New York! And a lemon for my OWAS!!
Okay, I've been crap about updating on LiveJournal for a while, though it used to be ahead of ff.net. As such, I promise to have all of the chapters up to date on here when I get back from NYC at the end of this month. There will also be a citrus-y one-shot up as a consolation to my crappy update time. Sorry and enjoy!
Rating: M (For Misty)
Warnings: Giggles, floaty feeling, sweet man smex
Disclaimer: I own the dimension this is from, but nothing else. Sad.
Note: This is more vague than I usually write, so let me know if you think it’s crap, gold, okay, or unacceptable!
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Shurachi shrugged off his vest as he entered the little apartment his lover owned. He’d been perfectly willing, even a little insistent on having Haku live at the Inuzuka compound with him. Haku had given him perfectly reasonably arguments as to why he shouldn’t though, and Shura had been forced to agree.
He did pay the rent for Haku however, and the former missing nin had been unable to disagree when Shurachi had presented him with the idea. The fact that the Inuzuka’s eyes were smoldering and his hand had been creeping under a soft pink yukata might have had something to do with the lack of protest.
Kiba was working on a D ranked mission with his team, something about catching a cat at some nobles summer home. He wouldn’t be back for another day or so at any rate. Doku was quite happily napping on a small rug in the middle of Haku’s living room.
There was only a living room, a kitchen, a small bedroom and a small bathroom in the apartment. Shurachi had offered to get him a bigger one, but his little lover had only smiled and said he preferred simplicity.
The scent of cooked rice and fish wafted through the air and Shurachi wasted no time in toeing off his shoes and making his way into the small kitchen.
Haku was standing in front of a small platter, frilly pink apron secured to his person and wooden spoon happily dishing out rice. The senbon expert didn’t seem to notice his entrance so Shurachi crept forward and wrapped his arms around the smaller males waist.
There was no startled sound, just a small smile letting Shurachi know he’d been detected long before he’d stepped foot in the kitchen. Doku’s happy bark had probably given him away then.
“Welcome home Shurachi-kun.” Haku murmured quietly, settling a fish on top of the rice.
Shurachi hummed a little and tightened his hold in a brief hug. “You know better Haku, no honorifics when addressing me. It makes me feel like I’m making love to one of those silly little genin pups I put up with.” He lipped the more effeminate man’s ear as if to prove his point.
Haku giggled quietly and carefully set the other fish on top of the rice. “So you’ve said. Now, are you going to let me go so I can bring this into the sitting room, or are you going to hinder my progress the whole way?” He raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at Shurachi who let him go with a quiet whine and kicked puppy look.
Haku giggled again and walked passed Shurachi with a little brush of his hip against the front of Shurachi’s thighs. “Grab the sake while you’re at it lover, you’ll have an enjoyable night so long as you don’t have to work in the morning.”
Considering he’d been ordered on vacation again by the Hokage, Shurachi was pretty damn sure he’d make the night enjoyable. Thankfully he hadn’t been ordered out of the village since it was now common knowledge that he had a lover living within it’s walls. No one really knew who it was, thanks to Haku’s insistence on formality outside of the privacy of their homes, but that didn’t stop him from making it obvious he was now enjoying the delights of a relationship again after so long.
They settled on cushions around a low set table off to one side of the living room; Doku didn’t even stir. It was a relatively silent meal considering the amount of communication going on between them. Haku was very careful to lick every last grain of rice from his chopsticks, though he wasn’t so careful as to avoid brushing against Shurachi with almost every move.
For his part, the Inuzuka couldn’t tear his eyes away from that perfect pink mouth if Doku had suddenly turned into a cat and had a littler of pointy cacti.
When the meal was done, Haku stood to collect the dishes. He didn’t even manage to grab the bowl of pickled radishes before Shurachi had a hand around his wrist.
He was pulled into the larger man’s lap by a gentle tug and arranged so he could feel exactly what his little show had done to his lover. Soft, chapped lips pressed to his forehead, his cheek, his jaw, the finally his mouth.
It wasn’t a harsh kiss, filled with sexual tension, just a light caress of lips on lips and fingers gently pulling through his hair. They separated, breathing each others air, and words murmured between them almost to soft. “Leave them, Doku will take care of the food and we can always clean up later.”
Gentle touches, careful hands, and Haku almost hated the care taken when handling his body. He was a shinobi damn it! He wouldn’t break at the slightest provocation! But them a hot tongue was dancing with his and soft fabric was sliding over his back, and the sharp sting of something invading his body stole his indignation from him.
