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Перекладываю с яойгаллери фик - Кисамэ/Итачи, NC-17, авторы: BrucesGirl и Athame
The path had been seven days straight, through a forest with no large bodies of water, and Kisame wouldn’t stop complaining. He couldn’t stand being dirty, being dry, and being hungry. So, he chose a verbal means of expelling the stress. “Maa, Itachi, are we close to a village yet? I’m hungry.” On other times, he relied on the traditional childish, ‘Are we there yet?’ usually receiving no answer…
But that wasn’t a surprise. “Itachi, I’m tired of sleeping on the ground. Even normal shinobi get time off, Itachi-kun.” He shifted his weapon on his back and scowled at the forest floor. “And some miso soup would be nice, and onigiri, the kind with sweet mushrooms in the middle!”
And on and on it went… From day three to seven, Kisame complained. The most poignant of the complaints, of course, was that Kisame needed to get laid. He talked about it nonstop. Breasts. Cock. Ass. Pussy. Anything he could think of. And there was still no answer.
Kisame still wasn’t surprised.
Itachi did his best to ignore his loose lipped companion. He was used to his behavior, after being his partner for so long. Yet, he couldn’t deny the itch he had to drive the larger man’s sword through his skull after four straight days of complaining. Four straight days of some of the most unimportant, asinine things, he was sure, Kisame could think of.
Really, what did he expect him to do about it? Pull a village out of his cloak? All his prattle wasn’t going to change a damn thing. The only thing it served to do was irritate the Uchiha. Not that he could tell.
No, Itachi gave no sign as to what he thought on any of the matters Kisame brought up. Especially not the sex. There were a great many things he never wanted to put too much thought into. And, Kisame’s apparent need to stick his dick in something, or have one stuck in him, was one of those things.
Kisame’s grin behind Itachi got broader as they came to a wide road - a sure sign that a village was near. Walking quietly next to him, listening to the bells tinkle on his hat, Kisame drawled out a question. “Itachi-kun, you need to get laid, too. Every time we buy a whore, she bathes you and feeds you and plays a little music for you, but you never get your rocks off. I’m beginning to think you’re a eunuch.”
Kisame would be the only one who could get away with such impertinence. Not even Deidara, in his infinite expanse of loose tongue, would ever dream of insulting Itachi’s manhood. Kisame droned on about the road, the rocks getting in his sandals, and the how hot the sun was now that they were out of the cover of the trees.
He even complained when they got to the village. “I don’t want to just get supplies and leave! Don’t they have hotels here? Let’s enjoy ourselves for one night at least! Seven nights on the road, and I’m fuckin’ tired!” He was going to complain more, but they came to a stop in front of a beautiful onsen, and his eyes flickered to the back of Itachi’s head, hidden beneath the hat.
“Wha- Are we staying here?”
After the eunuch comment, the need to drive Samehada into Kisame had grown, but no longer was it the shark-like man’s head he wished to plant the massive sword in. No. He wanted to oh so slowly and painfully shove it up the older man’s ass to show him just how much of a man he really was. Though, logically, he didn’t see what doing that proved. He’d seen women who could do the same thing. But, it would make him feel better.
The only obvious solution to his problem of kill Kisame or go mad, was to give his partner what he wanted. Which, if he thought about it, he seemed to do in the long run every time Kisame got like this. And, he never failed to wonder just who it was that was the older of them. The larger man certainly didn’t act his age. Not that many members of the Akatsuki did.
So, once in town, he silently made his way to the onsen they now found themselves standing before. He could feel as much as hear the pleasure and relief from the large man behind him. Quelling the need to roll his eyes at the obvious question, he turned his head to glance back over his shoulder.
“Unless you’d rather not,” he answered with an indifferent tone, as if about ready to walk away and forget he ever considered them staying in the first place.
“No!” Kisame’s shark eyes widened a fraction, if it was possible. “No, this is fine!” He accompanied Itachi through the ordeal of getting room, and he was pleased to see two beautiful women ogling them as they walked down the hall. “Hey, Itachi-kun, they like us. We might get laid for free tonight!”
They were ushered into a suite with two separate sleeping dens and then a living and socializing area between then. Kisame grinned. “This is going to be fuckin’ amazing.” He tossed his hat aside and messily hung up his cloak, leaving him in his nin uniform that hugged his massive body suggestively.
He looked over his shoulder at Itachi, and he paused almost unnoticeably before he started to talk again. “Ne, Itachi. Food, fuck, or bathe first?” He gave it a momentary thought before he decided on the bath first, declaring he smelled like ‘Zetsu’s plant food’, if it even had a smell.
Itachi grunted softly at the absurd question. It didn’t affect him what Kisame did first. All that mattered to him was that it got Kisame out of his hair. He wanted to have one minute of no complaining about absolutely everything there was to complain about. Once the other nin was gone, he suddenly was at a loss of what to do with himself.
He spent so much time growling in his head about how irritating his partner was, that once he was alone and all was silent, he didn’t know what to think or do. Even more irritating than the man himself, was this need to have him take up space in his life. To fill the void of silence and emptiness he felt when the annoying baka was not around.
Deciding he needed a bath, too. He followed his companion, hoping he hadn’t dragged anyone into the bath with him.
Kisame had picked up a book right before they’d reached the onsen… The perverted kind, and he was reading it quietly in the bath, careful not to get the pages wet as he soaked in the hot, steaming water. He turned a page, and his lips quirked up in a lecherous smirk. The door slid open, and his eyes popped up, and the smirk turned into a full out grin.
When Itachi eased himself into the bath, Kisame’s eyes slid open, and he watched appreciatively. He remembered when Itachi hadn’t quite filled out yet, when he was still gangly and kind of skinny. Now, his skin was like ivory stretched over beaten steel, each muscle lithe and perfectly formed.
Next, he met his onyx eyes, not used to seeing him with his hair down over his shoulders. He offered the slightest lecherous gaze and leaned back before grabbing the book and beginning to read some more. “This guy that writes these has one hell of an imagination. Who in the hell thought of doing it in a tree above the ground.” He looked down at the page. “It’s unbelievable!”
“The man that writes those, is the sannin we encountered the first time we tried to acquire Kyuubi.” For some reason, he felt the need to impart the information. Though, why Kisame wouldn’t know that, and why he did, was lost on him. It seemed like the sort of useless information Kisame would store away, while he himself would ignore. This direction in their conversation also deviated from the talk of sexual positions and places to have sex. Really, was sex all Kisame thought about?
Itachi relaxed back into the water and closed his eyes. He had to admit it was nice to relax after traveling for so many days in a row. It was nice to let his mind relax as well. At least the perverted book was good for something. Kisame’s attention was on something other than running his mouth and complaining. Now, if he would just stay silent for the length of their bath.
As badly as he wanted that to be so, he knew Kisame would never go that long without saying something, anything.
“Oh.” Kisame looked at the cover. “He uses a pseudonym.” He went back to reading, but not before muttering, “We really shoulda cut off a few limbs, and we wouldn’t have lost the little brat.” He grumped it, but his eyes were still just barely looking over the top of the book at Itachi
He glanced down at the book and back up.
Down, and back up.
Down, and back up.
Then, he grinned. “Hey, how flexible are you? Think you could do this?” He showed Itachi the picture of a young woman nearly bent in half, legs over her lover’s shoulders as he drove into her pliant body. Kisame waited for the reaction.
Itachi, as unemotional as he was, showed his reactions in subtle ways. Flickers of his eyes, the tilt of his head, the pace of his steps. It was Kisame that knew him so well, and was so protective of him. The Mist nin knew damn good and well that Itachi didn’t need Kisame protecting him, but there was a comfort of their partnership.
A subtle knowledge, that they belonged together.
Kisame didn’t surprise Itachi with the very personal questions about sex. As open and vocal about things as Kisame was, Itachi was silent and closed off. A slight thinning of his lips and shift of his brow was the only indication that any other man would have frowned and acquired a twitch. His eyes barely glanced over the image but they took the entire thing in. Was he to assume his partner wanted him to be the woman? Yes, most definitely any other man would have developed a twitch.
Itachi’s eyes shifted upwards and met those of his partner. They were cool and calm, like always. But the barest hint of danger laid deep in their depths. “Don’t ask stupid questions. It is not a matter of could but a matter of would,” he spoke with a cool, indifferent tone. He then closed his eyes again, as much to shut out the hideous book as to shut out his companion.
Not the brightest decision. The darkness of closing his eyes allowed his mind to wander toward places he would rather it not. Itachi wanted to growl. Where the hell had Kisame picked up that damn book and when? He didn’t think he could overlook something like that.
Kisame, unafraid of the warnings, only shrugged. He leaned back again to continue reading, and every once in a while, his eerie shark eyes would flicker up to Itachi’s face and body, taking in the details. Almost as if he were memorizing each part. The grin was plastered back on his face, and he settled into silence… if not for Itachi’s sake then for his.
Dinner was uneventful except for the women practically draping themselves over a very receptive Kisame. One girl actually wanted to trace the tips of his sharp teeth with her tongue, and he let her, the girl practically humping him in his lap. When they were called away to perform their nightly cleaning duties, Kisame let them go with an invitation to the room, and he smirked at Itachi.
Dinner after that was quiet, not an unusual thing between them. Kisame, for being as rough and coarse as a bandit, had surprisingly delicate, respectful table manners around Itachi, more out of respect than habit. He finished off his cup of tea and thanked the hostesses for his dinner, and he nodded slightly at Itachi as he stood to go to the room. “M’headed to get some sleep before I get visitors.” It was a smirk of absolute sensuality, directed right at Itachi.
Itachi was glad when Kisame finally stopped bothering him with his perverted comments and questions, but the occasional glances were somewhat unnerving for the Uchiha. And he wasn’t one to be unnerved. Especially not by Kisame. He had known him so long, he knew his partner’s thought processes as well as his own. The older man was up to something, and he wasn’t sure he was going to like whatever it was.
