn't ever want or need the money, not really. It paid well enough, plus scholarships. The only downside was that it meant it had been personal- that he'd done that because he wanted to.

(Haku most certainly didn't want to do that-)

"Are you going to be out for long?" He asked, looking at Haku softly, still noting his pink adornment before sighing.

Bag was picked up, put over shoulder. "I have a test tomorrow." Which translated to no, but Haku wouldn't say that directly. Zabuza knew as well as Haku did that grades were the only thing keeping him in Oshima, the only reason he was even here in the first place.

Zabuza shut his eyes and nodded. "Then go study. It would be a shame if you fell behind."

The child nods, knowing what he means even if he's only said something so casual. His shoes have been taken off, as he stands there, and the boy's height drops a few inches, back to his meek 156 centimeters, and he offers a small, indifferent wave.

"Goodnight, sensei."

Zabuza offers a smile, "Good night Haku." He cannot stay mad at Haku no matter how dissapointed he is.