Shurachi’s flushed chest was sliding against his, bare and slick with excited sweat. Those same chapped lips were languidly sampling his own bare chest and a second intrusion stretched him almost more than he could take before settling.
“You’re so beautiful Haku, my precious little lover.” A hot tongue lapping at his nipple, teeth gently nipping. “So soft, and strong, and perfect.” Haku wanted to argue, wanted to tell him that he wasn’t half as perfect as Shurachi, but then another finger had slid in and stars were dancing before his eyes. All he could manage was a pleasured, groaning moan.
He knew what sound and scent and sight did to his lover and so he retaliated against the slow torture as best he could; with low groans, whimpers, and tiny yips that he’d found excited his lover more than any other sound. He’d thought briefly, when he’d first found out about the sound, that it had something to do with the workings of the Inuzuka Family Jutsu. None of the men had been willing to confirm it and the women, who had told him about the sound in the first place, had simply blushed and giggled.
He whined low in throat as the fingers retreated and he was suddenly very empty. He knew something better would come, but that didn’t stop the feeling of loss over taking him until that sweet burn filled his mind.
He couldn’t tell how long they moved, slowly rocking in the age old dance. Couldn’t think of how Shurachi’s hips rolled at just the right spot or how his own seemed to rise of their own accord to meet his larger lovers in a sweaty, steaming kiss of flesh on flesh.
Later, when the sun was rising and their chests were no longer heaving, Haku thought about the times he’d slept cold and dirty on the streets. Thought about how he’d been desperate to prove himself to both Zabuza and then Inuzuka-sama. He thought of how he’d tried to slip away, unnoticed and forgotten after his crush had left him alone in a clearing; half naked and ashamed of having seduced a village boy.
He thought of the warm arms wrapped around him, of the soft words whispered in his ear when Shurachi thought he was asleep, and he smiled. The soft light of dawn was falling over the floor, making Doku crawl under their raised bed, but it didn’t take Haku’s smile from him nor Shurachi’s soft breathing. Not when the lovers were so content to lay in each others arms for the rest of the day.
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Review guys! This is my consolation to my leaving and the longer update times. I hope you liked it! Also, can any of you guess at some of the things that I hinted at? They are future stuffs involving Haku, in case you couldn’t tell. -laughs-
Taku
Rating: M (For Misty)
Warnings: Giggles, floaty feeling, sweet man smex
Disclaimer: I own the dimension this is from, but nothing else. Sad.
Note: This is more vague than I usually write, so let me know if you think it’s crap, gold, okay, or unacceptable!
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Shurachi shrugged off his vest as he entered the little apartment his lover owned. He’d been perfectly willing, even a little insistent on having Haku live at the Inuzuka compound with him. Haku had given him perfectly reasonably arguments as to why he shouldn’t though, and Shura had been forced to agree.
He did pay the rent for Haku however, and the former missing nin had been unable to disagree when Shurachi had presented him with the idea. The fact that the Inuzuka’s eyes were smoldering and his hand had been creeping under a soft pink yukata might have had something to do with the lack of protest.
Kiba was working on a D ranked mission with his team, something about catching a cat at some nobles summer home. He wouldn’t be back for another day or so at any rate. Doku was quite happily napping on a small rug in the middle of Haku’s living room.
There was only a living room, a kitchen, a small bedroom and a small bathroom in the apartment. Shurachi had offered to get him a bigger one, but his little lover had only smiled and said he preferred simplicity.
The scent of cooked rice and fish wafted through the air and Shurachi wasted no time in toeing off his shoes and making his way into the small kitchen.
Haku was standing in front of a small platter, frilly pink apron secured to his person and wooden spoon happily dishing out rice. The senbon expert didn’t seem to notice his entrance so Shurachi crept forward and wrapped his arms around the smaller males waist.
There was no startled sound, just a small smile letting Shurachi know he’d been detected long before he’d stepped foot in the kitchen. Doku’s happy bark had probably given him away then.
“Welcome home Shurachi-kun.” Haku murmured quietly, settling a fish on top of the rice.
Shurachi hummed a little and tightened his hold in a brief hug. “You know better Haku, no honorifics when addressing me. It makes me feel like I’m making love to one of those silly little genin pups I put up with.” He lipped the more effeminate man’s ear as if to prove his point.