The small feat of not smashing his cup to bits in his hand while the little whores, for that’s what they were to Itachi, draped all over his companion grew harder and harder. And when the one little bitch decided to rub herself against the large man while licking his teeth, the black-haired man had to stop himself from growling or becoming violent.
Whether in disgust or anger, he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like Kisame didn’t behave like this on a regular basis when women were around, and often in front of him. Whatever it was, he had to take a firm grasp on his chakra to keep from 1) alerting his partner he was upset, and 2) killing the little minx. His cup literally creaked under the force of his grip.
When the girls were called away, Itachi felt somewhat calmed. They had been annoying in their actions and their noise. Giggling and flirting like a bunch of cats in heat. It was both disgraceful and disgusting. He spent the remainder of dinner relaxing and focusing on anything but Kisame and his insatiable lust.
He watched as his companion stood from the table and simply nodded when the tall man said he was going to bed, steadfastly ignoring the heated gaze Kisame gave him. After a few minutes, he followed himself. Not bothering to thank anyone for anything as his partner had. It had not been pleasant dinner, and he was not going to thank them for disrupting it.
Once back to their rooms, Itachi locked the outer door. He didn’t imagine the girls from dinner would have a key, and if they did, they sure as hell better not enter his room. He would not be held accountable for their deaths. Kisame could fool around all he liked, even if it stirred a rage in Itachi the Uchiha didn’t quite understand. That didn’t mean Itachi himself wanted any part of the foolishness.
When Itachi clicked the lock shut on the door, Kisame was fully awake in his closed off room on his futon, and he smiled to himself. Seven days in the forest, watching Itachi, Kisame had come to the conclusion that his boy was now a man. And kami, what a man he’d become. Kisame wanted to pound him into the nearest tree, and he figured with as apathetic as Itachi was, he’d probably have let Kisame do anything he wanted to him…
But Kisame was no rapist, and Itachi meant too much to him to just slam him up against the nearest flat surface and pound the hell out of his beautiful body. Kisame closed his eyes and imagined each position in Icha Icha Paradise, complete with Itachi beneath his cobalt skin, moving, writhing, moaning for him. Kisame growled as he grew hard against his own naked belly, and he shifted to his side, his back to the sliding rice paper door.
Itachi had no idea what he subtly did to Kisame’s body, setting him aflame with his graceful steps, his beautiful fighting techniques. Kisame closed his eyes to the room and tried to imagine something not so arousing. Even if Itachi had locked the door… it didn’t mean he was going to come to him! Kisame growled and sat up on the futon, glaring down at his arousal, tenting the silk blankets and sheets.
Itachi paused in the center of the main room and glanced toward Kisame’s sleeping room. He doubted his partner was asleep yet, but he still had no reason to bother him. Despite the slight urge to go and peek in at him. Something about the way those girls had behaved at dinner still lingered in his mind. As if trying to understand the need to taste what they tasted. As if Kisame was some rare delicacy that needed his attention.
The Uchiha decided he was finally going insane. The shark-like nin had finally driven him completely and irreparably out of his mind. To think that he, Uchiha Itachi, was suddenly feeling curious and aroused by his partner. He turned his lip up in slight disgust and stalked into his own room. It had to be insanity. That was the only explanation . . . Wasn’t it?
The dark-haired man quickly readied himself for bed and laid down. He didn’t take long to realize that he was not going to just fall into a restful sleep. Images from that cursed book Kisame had been reading in the bath, and the other man’s questions about his flexibility raged in his mind. Warring with thoughts of those damnable women from dinner sneaking into their rooms and partaking of Kisame’s fantasies with him.
Itachi tossed and turned. Something he never did, and no doubt alerting his partner to his restlessness even so far away.
Flopping onto his stomach with a small grunt, he glared at the wall. Clearly, trying to access the reasoning behind his sudden urge to go to Kisame wasn’t working. Nor, could he fathom why the need was coming about now and not earlier. He had seen women all over Kisame before.
It had to be that damn book and the looks his partner had been throwing him. Like he wanted to eat him alive. Sure, the looks were subtle.
But Itachi knew Kisame well and could read the faintest change in his demeanor or appearance. So naturally, if Kisame was feeling attracted to him, he was picking up on it. And in turn, it was feeding his own sudden attraction to Kisame.
Not that he’d never noticed his partner’s looks.
No, Itachi noticed and took into account everything. Including the large frame and hard muscles hidden beneath soft leathery blue skin. The sinewy way his arms flexed with each movement of Samehada. The way wielding that sword had left Kisame’s shoulders and chest broad and strong. His strong muscular legs, achieved through their travels and the Mist nin’s love of swimming.
Just thinking about seeing all that muscle hidden beneath that cobalt skin . . . Itachi growled.
Great. Now he was hard. Well, harder than he had been. It really looked like there was only one thing he could do, but did he really want to do it? Did he really want to go to Kisame? Kisame couldn’t take it. The tossing and turning in the next room was making him harder and harder until he was standing and clacking the sliding door open. His sleeping pants did absolutely nothing to hide his hard arousal, but he didn’t care.
He loomed over Itachi, and with some satisfaction, he noted that Itachi was wearing the simple yukata without pants that Kisame had given him some time ago to sleep in when it was cold. Kisame nearly tackled Itachi in his bed, ripping away the covers and grasping him about the nape of his neck and lifting him up from his pillow.
With a rustle of silk, Kisame reached down to pull away the belt to Itachi’s yukata; only to find in a flurry of sheets and yukata sleeves that delicate, dark nailed hands were gripping his wrists in a somewhat weak grasp, trying to wrestle him off.
Aside from the sliding of silk, and the rustling of sheets, in the dark of their room, there was their breath, wordless. Kisame’s eyes glowed in the dark at a certain reflection, much like a cat’s, and it could have been startling to anyone else, but he knew for a fact that Itachi wasn’t afraid of him. The wrists were gripping harder and harder until Kisame’s fingers finally grasped the belt on the yukata and tugged it free.
Kisame’s lips met his then, the only whisper falling from his mouth encompassing Itachi’s name in such gentleness that it was near frightening… Even for the Mist nin. The kiss was just a clash of lips at first, and Kisame’s sharp teeth nipped at Itachi’s bottom lip as he wrangled the belt around Itachi’s fighting hands and neatly tied them together.
Kisame’s breath came heatedly against Itachi’s throat as he pushed him down to his back, legs trying to cover the writhing limbs of his partner. Hands restrained above his head, one of Kisame’s blue palms keeping them secure. “’Tachi-kun…” It was breathed… whispered in the silence of the room where only their writhing filled the still of the air.
Itachi struggled weakly one last time, bucking up into Kisame in an attempt to knock him away, before growing lax. His mind was losing its focus and no longer could he reason why he shouldn’t allow his partner to have his wicked way with him. Any concern for what this may or may not do to their partnership fled in the wake of the fire burning across his skin, from where they touched. The all consuming heat of their kiss.
The warm yet chilling breath that ghosted against his neck. This battle was lost before it even began. The Uchiha had stood no chance.
The feel of those large rough hands holding him down, and the feel of that large strong body looming over him, made Itachi’s mouth go dry. His skin flushed lightly in the limited light, barely visible on the soft glow of his pale skin. But, the heat radiated in that flush was obvious to the man holding him down.
As obvious as the hard cock jutting up proudly toward older man. The younger man was helpless against the wave of emotion and lust that ran through his blood at the predatory look in his partner’s eyes. The all consuming hunger that burned within them that could only be fed by his own body.
As Kisame’s hand slid over his chest, Itachi let forth a small gasp. His skin breaking out in gooseflesh at the same moment a shiver of pleasure coursed through him. Licking his lips, he leaned up and met the mouth of the Mist nin in a light but burning kiss. This didn’t satisfy either of them, and he was pleased when Kisame deepened the contact, drawing his tongue across Itachi’s lower lip, before slipping it into the hot recesses of the smaller man’s mouth.
Kisame’s fingers rolled the dusky bud of Itachi’s left nipple between callused fingers while the other held firmly to Itachi’s wrists that were restrained over his head. Kisame’s eyes finally, carefully met Itachi’s, expecting there to be a nightmare waiting for him as his gaze flickered up, but there were only onyx depths, filled with lust. He couldn’t help but feel smug about the flush that was rising on Itachi’s delicate cheeks, and he wanted to gloat over Itachi’s hard cock between them.
Kisame did nothing except lean down and return Itachi’s kiss. “Lift your legs up,” he rumbled against Itachi’s lips, “And wrap them around my hips.” Kisame figured it would probably be a mistake, but he released Itachi’s wrists to reach between them and push down the waist band of his pants to release himself.
The tip of his erection brushed over Itachi’s pale cock, and Kisame groaned as he watching a silvery string connect the tip of his arousal with Itachi’s. The moonlight glinted across them together, and Kisame thought he’d never seen anything as erotic as the contrast of their skin and their heat, bathed in blue tinted light.
His broad, cool hand encircled them both, and slowly, excruciatingly, he began to stroke them, breath coming against Itachi’s throat heavily. “Nnngh. ‘Tachi-kun…” His voice was rough with his passion. There hadn’t been any words exchanged between them, but that didn’t really matter… Kisame had known Itachi for so long and he trusted him with every fiber of his being that they didn’t even needs words to talk anymore.
No. The fact that Itachi was hard and panting for him was more than enough to speak for what Itachi truly wanted.
Kisame’s passion filled voice made Itachi shiver, as much as pleasure filled sounds. And, the feel of that large hand holding him against the other man’s hardness, stroking them together oh so slowly, made him writhe in pleasure. The shift of his hips, though small, dragged his balls against those of the man above him and made his breath catch. He didn’t know what he had expected when Kisame and tackled him, but this wasn’t it. He could never have imagined the sensations coursing through his body, his mind.
He shifted again, harder this time, driving his dripping cock against Kisame’s own and into the slowly stroking hand. The pace Kisame set was torturous, and Itachi felt he might pass out or explode if something more wasn’t done. His breath came in short pants, ghosting over the skin of his partner. He felt a measure of satisfaction as he watched the muscles above him ripple in pleasure.
