Oneshots

Zabuza's Kiss

We had converged at our agreed meeting place, but this time it wasn't for business. His arms snaked around my waist, and mine his neck as I untiled his mask, letting it fall to his neck. He face came closer to mine, our eyes peering into each other. It was tense for a moments before our lips collided, wasting no time. Our lips hungrily danced around each other, and without hesitation he bit down on my lower lip. His sharp, shark-like teeth, cut into my flesh, the taste of my blood overwhelming our senses. "Zabuza!" I moaned into the kiss. As he smirked into it, taking advantage of my open mouth, to slide his tongue in, eliciting yer another moan. The taste of my blood was still thick in our mouths, the bitter, metallic taste, a welcome difference, to the tame, sweet undertones of before. Before long he was pushed up against a wall, and we found ourselves pulling away, breathing heavy. Our foreheads rested against each other, our eyes still closed, savoring what just happened. Just as quickly as we stopped though, the spark had been reignited, and we were back at it again. Harder. Hungrier than before. He pushed off the wall, and landed us on the couch in the corner, not breaking the kiss once. My hands glided over his toned chest as I reached down to unbuckled his belt, and he helped me slide my shirt off. We were locked in a passsionate dance of intimacy, and the only things i remember, were muffled moans, and feelings of ecstasy.