Haku giggled quietly and carefully set the other fish on top of the rice. “So you’ve said. Now, are you going to let me go so I can bring this into the sitting room, or are you going to hinder my progress the whole way?” He raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at Shurachi who let him go with a quiet whine and kicked puppy look.
Haku giggled again and walked passed Shurachi with a little brush of his hip against the front of Shurachi’s thighs. “Grab the sake while you’re at it lover, you’ll have an enjoyable night so long as you don’t have to work in the morning.”
Considering he’d been ordered on vacation again by the Hokage, Shurachi was pretty damn sure he’d make the night enjoyable. Thankfully he hadn’t been ordered out of the village since it was now common knowledge that he had a lover living within it’s walls. No one really knew who it was, thanks to Haku’s insistence on formality outside of the privacy of their homes, but that didn’t stop him from making it obvious he was now enjoying the delights of a relationship again after so long.
They settled on cushions around a low set table off to one side of the living room; Doku didn’t even stir. It was a relatively silent meal considering the amount of communication going on between them. Haku was very careful to lick every last grain of rice from his chopsticks, though he wasn’t so careful as to avoid brushing against Shurachi with almost every move.
For his part, the Inuzuka couldn’t tear his eyes away from that perfect pink mouth if Doku had suddenly turned into a cat and had a littler of pointy cacti.
When the meal was done, Haku stood to collect the dishes. He didn’t even manage to grab the bowl of pickled radishes before Shurachi had a hand around his wrist.
He was pulled into the larger man’s lap by a gentle tug and arranged so he could feel exactly what his little show had done to his lover. Soft, chapped lips pressed to his forehead, his cheek, his jaw, the finally his mouth.
It wasn’t a harsh kiss, filled with sexual tension, just a light caress of lips on lips and fingers gently pulling through his hair. They separated, breathing each others air, and words murmured between them almost to soft. “Leave them, Doku will take care of the food and we can always clean up later.”
Gentle touches, careful hands, and Haku almost hated the care taken when handling his body. He was a shinobi damn it! He wouldn’t break at the slightest provocation! But them a hot tongue was dancing with his and soft fabric was sliding over his back, and the sharp sting of something invading his body stole his indignation from him.
Shurachi’s flushed chest was sliding against his, bare and slick with excited sweat. Those same chapped lips were languidly sampling his own bare chest and a second intrusion stretched him almost more than he could take before settling.
“You’re so beautiful Haku, my precious little lover.” A hot tongue lapping at his nipple, teeth gently nipping. “So soft, and strong, and perfect.” Haku wanted to argue, wanted to tell him that he wasn’t half as perfect as Shurachi, but then another finger had slid in and stars were dancing before his eyes. All he could manage was a pleasured, groaning moan.
He knew what sound and scent and sight did to his lover and so he retaliated against the slow torture as best he could; with low groans, whimpers, and tiny yips that he’d found excited his lover more than any other sound. He’d thought briefly, when he’d first found out about the sound, that it had something to do with the workings of the Inuzuka Family Jutsu. None of the men had been willing to confirm it and the women, who had told him about the sound in the first place, had simply blushed and giggled.
He whined low in throat as the fingers retreated and he was suddenly very empty. He knew something better would come, but that didn’t stop the feeling of loss over taking him until that sweet burn filled his mind.
He couldn’t tell how long they moved, slowly rocking in the age old dance. Couldn’t think of how Shurachi’s hips rolled at just the right spot or how his own seemed to rise of their own accord to meet his larger lovers in a sweaty, steaming kiss of flesh on flesh.
Later, when the sun was rising and their chests were no longer heaving, Haku thought about the times he’d slept cold and dirty on the streets. Thought about how he’d been desperate to prove himself to both Zabuza and then Inuzuka-sama. He thought of how he’d tried to slip away, unnoticed and forgotten after his crush had left him alone in a clearing; half naked and ashamed of having seduced a village boy.
He thought of the warm arms wrapped around him, of the soft words whispered in his ear when Shurachi thought he was asleep, and he smiled. The soft light of dawn was falling over the floor, making Doku crawl under their raised bed, but it didn’t take Haku’s smile from him nor Shurachi’s soft breathing. Not when the lovers were so content to lay in each others arms for the rest of the day.
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Review guys! This is my consolation to my leaving and the longer update times. I hope you liked it! Also, can any of you guess at some of the things that I hinted at? They are future stuffs involving Haku, in case you couldn’t tell. -laughs-
Taku