Eyes dark with his lust, Itachi’s gaze moved over what they could of his lover. Kisame was rough around the edges but very appealing, and now the younger nin wanted to do nothing more than to touch, to taste. Never a man described as being passionate, he felt a fire burning low in his belly and spreading out through the rest of his body as he watched their cocks move together in the tight channel of Kisame’s hand. There were no words to describe the sight of their slick arousals, so different yet so right together, glistening in the moonlight.
A particularly throaty moan from above him caused him to glance from the beautiful erotic sight, his eyes falling onto the Kisame’s throat. He raised his bound wrists, which he’d not thought to move before, and hooked them behind Kisame’s head, pulling that long thick neck down so he could run his tongue up a strong tendon. He wanted to know if he tasted as good as he looked, as good as he smelled.
A soft moan escaped to announce how much he loved the salty unique flavor that was the Mist nin’s flesh. All he could think was that he wanted more. Latching his mouth onto the strong column before him to nibble and suckle at the same time; he tightened his legs around Kisame and shifted his hips to again drive against the larger man, grinding his aching erection and throbbing balls into those of the other man.
Kisame’s mind was quickly falling apart. He wasn’t always logical to begin with, and now, to have the object of his desires writhing beneath him, panting and licking at his neck, like a cat in heat… It was too much for him. Strong, cobalt hands lifted long pale legs up, and resting them on his shoulders, Kisame began to kiss down Itachi’s stomach, releasing their erections and letting Itachi’s slap back against his stomach, a trail and splatter of precum accompanying it.
When he settled into place between Itachi’s legs, the long appendages were raised just enough to bare the secrets to his body to Kisame’s hungry gaze and tongue. He leaned forward, and the moonlight glinted off of his eyes as his long, cool tongue licked a slow, excruciating trail from the base of Itachi’s delicate arced erection to the very tip.
He licked away the precum gently, and then, without preamble, he sucked Itachi down into his mouth, suckling and licking as he moved his lips, careful not to nick the skin with his sharp teeth. As opposed to anyone else’s mouth, Kisame’s mouth was cool, lukewarm and the suction was hard and firm.
The taste of Itachi in his mouth was arousing in of itself, but when he felt the muscles tremble as he violently twisted one of Itachi’s nipples, he groaned around the cock that was sliding against his tongue. God, Itachi was hot. He pulled away, and he took a brief second to think before he was reaching with his long arm and pulling Itachi’s shuriken sack close to him and pulling out the sunflower oil the ninja used to polish his blades.
A sultry glance, and he was sucking Itachi back into his mouth, the vial momentarily forgotten as his blue hands brushed over the lithe body splayed out to him. He ran a broad hand over a thigh and paused to lick a trail down the inner skin, milky white and silky. “’Tachi-kun,” he growled softly. “I’m gonna fuck you till you scream…”
Itachi’s hands fell away from where they had come to rest in Kisame’s hair, his back arching as he tried to place even more of his length into Kisame’s mouth. He actually whimpered when that skillful mouth moved away, fingers gripping hair for a moment before the other man was out of reach. His eyes followed Kisame’s movements, curious what he was up to. Not thinking about more than what was happening to consider what could, would be happening.
But when Kisame spoke, a trace of his early apprehension reappeared and he tensed, eyes widening a degree that only his partner would observe, imperceptible to anyone but someone who knew him that well. He’d given over so much control already. Could he even more? He trusted Kisame, trusted him with his life.
Logically, he knew this was the ultimate outcome of what they were doing. And none of this was having any reaction on his arousal. He was still hard and dripping. He still wanted Kisame.
“Okay . . . “ He spoke softly.
Kisame knew the oil would be needed eventually, but for now… A long, sapphire finger began to rub against the opening to Itachi’s body, as his mouth did wonderfully sinful things to Itachi’s dripping hard cock, tongue swirling around the crown, down the side, tracing the blue veins with the utmost patience.
Then, he licked a gentle line down the sac beneath the jutting arousal. When his tongue reached the delicate star of flesh, he laved across it, his hand going to stroke Itachi’s cock while he pressed his tongue to the most intimate part of his partner’s body. And Itachi was tight. Too tight.
It suddenly occurred to Kisame that he was the only man, the only person to ever do this to Itachi’s body. At least as long as he’d known him… and the resulting satisfaction was instantaneous. He growled possessively and pressed his tongue in deeply, chest twisting in emotional satisfaction as Itachi’s body tensed and trembled.
“There ya go, Itachi…” he looked up with an intent expression, the tip of his finger barely teasing the opening, barely pushing in and pulling back out. “You like this,” he stated. “You want it.”
Itachi groaned, head tossed back. His hands had found their way back to Kisame’s hair, and he trembled at the touches. No one had ever touched him like this. No one had ever been allowed this close. Emotionally or physically.
And Kisame was right, he wanted more.
His hips bucked up into the hand around his cock with a small moan before moving down on the fingertip teasing his ass with a tiny whimper, as though his body couldn’t decide which it wanted more. The heat around him or the teasing touch below him. He wanted them both. He wanted it all. Anything to satiate the heat and lust in his body.
But he would not voice this. It was not his way. No matter how badly the urge to beg may grow. Itachi would never beg. He trusted in Kisame’s ability to understand him and know what he wanted. To read his body and the subtle motions and sounds he made like he could read Kisame’s.
It was obvious to him that Kisame would like to drive into him as badly as he wanted to go slowly. Kisame was open and frank and passionate in all he did. It meant a lot that he was holding so much back for the Uchiha’s sake. It made all Itachi was feeling mean so much more.
And everything that Itachi was feeling translated into words in Kisame’s mind, bright, loud, screaming words. He could hear Itachi’s begging pour into his mind from his actions, and it him so hot that he could feel his body just aching to be inside of Itachi’s tight cavern.
Itachi whimpered. Kisame understood. Oh kami, yes. More! Itachi writhed. Kisame answered by pressing his tongue as deep into his body as it would reach. Itachi moaned and gave Kisame a pointed look. And Kisame…. He knew that look. Right now. Right now. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me right now. It was a look he’d never received before, but now that he saw it, he understood it, clear as a sunny sky.
The oil was grasped in a cobalt hand, and Kisame dripped it over his fingers carefully, trying not to waste what was Itachi’s. He slicked the digits carefully, and he circled the tip of his index finger around the tiny opening, pressing, watching with avid amazement as Itachi’s body opened to allow it access, slowly, smoothly.
Inside, he curled the digit and groaned. Kami, he was so tight that Kisame feared it would be painful for both of them. “Maa, Tachi-kun,” he whispered fervently, “Please relax!”
He was trying. He really was trying. But his body didn’t want to listen to his mind, wanting the intruder inside of him out. Lines of concentration appeared on his face as he tried to force himself to relax. This was Kisame. He would not hurt him. Never. He would do all in his power to prevent anyone from hurting him, just as he always had.
Slowly, his body began to relax, easing the way for the curling finger. And when that finger brushed just the right spot inside, his hips bucked and he gave a small cry. There was more emotion in that one sound than in a month’s worth of words. All directed at the man above him.
Wanting more of that sensation, he moved down on the finger. His cock wept in need, throbbing harder with each movement of Kisame’s finger. And when his prostate was stimulated, more precum oozed from the tip. He burned, yearned for more. His bound hands found his own aching arousal, stroking the length with firm, even, controlled strokes.
The younger man’s breath came in quicker bursts. Licking his lips, he met his lover’s eyes, urging him on.
There was something intensely erotic about watching those bound hands stroke the delicate cock up and down. Kisame’s eyes were hungry, aching, and lusty as he growled deeply at Itachi, his dark midnight water voice carrying through the still sensuality of the room, “I’m going to fuck you,” Kisame promised lewdly, “Deep, slow, and hard. Isn’t that what you want, Itachi-kun?”
His cobalt hands slicked his own erection as he watched Itachi stroke his own, and he added another finger to his movements. Itachi was so tight around his digits that it still concerned Kisame, but the ninja did nothing aside from stretch the muscles and purr soft nothings into Itachi’s ear. He wanted this. More than anything.
The need to simply possess Itachi was blinding.
A third finger pressed into the mix, and Kisame watched in fascination as Itachi’s body relaxed for it and veritably sucked the digits inside into the hot, slick heat, making the older man groan in anticipation. God, it was going to be so damn tight in there. “You’re so tight,” he whispered, leaning over Itachi dominantly.
“You really want my cock in there?”
All Itachi could do was whimper. A needy lust filled sound that begged for what Kisame was offering. His ability to speak had long since been lost to him as the sensations of those rough, skilled hands spread fire through his body. He had never known anything could feel like this. All he could do was give himself over to the larger man. Anything to continue the sweet torture.
The Uchiha’s hands moved in time with the fingers stretching him, lubed by the copious amounts of precum running from his cock. The sight of his lover stroking himself, lubing himself, and knowing that large cock was about to be inside only made more spurt forth. Itachi was slowly but surely becoming incoherent.
And then, the pleasure in his ass stopped.
His eyes snapped up to those of the man above him, glaring and growling despite himself at the loss of what was causing him such ecstasy. Not registering that it was because Kisame was ready to slide into him until he felt the thick head of the other man’s cock at his pucker. The glare softened, and he arched his back moaning deeply, wiggling down against the head of Kisame’s erection. He stroked himself harder, wanting so terribly to feel that thick flesh pierce him, stretch him, fill him.
And in his need, he did one thing he’d never done before. He begged, mortified deep in his mind that he was, but nothing could stop the words coming from his mouth in a husky whisper.
“Please, Kisame . . . Please, fuck me.”
If Kisame thought that watching his fingers disappear into the Uchiha’s body was erotic, he was at a loss for words as he watched his cock disappear into those pale depths. The muscle puckered and relaxed, stretching over the head of his erection, then tightening as the head slid in, making Kisame growl in pleasure. He was so hot inside that it made Kisame’s eyes close in concentration.
Who would have known that the stoic Itachi was so blazing hot inside?
He thrust forward, the young man’s voice pulling at the seeds of control he’d planted inside of himself, making the fruits of those seeds wither away into one, powerful thrust of lust. He slammed forward and hung over Itachi for one, perfect still moment, the moonlight bathing his blue skin as he fought to not just pound the other into the futon. No… he was…
“You’re too good to be fucked, Itachi-kun,” he whispered. “Too good to just get fucked.”
He slammed forward again, but, this time, one hand urged Itachi to wrap his long legs around Kisame’s lover back. Kisame’s hand followed the line of his leg down to his ankle as the thrusts became powerful, vicious, and yet smooth as silk. He leaned down over Itachi’s body, and he covered his lips in a hot kiss, whispering against them.
“Is this good, Itachi-kun? Am I fucking you hard enough?”
Itachi could only nod and moan. His bound hands let go of his length, hooking his bound wrists behind Kisame’s neck and holding him in place. He wanted to taste those hot lips as his body quaked and felt so full. Nothing compared to the feel of his partner deep inside. And having him towering over him, speaking in that deep husky voice, was so alluring. The Uchiha wanted this to last forever.
Meeting Kisame’s brutal thrusts as best he could, his entire body arched up to rub against that of the larger man wantonly. He held him in place as much as his bound hands could, meeting his lips again, sucking on that thick hot tongue in tandem with the way his ass pulled at the thick cock inside. His teeth nipped at the other’s lower lip, rubbing his body into him again with a purr, not realizing he was making the sound.
He groaned, rubbing, practically rutting, against the older man. His head fell back, eyes closed and throat bared to his lover. His mind was reeling with so many thoughts, and they spilled forth from his lips unbidden. Itachi never realizing he was even speaking. “So big . . . You fuck me so well . . . Never want to stop . . . Kami, Kisame . . . “
His words cut off with a sharp cry of pleasure as Kisame angled his hips and the head of his cock pushed against the smaller man’s prostate. “Fuck, yes . . . Do that again,” Itachi commanded, opening his eyes and meeting those of his partner.
Kisame did. Harder. He angled his hips and slammed in, over and over. It wasn’t enough. He had to get closer. He sat back on his heels and then sat completely, pulling Itachi up with him to straddle him, singing his cock deeper, deeper into that pale shivering body, and he relished the soft cry, the shivering of the muscles that the shift in position brought.
He stretched his legs out in front of him, and he grasped Itachi’s hips. “You fit just right in my hands,” he growled. “On my cock.” His tongue flicked out over Itachi’s lips, close to him at last. “And in my mouth.” He began to raise and lower Itachi, building up such a momentum that nothing about it could be considered beautiful or graceful.
Only desperate. Primal. And needy.
As Itachi moved on him brutally, Kisame’s hands wrapped around his lithe, slender body. He drew it against the hard wall of his chest, purring in approval as he felt sharp nails rake over his back from where Itachi’s tied hands were fettered. “When you come,” he whispered as he wrapped a warm, slick hand around Itachi’s slender, elegant arousal, “wanna hear you scream my name, ‘Tachi. Wanna hear you beggin’ for me.”
The Uchiha moved on him and into his warm palm eagerly, feeling close yet stuck on the edge. He wanted his release but he also wanted this feeling to last. His legs tightened around Kisame’s waist, tensing the muscles in his ass tighter as well. The way that thick cock stroked his prostate, filled his insides. He knew that nothing else would ever replace the hard, thick, hot cock spearing him.
Tightening his arms around the thick neck before him, he pinned the hand stroking him between them, rubbing his chest into Kisame’s. His tongue trailed along the thick muscle and tendons hidden under salty, sweat slicked skin. His teeth sank in, barely drawing blood, as an intense wave of pleasure rushed through him.
Licking the love bite, he looked up at his lover, panting hot breath against Kisame’s mouth before meeting those lips with his own. A sudden urge to be free raced through him, and he tugged at his bound wrists. He wanted to touch more of Kisame’s skin, to map out the plains of muscle underneath, memorize it. He grunted from his effort, beyond having any control of his chakra in his lust filled haze.
Unable to free himself, he returned his mouth to Kisame’s throat, sucking and biting and laving the bites with his tongue. His body pressed as close to his partner as possible, as though trying to sink into his skin with him. “Kisame . . . Kisame . . . “ He moaned into the larger man’s ear with each powerful thrust, relishing how the thrusts became more frenzied.
Kisame didn’t want to release Itachi from his bonds. It was symbolic, he supposed. He was the only one who Itachi would allow to bind him at his wrists. Kisame’s lips brushed down over Itachi’s shoulder as the movements got to a brutal pace. He gazed up into those charcoal eyes, and he smiled softly, the odd tenderness almost out of place on his shark-like face.
“Ne, Itachi,” his broad hands smoothed back ebony silk.
“You are beautiful.” It was a moment in time that Kisame realized why they’d been partnered in the first place. Perhaps their Leader knew more about each individual than he let on. Itachi was the ice to cool Kisame’s fire, kept him from burning himself away, and Kisame kept Itachi living. Feeling. Seeing.
“Come,” he bade gently. “Come hard for me, all over my hand so I can lick it off…” His voice was deep, rumbling, positively sinful as his broad hands gripped Itachi’s ass and moved him, harder, harder… Kisame was the one to come first, which wasn’t a surprise in itself. He was always the most eager, the most impatient of the two of them.
He coated the inside of Itachi’s body with his spend, still moving Itachi quickly, his breath exuding from his body in a sweep across Itachi’s ear. “F-Fuck…”
The feel of Kisame’s seed coating his insides was like fire. He’d never felt so hot, so full. And deep in his mind, he hated that it was already over. That his partner had climaxed, and once he had, this moment of oneness would be gone. They’d be back to being Kisame and Itachi. Partners, not lovers. Or so he assumed.
His mind toyed with questions of what this meant for them. How things would or wouldn’t change. Even if only in their own minds. And it worried him, the unknown. He always knew everything. This sense of lost control momentarily ebbed his lust. But, one look at the hand around his cock, the feel of seed in his ass, was enough to send his thoughts back into oblivion.
A few movements from Kisame, strokes at just the right tempo and grip, and the feel of his cock still deep inside, had Itachi’s head falling back. His eyes closed, mouth falling open as a moan of pure satiated lust seeped from deep in his chest and up through his throat. His entire body trembled from it, as his hips bucked of their own accord in his release.
He stayed like that a few moments, unable to think, let alone move. But then something Kisame
said came to mind. Something about licking his hand off. Itachi raised his head slowly and just as slowly opened his eyes. Cool dark eyes watched the large blue man as expectantly as they could in their half lidded state.
The Uchiha had never felt so relaxed, calm, at peace. His mind was lost to him for the time being, and he liked it. To not be burdened by his constant thoughts. His body was at Kisame’s mercy, having gone lax, languid in the older man’s grasp. The only thing holding him upright was his wrists bound behind Kisame’s neck. And he wasn’t moving them anytime soon. He would move, however, to bestow a kiss to Kisame’s welcoming mouth. Tongue seeking that of the other man.
Kisame growled possessively into the kiss, his eyes shutting for a moment before breaking and bringing his own hand to his mouth. He licked away Itachi’s come from his fingers and palm until his hand was clean, eyes never leaving Itachi’s sleepy gaze. He tasted like rain. It was so right for Itachi that it nearly hurt.
He laid Itachi back onto the bed, and he groaned softly as he pulled free of his partner’s body. They really needed to clean up. He groaned again as he reached for a cloth next to the wash basin, and he turned again, looming over Itachi. “Spread for me,” he whispered. “It’s alright.” Kisame always believed that more than the sex, this was the most intimate part. He frowned as he wiped away a bit of blood with the come between Itachi’s legs, and he frowned at him.
“I’m sorry…” He didn’t realize.
But from the sleepy expression on Itachi’s face, it didn’t seem like the Uchiha much cared. Kisame’s hands were achingly gentle as he wiped away the rest of the proof of their sex, and he tossed the cloth away and collapsed next to Itachi, drawing him against his body. “Stop thinking,” he commanded gruffly. “I can tell. You think too damn much, Itachi.”
His fingers stroked through the ebony hair, and for once, he wished Itachi liked to talk. It would have been nice to hear his voice, the smooth velvet of it, running over his senses. But he let it go. Itachi wasn’t a pillow talk kind of guy. Kisame pulled the covers over both of them, and he sighed gently. “Go to sleep. We’ll deal with morning when it gets here.”
It must have been the complete mush his mind had been turned into, but Itachi couldn’t help a small smart-ass remark. “It’s already morning.” If just barely, technically. His voice was slurred slightly, a mixture of the sleep that was claiming him and the lasting effects of their mind-blowing sex. He could feel a giddiness slowly creeping into him, and it was so odd. Yet, it seemed familiar somehow. Like he’d witnessed it before a long time ago.
Sasuke . . .
Now was the perfect time to actually listen to Kisame and stop thinking. He sure as hell didn’t want to think about his brother and ruin what he’d just shared with Kisame. Sasuke didn’t need anywhere near his personal life, especially when he should be basking, as much as an Uchiha basked, in the afterglow of the fucking he’d just received.
Forgetting about his brother, he instead relinquished himself to his feelings, his emotions. A foreign concept, but in this instance it seemed right. The warmth and contentment he never thought possible for him to feel guided him as he curled into Kisame’s side. His head fit snugly onto the large man’s shoulder, and he liked the feel of the other’s heart beating so close to his ear.
The sound of it and Kisame’s breathing.
Sounds that were so very soothing in their rhythm.
Before he knew it was happening, Itachi slipped into sleep. His body and mind completely relaxed and at ease, feeling secure in Kisame’s arms. Safe. No other would have ever received such open trust from Itachi.
And if Itachi ever thought to think about it, no one but he was so trusted by Kisame. And really, when they had no one else in the world, it was good that they had one another like that. Not that Itachi ever thought it, would ever admit it.
All Itachi knew was a peaceful slumber to the sounds of Kisame’s heart and breathing. At that moment, it was all he cared about as well.
Перекладываю с яойгаллери фик - Кисамэ/Итачи, NC-17, авторы: BrucesGirl и Athame
The path had been seven days straight, through a forest with no large bodies of water, and Kisame wouldn’t stop complaining. He couldn’t stand being dirty, being dry, and being hungry. So, he chose a verbal means of expelling the stress. “Maa, Itachi, are we close to a village yet? I’m hungry.” On other times, he relied on the traditional childish, ‘Are we there yet?’ usually receiving no answer…
But that wasn’t a surprise. “Itachi, I’m tired of sleeping on the ground. Even normal shinobi get time off, Itachi-kun.” He shifted his weapon on his back and scowled at the forest floor. “And some miso soup would be nice, and onigiri, the kind with sweet mushrooms in the middle!”
And on and on it went… From day three to seven, Kisame complained. The most poignant of the complaints, of course, was that Kisame needed to get laid. He talked about it nonstop. Breasts. Cock. Ass. Pussy. Anything he could think of. And there was still no answer.
Kisame still wasn’t surprised.
Itachi did his best to ignore his loose lipped companion. He was used to his behavior, after being his partner for so long. Yet, he couldn’t deny the itch he had to drive the larger man’s sword through his skull after four straight days of complaining. Four straight days of some of the most unimportant, asinine things, he was sure, Kisame could think of.
Really, what did he expect him to do about it? Pull a village out of his cloak? All his prattle wasn’t going to change a damn thing. The only thing it served to do was irritate the Uchiha. Not that he could tell.
No, Itachi gave no sign as to what he thought on any of the matters Kisame brought up. Especially not the sex. There were a great many things he never wanted to put too much thought into. And, Kisame’s apparent need to stick his dick in something, or have one stuck in him, was one of those things.
Kisame’s grin behind Itachi got broader as they came to a wide road - a sure sign that a village was near. Walking quietly next to him, listening to the bells tinkle on his hat, Kisame drawled out a question. “Itachi-kun, you need to get laid, too. Every time we buy a whore, she bathes you and feeds you and plays a little music for you, but you never get your rocks off. I’m beginning to think you’re a eunuch.”
Kisame would be the only one who could get away with such impertinence. Not even Deidara, in his infinite expanse of loose tongue, would ever dream of insulting Itachi’s manhood. Kisame droned on about the road, the rocks getting in his sandals, and the how hot the sun was now that they were out of the cover of the trees.
He even complained when they got to the village. “I don’t want to just get supplies and leave! Don’t they have hotels here? Let’s enjoy ourselves for one night at least! Seven nights on the road, and I’m fuckin’ tired!” He was going to complain more, but they came to a stop in front of a beautiful onsen, and his eyes flickered to the back of Itachi’s head, hidden beneath the hat.
“Wha- Are we staying here?”
After the eunuch comment, the need to drive Samehada into Kisame had grown, but no longer was it the shark-like man’s head he wished to plant the massive sword in. No. He wanted to oh so slowly and painfully shove it up the older man’s ass to show him just how much of a man he really was. Though, logically, he didn’t see what doing that proved. He’d seen women who could do the same thing. But, it would make him feel better.
The only obvious solution to his problem of kill Kisame or go mad, was to give his partner what he wanted. Which, if he thought about it, he seemed to do in the long run every time Kisame got like this. And, he never failed to wonder just who it was that was the older of them. The larger man certainly didn’t act his age. Not that many members of the Akatsuki did.
So, once in town, he silently made his way to the onsen they now found themselves standing before. He could feel as much as hear the pleasure and relief from the large man behind him. Quelling the need to roll his eyes at the obvious question, he turned his head to glance back over his shoulder.
“Unless you’d rather not,” he answered with an indifferent tone, as if about ready to walk away and forget he ever considered them staying in the first place.
“No!” Kisame’s shark eyes widened a fraction, if it was possible. “No, this is fine!” He accompanied Itachi through the ordeal of getting room, and he was pleased to see two beautiful women ogling them as they walked down the hall. “Hey, Itachi-kun, they like us. We might get laid for free tonight!”
They were ushered into a suite with two separate sleeping dens and then a living and socializing area between then. Kisame grinned. “This is going to be fuckin’ amazing.” He tossed his hat aside and messily hung up his cloak, leaving him in his nin uniform that hugged his massive body suggestively.
He looked over his shoulder at Itachi, and he paused almost unnoticeably before he started to talk again. “Ne, Itachi. Food, fuck, or bathe first?” He gave it a momentary thought before he decided on the bath first, declaring he smelled like ‘Zetsu’s plant food’, if it even had a smell.
Itachi grunted softly at the absurd question. It didn’t affect him what Kisame did first. All that mattered to him was that it got Kisame out of his hair. He wanted to have one minute of no complaining about absolutely everything there was to complain about. Once the other nin was gone, he suddenly was at a loss of what to do with himself.
He spent so much time growling in his head about how irritating his partner was, that once he was alone and all was silent, he didn’t know what to think or do. Even more irritating than the man himself, was this need to have him take up space in his life. To fill the void of silence and emptiness he felt when the annoying baka was not around.
Deciding he needed a bath, too. He followed his companion, hoping he hadn’t dragged anyone into the bath with him.
Kisame had picked up a book right before they’d reached the onsen… The perverted kind, and he was reading it quietly in the bath, careful not to get the pages wet as he soaked in the hot, steaming water. He turned a page, and his lips quirked up in a lecherous smirk. The door slid open, and his eyes popped up, and the smirk turned into a full out grin.
When Itachi eased himself into the bath, Kisame’s eyes slid open, and he watched appreciatively. He remembered when Itachi hadn’t quite filled out yet, when he was still gangly and kind of skinny. Now, his skin was like ivory stretched over beaten steel, each muscle lithe and perfectly formed.
Next, he met his onyx eyes, not used to seeing him with his hair down over his shoulders. He offered the slightest lecherous gaze and leaned back before grabbing the book and beginning to read some more. “This guy that writes these has one hell of an imagination. Who in the hell thought of doing it in a tree above the ground.” He looked down at the page. “It’s unbelievable!”
“The man that writes those, is the sannin we encountered the first time we tried to acquire Kyuubi.” For some reason, he felt the need to impart the information. Though, why Kisame wouldn’t know that, and why he did, was lost on him. It seemed like the sort of useless information Kisame would store away, while he himself would ignore. This direction in their conversation also deviated from the talk of sexual positions and places to have sex. Really, was sex all Kisame thought about?
Itachi relaxed back into the water and closed his eyes. He had to admit it was nice to relax after traveling for so many days in a row. It was nice to let his mind relax as well. At least the perverted book was good for something. Kisame’s attention was on something other than running his mouth and complaining. Now, if he would just stay silent for the length of their bath.
As badly as he wanted that to be so, he knew Kisame would never go that long without saying something, anything.
“Oh.” Kisame looked at the cover. “He uses a pseudonym.” He went back to reading, but not before muttering, “We really shoulda cut off a few limbs, and we wouldn’t have lost the little brat.” He grumped it, but his eyes were still just barely looking over the top of the book at Itachi
He glanced down at the book and back up.
Down, and back up.
Down, and back up.
Then, he grinned. “Hey, how flexible are you? Think you could do this?” He showed Itachi the picture of a young woman nearly bent in half, legs over her lover’s shoulders as he drove into her pliant body. Kisame waited for the reaction.
Itachi, as unemotional as he was, showed his reactions in subtle ways. Flickers of his eyes, the tilt of his head, the pace of his steps. It was Kisame that knew him so well, and was so protective of him. The Mist nin knew damn good and well that Itachi didn’t need Kisame protecting him, but there was a comfort of their partnership.
A subtle knowledge, that they belonged together.
Kisame didn’t surprise Itachi with the very personal questions about sex. As open and vocal about things as Kisame was, Itachi was silent and closed off. A slight thinning of his lips and shift of his brow was the only indication that any other man would have frowned and acquired a twitch. His eyes barely glanced over the image but they took the entire thing in. Was he to assume his partner wanted him to be the woman? Yes, most definitely any other man would have developed a twitch.
Itachi’s eyes shifted upwards and met those of his partner. They were cool and calm, like always. But the barest hint of danger laid deep in their depths. “Don’t ask stupid questions. It is not a matter of could but a matter of would,” he spoke with a cool, indifferent tone. He then closed his eyes again, as much to shut out the hideous book as to shut out his companion.
Not the brightest decision. The darkness of closing his eyes allowed his mind to wander toward places he would rather it not. Itachi wanted to growl. Where the hell had Kisame picked up that damn book and when? He didn’t think he could overlook something like that.
Kisame, unafraid of the warnings, only shrugged. He leaned back again to continue reading, and every once in a while, his eerie shark eyes would flicker up to Itachi’s face and body, taking in the details. Almost as if he were memorizing each part. The grin was plastered back on his face, and he settled into silence… if not for Itachi’s sake then for his.
Dinner was uneventful except for the women practically draping themselves over a very receptive Kisame. One girl actually wanted to trace the tips of his sharp teeth with her tongue, and he let her, the girl practically humping him in his lap. When they were called away to perform their nightly cleaning duties, Kisame let them go with an invitation to the room, and he smirked at Itachi.
Dinner after that was quiet, not an unusual thing between them. Kisame, for being as rough and coarse as a bandit, had surprisingly delicate, respectful table manners around Itachi, more out of respect than habit. He finished off his cup of tea and thanked the hostesses for his dinner, and he nodded slightly at Itachi as he stood to go to the room. “M’headed to get some sleep before I get visitors.” It was a smirk of absolute sensuality, directed right at Itachi.
Itachi was glad when Kisame finally stopped bothering him with his perverted comments and questions, but the occasional glances were somewhat unnerving for the Uchiha. And he wasn’t one to be unnerved. Especially not by Kisame. He had known him so long, he knew his partner’s thought processes as well as his own. The older man was up to something, and he wasn’t sure he was going to like whatever it was.
The small feat of not smashing his cup to bits in his hand while the little whores, for that’s what they were to Itachi, draped all over his companion grew harder and harder. And when the one little bitch decided to rub herself against the large man while licking his teeth, the black-haired man had to stop himself from growling or becoming violent.
Whether in disgust or anger, he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like Kisame didn’t behave like this on a regular basis when women were around, and often in front of him. Whatever it was, he had to take a firm grasp on his chakra to keep from 1) alerting his partner he was upset, and 2) killing the little minx. His cup literally creaked under the force of his grip.
When the girls were called away, Itachi felt somewhat calmed. They had been annoying in their actions and their noise. Giggling and flirting like a bunch of cats in heat. It was both disgraceful and disgusting. He spent the remainder of dinner relaxing and focusing on anything but Kisame and his insatiable lust.
He watched as his companion stood from the table and simply nodded when the tall man said he was going to bed, steadfastly ignoring the heated gaze Kisame gave him. After a few minutes, he followed himself. Not bothering to thank anyone for anything as his partner had. It had not been pleasant dinner, and he was not going to thank them for disrupting it.
Once back to their rooms, Itachi locked the outer door. He didn’t imagine the girls from dinner would have a key, and if they did, they sure as hell better not enter his room. He would not be held accountable for their deaths. Kisame could fool around all he liked, even if it stirred a rage in Itachi the Uchiha didn’t quite understand. That didn’t mean Itachi himself wanted any part of the foolishness.
When Itachi clicked the lock shut on the door, Kisame was fully awake in his closed off room on his futon, and he smiled to himself. Seven days in the forest, watching Itachi, Kisame had come to the conclusion that his boy was now a man. And kami, what a man he’d become. Kisame wanted to pound him into the nearest tree, and he figured with as apathetic as Itachi was, he’d probably have let Kisame do anything he wanted to him…
But Kisame was no rapist, and Itachi meant too much to him to just slam him up against the nearest flat surface and pound the hell out of his beautiful body. Kisame closed his eyes and imagined each position in Icha Icha Paradise, complete with Itachi beneath his cobalt skin, moving, writhing, moaning for him. Kisame growled as he grew hard against his own naked belly, and he shifted to his side, his back to the sliding rice paper door.
Itachi had no idea what he subtly did to Kisame’s body, setting him aflame with his graceful steps, his beautiful fighting techniques. Kisame closed his eyes to the room and tried to imagine something not so arousing. Even if Itachi had locked the door… it didn’t mean he was going to come to him! Kisame growled and sat up on the futon, glaring down at his arousal, tenting the silk blankets and sheets.
Itachi paused in the center of the main room and glanced toward Kisame’s sleeping room. He doubted his partner was asleep yet, but he still had no reason to bother him. Despite the slight urge to go and peek in at him. Something about the way those girls had behaved at dinner still lingered in his mind. As if trying to understand the need to taste what they tasted. As if Kisame was some rare delicacy that needed his attention.
The Uchiha decided he was finally going insane. The shark-like nin had finally driven him completely and irreparably out of his mind. To think that he, Uchiha Itachi, was suddenly feeling curious and aroused by his partner. He turned his lip up in slight disgust and stalked into his own room. It had to be insanity. That was the only explanation . . . Wasn’t it?
The dark-haired man quickly readied himself for bed and laid down. He didn’t take long to realize that he was not going to just fall into a restful sleep. Images from that cursed book Kisame had been reading in the bath, and the other man’s questions about his flexibility raged in his mind. Warring with thoughts of those damnable women from dinner sneaking into their rooms and partaking of Kisame’s fantasies with him.
Itachi tossed and turned. Something he never did, and no doubt alerting his partner to his restlessness even so far away.
Flopping onto his stomach with a small grunt, he glared at the wall. Clearly, trying to access the reasoning behind his sudden urge to go to Kisame wasn’t working. Nor, could he fathom why the need was coming about now and not earlier. He had seen women all over Kisame before.
It had to be that damn book and the looks his partner had been throwing him. Like he wanted to eat him alive. Sure, the looks were subtle.
But Itachi knew Kisame well and could read the faintest change in his demeanor or appearance. So naturally, if Kisame was feeling attracted to him, he was picking up on it. And in turn, it was feeding his own sudden attraction to Kisame.
Not that he’d never noticed his partner’s looks.
No, Itachi noticed and took into account everything. Including the large frame and hard muscles hidden beneath soft leathery blue skin. The sinewy way his arms flexed with each movement of Samehada. The way wielding that sword had left Kisame’s shoulders and chest broad and strong. His strong muscular legs, achieved through their travels and the Mist nin’s love of swimming.
Just thinking about seeing all that muscle hidden beneath that cobalt skin . . . Itachi growled.
Great. Now he was hard. Well, harder than he had been. It really looked like there was only one thing he could do, but did he really want to do it? Did he really want to go to Kisame? Kisame couldn’t take it. The tossing and turning in the next room was making him harder and harder until he was standing and clacking the sliding door open. His sleeping pants did absolutely nothing to hide his hard arousal, but he didn’t care.
He loomed over Itachi, and with some satisfaction, he noted that Itachi was wearing the simple yukata without pants that Kisame had given him some time ago to sleep in when it was cold. Kisame nearly tackled Itachi in his bed, ripping away the covers and grasping him about the nape of his neck and lifting him up from his pillow.
With a rustle of silk, Kisame reached down to pull away the belt to Itachi’s yukata; only to find in a flurry of sheets and yukata sleeves that delicate, dark nailed hands were gripping his wrists in a somewhat weak grasp, trying to wrestle him off.
Aside from the sliding of silk, and the rustling of sheets, in the dark of their room, there was their breath, wordless. Kisame’s eyes glowed in the dark at a certain reflection, much like a cat’s, and it could have been startling to anyone else, but he knew for a fact that Itachi wasn’t afraid of him. The wrists were gripping harder and harder until Kisame’s fingers finally grasped the belt on the yukata and tugged it free.
Kisame’s lips met his then, the only whisper falling from his mouth encompassing Itachi’s name in such gentleness that it was near frightening… Even for the Mist nin. The kiss was just a clash of lips at first, and Kisame’s sharp teeth nipped at Itachi’s bottom lip as he wrangled the belt around Itachi’s fighting hands and neatly tied them together.
Kisame’s breath came heatedly against Itachi’s throat as he pushed him down to his back, legs trying to cover the writhing limbs of his partner. Hands restrained above his head, one of Kisame’s blue palms keeping them secure. “’Tachi-kun…” It was breathed… whispered in the silence of the room where only their writhing filled the still of the air.
Itachi struggled weakly one last time, bucking up into Kisame in an attempt to knock him away, before growing lax. His mind was losing its focus and no longer could he reason why he shouldn’t allow his partner to have his wicked way with him. Any concern for what this may or may not do to their partnership fled in the wake of the fire burning across his skin, from where they touched. The all consuming heat of their kiss.
The warm yet chilling breath that ghosted against his neck. This battle was lost before it even began. The Uchiha had stood no chance.
The feel of those large rough hands holding him down, and the feel of that large strong body looming over him, made Itachi’s mouth go dry. His skin flushed lightly in the limited light, barely visible on the soft glow of his pale skin. But, the heat radiated in that flush was obvious to the man holding him down.
As obvious as the hard cock jutting up proudly toward older man. The younger man was helpless against the wave of emotion and lust that ran through his blood at the predatory look in his partner’s eyes. The all consuming hunger that burned within them that could only be fed by his own body.
As Kisame’s hand slid over his chest, Itachi let forth a small gasp. His skin breaking out in gooseflesh at the same moment a shiver of pleasure coursed through him. Licking his lips, he leaned up and met the mouth of the Mist nin in a light but burning kiss. This didn’t satisfy either of them, and he was pleased when Kisame deepened the contact, drawing his tongue across Itachi’s lower lip, before slipping it into the hot recesses of the smaller man’s mouth.
Kisame’s fingers rolled the dusky bud of Itachi’s left nipple between callused fingers while the other held firmly to Itachi’s wrists that were restrained over his head. Kisame’s eyes finally, carefully met Itachi’s, expecting there to be a nightmare waiting for him as his gaze flickered up, but there were only onyx depths, filled with lust. He couldn’t help but feel smug about the flush that was rising on Itachi’s delicate cheeks, and he wanted to gloat over Itachi’s hard cock between them.
Kisame did nothing except lean down and return Itachi’s kiss. “Lift your legs up,” he rumbled against Itachi’s lips, “And wrap them around my hips.” Kisame figured it would probably be a mistake, but he released Itachi’s wrists to reach between them and push down the waist band of his pants to release himself.
The tip of his erection brushed over Itachi’s pale cock, and Kisame groaned as he watching a silvery string connect the tip of his arousal with Itachi’s. The moonlight glinted across them together, and Kisame thought he’d never seen anything as erotic as the contrast of their skin and their heat, bathed in blue tinted light.
His broad, cool hand encircled them both, and slowly, excruciatingly, he began to stroke them, breath coming against Itachi’s throat heavily. “Nnngh. ‘Tachi-kun…” His voice was rough with his passion. There hadn’t been any words exchanged between them, but that didn’t really matter… Kisame had known Itachi for so long and he trusted him with every fiber of his being that they didn’t even needs words to talk anymore.
No. The fact that Itachi was hard and panting for him was more than enough to speak for what Itachi truly wanted.
Kisame’s passion filled voice made Itachi shiver, as much as pleasure filled sounds. And, the feel of that large hand holding him against the other man’s hardness, stroking them together oh so slowly, made him writhe in pleasure. The shift of his hips, though small, dragged his balls against those of the man above him and made his breath catch. He didn’t know what he had expected when Kisame and tackled him, but this wasn’t it. He could never have imagined the sensations coursing through his body, his mind.
He shifted again, harder this time, driving his dripping cock against Kisame’s own and into the slowly stroking hand. The pace Kisame set was torturous, and Itachi felt he might pass out or explode if something more wasn’t done. His breath came in short pants, ghosting over the skin of his partner. He felt a measure of satisfaction as he watched the muscles above him ripple in pleasure.
Eyes dark with his lust, Itachi’s gaze moved over what they could of his lover. Kisame was rough around the edges but very appealing, and now the younger nin wanted to do nothing more than to touch, to taste. Never a man described as being passionate, he felt a fire burning low in his belly and spreading out through the rest of his body as he watched their cocks move together in the tight channel of Kisame’s hand. There were no words to describe the sight of their slick arousals, so different yet so right together, glistening in the moonlight.
A particularly throaty moan from above him caused him to glance from the beautiful erotic sight, his eyes falling onto the Kisame’s throat. He raised his bound wrists, which he’d not thought to move before, and hooked them behind Kisame’s head, pulling that long thick neck down so he could run his tongue up a strong tendon. He wanted to know if he tasted as good as he looked, as good as he smelled.
A soft moan escaped to announce how much he loved the salty unique flavor that was the Mist nin’s flesh. All he could think was that he wanted more. Latching his mouth onto the strong column before him to nibble and suckle at the same time; he tightened his legs around Kisame and shifted his hips to again drive against the larger man, grinding his aching erection and throbbing balls into those of the other man.
Kisame’s mind was quickly falling apart. He wasn’t always logical to begin with, and now, to have the object of his desires writhing beneath him, panting and licking at his neck, like a cat in heat… It was too much for him. Strong, cobalt hands lifted long pale legs up, and resting them on his shoulders, Kisame began to kiss down Itachi’s stomach, releasing their erections and letting Itachi’s slap back against his stomach, a trail and splatter of precum accompanying it.
When he settled into place between Itachi’s legs, the long appendages were raised just enough to bare the secrets to his body to Kisame’s hungry gaze and tongue. He leaned forward, and the moonlight glinted off of his eyes as his long, cool tongue licked a slow, excruciating trail from the base of Itachi’s delicate arced erection to the very tip.
He licked away the precum gently, and then, without preamble, he sucked Itachi down into his mouth, suckling and licking as he moved his lips, careful not to nick the skin with his sharp teeth. As opposed to anyone else’s mouth, Kisame’s mouth was cool, lukewarm and the suction was hard and firm.
The taste of Itachi in his mouth was arousing in of itself, but when he felt the muscles tremble as he violently twisted one of Itachi’s nipples, he groaned around the cock that was sliding against his tongue. God, Itachi was hot. He pulled away, and he took a brief second to think before he was reaching with his long arm and pulling Itachi’s shuriken sack close to him and pulling out the sunflower oil the ninja used to polish his blades.
A sultry glance, and he was sucking Itachi back into his mouth, the vial momentarily forgotten as his blue hands brushed over the lithe body splayed out to him. He ran a broad hand over a thigh and paused to lick a trail down the inner skin, milky white and silky. “’Tachi-kun,” he growled softly. “I’m gonna fuck you till you scream…”
Itachi’s hands fell away from where they had come to rest in Kisame’s hair, his back arching as he tried to place even more of his length into Kisame’s mouth. He actually whimpered when that skillful mouth moved away, fingers gripping hair for a moment before the other man was out of reach. His eyes followed Kisame’s movements, curious what he was up to. Not thinking about more than what was happening to consider what could, would be happening.
But when Kisame spoke, a trace of his early apprehension reappeared and he tensed, eyes widening a degree that only his partner would observe, imperceptible to anyone but someone who knew him that well. He’d given over so much control already. Could he even more? He trusted Kisame, trusted him with his life.
Logically, he knew this was the ultimate outcome of what they were doing. And none of this was having any reaction on his arousal. He was still hard and dripping. He still wanted Kisame.
“Okay . . . “ He spoke softly.
Kisame knew the oil would be needed eventually, but for now… A long, sapphire finger began to rub against the opening to Itachi’s body, as his mouth did wonderfully sinful things to Itachi’s dripping hard cock, tongue swirling around the crown, down the side, tracing the blue veins with the utmost patience.
Then, he licked a gentle line down the sac beneath the jutting arousal. When his tongue reached the delicate star of flesh, he laved across it, his hand going to stroke Itachi’s cock while he pressed his tongue to the most intimate part of his partner’s body. And Itachi was tight. Too tight.
It suddenly occurred to Kisame that he was the only man, the only person to ever do this to Itachi’s body. At least as long as he’d known him… and the resulting satisfaction was instantaneous. He growled possessively and pressed his tongue in deeply, chest twisting in emotional satisfaction as Itachi’s body tensed and trembled.
“There ya go, Itachi…” he looked up with an intent expression, the tip of his finger barely teasing the opening, barely pushing in and pulling back out. “You like this,” he stated. “You want it.”
Itachi groaned, head tossed back. His hands had found their way back to Kisame’s hair, and he trembled at the touches. No one had ever touched him like this. No one had ever been allowed this close. Emotionally or physically.
And Kisame was right, he wanted more.
His hips bucked up into the hand around his cock with a small moan before moving down on the fingertip teasing his ass with a tiny whimper, as though his body couldn’t decide which it wanted more. The heat around him or the teasing touch below him. He wanted them both. He wanted it all. Anything to satiate the heat and lust in his body.
But he would not voice this. It was not his way. No matter how badly the urge to beg may grow. Itachi would never beg. He trusted in Kisame’s ability to understand him and know what he wanted. To read his body and the subtle motions and sounds he made like he could read Kisame’s.
It was obvious to him that Kisame would like to drive into him as badly as he wanted to go slowly. Kisame was open and frank and passionate in all he did. It meant a lot that he was holding so much back for the Uchiha’s sake. It made all Itachi was feeling mean so much more.
And everything that Itachi was feeling translated into words in Kisame’s mind, bright, loud, screaming words. He could hear Itachi’s begging pour into his mind from his actions, and it him so hot that he could feel his body just aching to be inside of Itachi’s tight cavern.
Itachi whimpered. Kisame understood. Oh kami, yes. More! Itachi writhed. Kisame answered by pressing his tongue as deep into his body as it would reach. Itachi moaned and gave Kisame a pointed look. And Kisame…. He knew that look. Right now. Right now. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me right now. It was a look he’d never received before, but now that he saw it, he understood it, clear as a sunny sky.
The oil was grasped in a cobalt hand, and Kisame dripped it over his fingers carefully, trying not to waste what was Itachi’s. He slicked the digits carefully, and he circled the tip of his index finger around the tiny opening, pressing, watching with avid amazement as Itachi’s body opened to allow it access, slowly, smoothly.
Inside, he curled the digit and groaned. Kami, he was so tight that Kisame feared it would be painful for both of them. “Maa, Tachi-kun,” he whispered fervently, “Please relax!”
He was trying. He really was trying. But his body didn’t want to listen to his mind, wanting the intruder inside of him out. Lines of concentration appeared on his face as he tried to force himself to relax. This was Kisame. He would not hurt him. Never. He would do all in his power to prevent anyone from hurting him, just as he always had.
Slowly, his body began to relax, easing the way for the curling finger. And when that finger brushed just the right spot inside, his hips bucked and he gave a small cry. There was more emotion in that one sound than in a month’s worth of words. All directed at the man above him.
Wanting more of that sensation, he moved down on the finger. His cock wept in need, throbbing harder with each movement of Kisame’s finger. And when his prostate was stimulated, more precum oozed from the tip. He burned, yearned for more. His bound hands found his own aching arousal, stroking the length with firm, even, controlled strokes.
The younger man’s breath came in quicker bursts. Licking his lips, he met his lover’s eyes, urging him on.
There was something intensely erotic about watching those bound hands stroke the delicate cock up and down. Kisame’s eyes were hungry, aching, and lusty as he growled deeply at Itachi, his dark midnight water voice carrying through the still sensuality of the room, “I’m going to fuck you,” Kisame promised lewdly, “Deep, slow, and hard. Isn’t that what you want, Itachi-kun?”
His cobalt hands slicked his own erection as he watched Itachi stroke his own, and he added another finger to his movements. Itachi was so tight around his digits that it still concerned Kisame, but the ninja did nothing aside from stretch the muscles and purr soft nothings into Itachi’s ear. He wanted this. More than anything.
The need to simply possess Itachi was blinding.
A third finger pressed into the mix, and Kisame watched in fascination as Itachi’s body relaxed for it and veritably sucked the digits inside into the hot, slick heat, making the older man groan in anticipation. God, it was going to be so damn tight in there. “You’re so tight,” he whispered, leaning over Itachi dominantly.
“You really want my cock in there?”
All Itachi could do was whimper. A needy lust filled sound that begged for what Kisame was offering. His ability to speak had long since been lost to him as the sensations of those rough, skilled hands spread fire through his body. He had never known anything could feel like this. All he could do was give himself over to the larger man. Anything to continue the sweet torture.
The Uchiha’s hands moved in time with the fingers stretching him, lubed by the copious amounts of precum running from his cock. The sight of his lover stroking himself, lubing himself, and knowing that large cock was about to be inside only made more spurt forth. Itachi was slowly but surely becoming incoherent.
And then, the pleasure in his ass stopped.
His eyes snapped up to those of the man above him, glaring and growling despite himself at the loss of what was causing him such ecstasy. Not registering that it was because Kisame was ready to slide into him until he felt the thick head of the other man’s cock at his pucker. The glare softened, and he arched his back moaning deeply, wiggling down against the head of Kisame’s erection. He stroked himself harder, wanting so terribly to feel that thick flesh pierce him, stretch him, fill him.
And in his need, he did one thing he’d never done before. He begged, mortified deep in his mind that he was, but nothing could stop the words coming from his mouth in a husky whisper.
“Please, Kisame . . . Please, fuck me.”
If Kisame thought that watching his fingers disappear into the Uchiha’s body was erotic, he was at a loss for words as he watched his cock disappear into those pale depths. The muscle puckered and relaxed, stretching over the head of his erection, then tightening as the head slid in, making Kisame growl in pleasure. He was so hot inside that it made Kisame’s eyes close in concentration.
Who would have known that the stoic Itachi was so blazing hot inside?
He thrust forward, the young man’s voice pulling at the seeds of control he’d planted inside of himself, making the fruits of those seeds wither away into one, powerful thrust of lust. He slammed forward and hung over Itachi for one, perfect still moment, the moonlight bathing his blue skin as he fought to not just pound the other into the futon. No… he was…
“You’re too good to be fucked, Itachi-kun,” he whispered. “Too good to just get fucked.”
He slammed forward again, but, this time, one hand urged Itachi to wrap his long legs around Kisame’s lover back. Kisame’s hand followed the line of his leg down to his ankle as the thrusts became powerful, vicious, and yet smooth as silk. He leaned down over Itachi’s body, and he covered his lips in a hot kiss, whispering against them.
“Is this good, Itachi-kun? Am I fucking you hard enough?”
Itachi could only nod and moan. His bound hands let go of his length, hooking his bound wrists behind Kisame’s neck and holding him in place. He wanted to taste those hot lips as his body quaked and felt so full. Nothing compared to the feel of his partner deep inside. And having him towering over him, speaking in that deep husky voice, was so alluring. The Uchiha wanted this to last forever.
Meeting Kisame’s brutal thrusts as best he could, his entire body arched up to rub against that of the larger man wantonly. He held him in place as much as his bound hands could, meeting his lips again, sucking on that thick hot tongue in tandem with the way his ass pulled at the thick cock inside. His teeth nipped at the other’s lower lip, rubbing his body into him again with a purr, not realizing he was making the sound.
He groaned, rubbing, practically rutting, against the older man. His head fell back, eyes closed and throat bared to his lover. His mind was reeling with so many thoughts, and they spilled forth from his lips unbidden. Itachi never realizing he was even speaking. “So big . . . You fuck me so well . . . Never want to stop . . . Kami, Kisame . . . “
His words cut off with a sharp cry of pleasure as Kisame angled his hips and the head of his cock pushed against the smaller man’s prostate. “Fuck, yes . . . Do that again,” Itachi commanded, opening his eyes and meeting those of his partner.
Kisame did. Harder. He angled his hips and slammed in, over and over. It wasn’t enough. He had to get closer. He sat back on his heels and then sat completely, pulling Itachi up with him to straddle him, singing his cock deeper, deeper into that pale shivering body, and he relished the soft cry, the shivering of the muscles that the shift in position brought.
He stretched his legs out in front of him, and he grasped Itachi’s hips. “You fit just right in my hands,” he growled. “On my cock.” His tongue flicked out over Itachi’s lips, close to him at last. “And in my mouth.” He began to raise and lower Itachi, building up such a momentum that nothing about it could be considered beautiful or graceful.
Only desperate. Primal. And needy.
As Itachi moved on him brutally, Kisame’s hands wrapped around his lithe, slender body. He drew it against the hard wall of his chest, purring in approval as he felt sharp nails rake over his back from where Itachi’s tied hands were fettered. “When you come,” he whispered as he wrapped a warm, slick hand around Itachi’s slender, elegant arousal, “wanna hear you scream my name, ‘Tachi. Wanna hear you beggin’ for me.”
The Uchiha moved on him and into his warm palm eagerly, feeling close yet stuck on the edge. He wanted his release but he also wanted this feeling to last. His legs tightened around Kisame’s waist, tensing the muscles in his ass tighter as well. The way that thick cock stroked his prostate, filled his insides. He knew that nothing else would ever replace the hard, thick, hot cock spearing him.
Tightening his arms around the thick neck before him, he pinned the hand stroking him between them, rubbing his chest into Kisame’s. His tongue trailed along the thick muscle and tendons hidden under salty, sweat slicked skin. His teeth sank in, barely drawing blood, as an intense wave of pleasure rushed through him.
Licking the love bite, he looked up at his lover, panting hot breath against Kisame’s mouth before meeting those lips with his own. A sudden urge to be free raced through him, and he tugged at his bound wrists. He wanted to touch more of Kisame’s skin, to map out the plains of muscle underneath, memorize it. He grunted from his effort, beyond having any control of his chakra in his lust filled haze.
Unable to free himself, he returned his mouth to Kisame’s throat, sucking and biting and laving the bites with his tongue. His body pressed as close to his partner as possible, as though trying to sink into his skin with him. “Kisame . . . Kisame . . . “ He moaned into the larger man’s ear with each powerful thrust, relishing how the thrusts became more frenzied.
Kisame didn’t want to release Itachi from his bonds. It was symbolic, he supposed. He was the only one who Itachi would allow to bind him at his wrists. Kisame’s lips brushed down over Itachi’s shoulder as the movements got to a brutal pace. He gazed up into those charcoal eyes, and he smiled softly, the odd tenderness almost out of place on his shark-like face.
“Ne, Itachi,” his broad hands smoothed back ebony silk.
“You are beautiful.” It was a moment in time that Kisame realized why they’d been partnered in the first place. Perhaps their Leader knew more about each individual than he let on. Itachi was the ice to cool Kisame’s fire, kept him from burning himself away, and Kisame kept Itachi living. Feeling. Seeing.
“Come,” he bade gently. “Come hard for me, all over my hand so I can lick it off…” His voice was deep, rumbling, positively sinful as his broad hands gripped Itachi’s ass and moved him, harder, harder… Kisame was the one to come first, which wasn’t a surprise in itself. He was always the most eager, the most impatient of the two of them.
He coated the inside of Itachi’s body with his spend, still moving Itachi quickly, his breath exuding from his body in a sweep across Itachi’s ear. “F-Fuck…”
The feel of Kisame’s seed coating his insides was like fire. He’d never felt so hot, so full. And deep in his mind, he hated that it was already over. That his partner had climaxed, and once he had, this moment of oneness would be gone. They’d be back to being Kisame and Itachi. Partners, not lovers. Or so he assumed.
His mind toyed with questions of what this meant for them. How things would or wouldn’t change. Even if only in their own minds. And it worried him, the unknown. He always knew everything. This sense of lost control momentarily ebbed his lust. But, one look at the hand around his cock, the feel of seed in his ass, was enough to send his thoughts back into oblivion.
A few movements from Kisame, strokes at just the right tempo and grip, and the feel of his cock still deep inside, had Itachi’s head falling back. His eyes closed, mouth falling open as a moan of pure satiated lust seeped from deep in his chest and up through his throat. His entire body trembled from it, as his hips bucked of their own accord in his release.
He stayed like that a few moments, unable to think, let alone move. But then something Kisame
said came to mind. Something about licking his hand off. Itachi raised his head slowly and just as slowly opened his eyes. Cool dark eyes watched the large blue man as expectantly as they could in their half lidded state.
The Uchiha had never felt so relaxed, calm, at peace. His mind was lost to him for the time being, and he liked it. To not be burdened by his constant thoughts. His body was at Kisame’s mercy, having gone lax, languid in the older man’s grasp. The only thing holding him upright was his wrists bound behind Kisame’s neck. And he wasn’t moving them anytime soon. He would move, however, to bestow a kiss to Kisame’s welcoming mouth. Tongue seeking that of the other man.
Kisame growled possessively into the kiss, his eyes shutting for a moment before breaking and bringing his own hand to his mouth. He licked away Itachi’s come from his fingers and palm until his hand was clean, eyes never leaving Itachi’s sleepy gaze. He tasted like rain. It was so right for Itachi that it nearly hurt.
He laid Itachi back onto the bed, and he groaned softly as he pulled free of his partner’s body. They really needed to clean up. He groaned again as he reached for a cloth next to the wash basin, and he turned again, looming over Itachi. “Spread for me,” he whispered. “It’s alright.” Kisame always believed that more than the sex, this was the most intimate part. He frowned as he wiped away a bit of blood with the come between Itachi’s legs, and he frowned at him.
“I’m sorry…” He didn’t realize.
But from the sleepy expression on Itachi’s face, it didn’t seem like the Uchiha much cared. Kisame’s hands were achingly gentle as he wiped away the rest of the proof of their sex, and he tossed the cloth away and collapsed next to Itachi, drawing him against his body. “Stop thinking,” he commanded gruffly. “I can tell. You think too damn much, Itachi.”
His fingers stroked through the ebony hair, and for once, he wished Itachi liked to talk. It would have been nice to hear his voice, the smooth velvet of it, running over his senses. But he let it go. Itachi wasn’t a pillow talk kind of guy. Kisame pulled the covers over both of them, and he sighed gently. “Go to sleep. We’ll deal with morning when it gets here.”
It must have been the complete mush his mind had been turned into, but Itachi couldn’t help a small smart-ass remark. “It’s already morning.” If just barely, technically. His voice was slurred slightly, a mixture of the sleep that was claiming him and the lasting effects of their mind-blowing sex. He could feel a giddiness slowly creeping into him, and it was so odd. Yet, it seemed familiar somehow. Like he’d witnessed it before a long time ago.
Sasuke . . .
Now was the perfect time to actually listen to Kisame and stop thinking. He sure as hell didn’t want to think about his brother and ruin what he’d just shared with Kisame. Sasuke didn’t need anywhere near his personal life, especially when he should be basking, as much as an Uchiha basked, in the afterglow of the fucking he’d just received.
Forgetting about his brother, he instead relinquished himself to his feelings, his emotions. A foreign concept, but in this instance it seemed right. The warmth and contentment he never thought possible for him to feel guided him as he curled into Kisame’s side. His head fit snugly onto the large man’s shoulder, and he liked the feel of the other’s heart beating so close to his ear.
The sound of it and Kisame’s breathing.
Sounds that were so very soothing in their rhythm.
Before he knew it was happening, Itachi slipped into sleep. His body and mind completely relaxed and at ease, feeling secure in Kisame’s arms. Safe. No other would have ever received such open trust from Itachi.
And if Itachi ever thought to think about it, no one but he was so trusted by Kisame. And really, when they had no one else in the world, it was good that they had one another like that. Not that Itachi ever thought it, would ever admit it.
All Itachi knew was a peaceful slumber to the sounds of Kisame’s heart and breathing. At that moment, it was all he cared about as well.