Fetish

Series: Naruto
couple: Itachi and Kisame
Warnings: Total crack XD , OOC:ness, horrible plot, weird talk and a lot of smut.
NC-17

Summary: What do we get with a mix of Kisame with a dance and photographing fetish, and a horny (in love) Itachi who always gets what he wants? a dancefic gone CRACK!

Disclaimer: I don't own Itachi and Kisame. Poot

The song they dance to:
Darin Zanyar - want ya

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Itachi was sitting in the dark corner of a smoky nightclub, looking at the people passing by with glassy eyes. He had left his Akatsuki cloak home because it always seemed to cause trouble in the close by towns. Tonight he wanted to be anonymous and just enjoy his night off, besides, he had a carefully laid plan in mind. He held his feet on the next chair and sipped his drink lazily.

He was dressed in black leather pants that hugged his hips and ass like a second skin. His chest was covered under a sleeveless leather top that ended just above his abdominals. Under that he had a black mesh shirt that did nothing to cover his lean, muscular body. His hair was tied back with a black leather band and he had a touch of black eyeliner around his eyes, making him look even paler than he was.

His hands were covered in black fingerless cloves that revealed his black, polished nails that he had let grow longer for a while now. He had one single jewellery on, the Akatsuki ring that he never took off. But it suited his attire perfectly anyways.

He played with the straw in his drink before putting the glass back on the table. He leaned back and listened as a new, thumbing song started to play. People started to move on the dance floor, their body movements fitting to the pattern of the music. He relaxed and let his eyes almost close, diving into the music.

He had been slightly lost about what he should do with his life now for some time, after fighting the final fight with Sasuke and realizing that his little brother had truly gotten powerful. They had settled things on the fighting field until Naruto had stepped in and carried Sasuke away. Bloody, of course, Itachi was still a good ninja, even when he had to admit that he wasn’t the best anymore.

Ok, it still stung. But he had decided that he would leave his brother alone, Sasuke had the whole Konoha behind him now that they had gotten together with Naruto who was the Hokage now. Damn. Well, no reason to dwell in the past. He had a new goal: to actually start living himself. That would be an interesting experiment.

His eyes turned to the door as a tall man walked it. The grayblue skinned ninja walked to the counter and waved to the bartender, ordering a drink. He had to wait for a while, but finally he got his drink and turned around on his chair, gazing to the dance floor with bored eyes. Itachi grinned wickedly.

It didn’t surprise him to see Kisame here, actually he was here because he knew his partner would show up, this was his regular place after all.

Kisame wasn’t hard to recognize because of his blue skin, but he blended quite well to the crowd tonight, with his black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt and stylized hair. He nodded to some of the other regulars and stood up, looking for a free chair on the more comfortable sitting area.

He didn’t look to the side where Itachi was sitting in the corner as he walked past him to a free table close to the dance floor. He had no idea his partner was in the nightclub too, it was definitely not a place where you usually ran into Uchiha Itachi.

But this night was different. He had a mission, though this time it was not an official Akatsuki business, it didn’t make it any less important for him. Tonight, he had decided, would be the night when he would finally get his partner to admit that he was lusting for him just as much as he wanted the blue skinned man. They had been working partners for years and it was becoming more and more difficult to deny the feelings they felt for each other.

He refused to admit just how much the sharky man really meant to him until he could get the confirmation that he could get him all to himself. And he would. Uchiha Itachi didn’t take no for an answer when he wanted something.

It did make things a lot easier that he was pretty sure he would get a yes any way, if he just waited long enough. But he was tired of waiting.

A new song started to play once again and the people shifted on the dance floor, some moving to the side and others taking their places. He stared at Kisame as the tall man leaned more comfortably on his couch and sipped his drink.

He had been following Kisame here now for about two months, every single Friday after work when they had a free night, the man left his apartment to come here. He always sat there the whole night, watching the dancing people with unreadable eyes and when the place closed, he went home, alone.

Itachi had never gotten the courage to ask what the hell the sharky man got out of this weird custom of his, but decided to use the custom to finally get his attention. He had noticed that Kisame came here to look at the dancers and that was really the only thing he did. Itachi guessed that any other man would have tried to get someone to go home with them, but Kisame just watched the dancing.

He had come to the conclusion that Kisame must have a dance fetish.

He was always sitting behind those tables that hid the lower parts of his body so he had no idea how excited the tall man actually got about the dancing he watched.

Or maybe he was just weird. Maybe the dancing reminded him of flowing water and soothed him.

Itachi blinked out of his strange thoughts and shrugged. He stopped a waitress that was passing by and asked for the time. It was only 10 pm , so he was in no hurry yet, though, the longer time he had the longer the night would be if his mission would be a success. He didn’t dare to wish for it too much. It could end up into Kisame laughing his ass off and walking home alone. Again. He growled at the thought. Damn it, he would not let that happen, he would rather rape the man himself.

He cleared his throat and decided it would be good for his sanity if he would soon make a move. It didn’t seem to bring any nice thoughts into his mind to just sit here gloomily. Besides, he was receiving so many admirable looks from all around that he doubted the people would let him sit here in peace for long. He did look good. And he knew it. Of course, he was Uchiha Itachi.

He gulped down the last of his drink and stood up, flexing his numbed legs and made the nearest people drool uncontrollably. He headed for the dance floor just as the tunes of a new song started to thunder from the speakers. He grinned under the veil of his black hair as he reached the side of the dance floor.

Deliberately he walked right in front of Kisame, but keeping his back to him at all times to make sure the man wouldn’t recognize him immediately and if he would, he wouldn’t be able to get his attention right away.

Come out and playyyy

Thumb, thumb, thumbthumbthumb

c'mon, move your body
I wanna see you shaking
like that
yeah

Itachi lifted his arms and moved his hips to the sound of the music. His lean body moved in perfect rhythm, his hands folding over his face. He tossed his head to the side and let the hair cover his face as his smirk widened.

woo!

Walk into the party
I can feel your eyes on me as I walk in
let's get this business started
it's time to make my move
you only get one shot

He relaxed and let his body move on it’s own, completely surrendering to the rhythm of the music. His hips flexed as his legs pressed firmly to the ground, he let his hands drop down along his body, touching his chest and stomach. His muscles quivered. ‘Maybe I’m the one with the dancing fetish’ he thought briefly as he moved to the music.

I push up on your body
now I finally have us standin' face to face
away from everybody
I gotta throw a line
to show you what I've got

The people danced around him, but they were also moving a little further away to be able to see him. He knew he looked good, how could he not. He licked his lips and opened his eyes to reveal the red sharingan swirls. He was still smirking and could imagine that he looked like a let-loose demon with the body of a corrupted angel. Suddenly he turned around, moving his legs and hips and lifting his face up

I say shorty here's my cue
cause I just had to talk to you
and I can tell you want it too
I said I need to get with you

Kisame was staring straight into his eyes. Kisame’s eyes were wide and shocked and his mouth was hanging slightly open. Itachi let his hands wonder along his loin and hips, biting his lip softly as he stared into the shark mans eyes. His hips never stopped moving.

Kisame swallowed, not moving his eyes from him for a second.

boy, it's goin' down tonight
I'm gonna make you mine
can't you see I want ya, I want ya

I've been checkin' you all nite
so what's the point of lying
now can't you see I want ya I want ya

He reached his fingers to point at Kisame. Itachi tossed his head from side to side, and then met the heated eyes again over the crowd. ‘I want ya’ his eyes said and finally he whispered the words out ‘I want you.’

Kisame moved slightly. It looked like he was uncomfortable even at his very comfortable couch. Itachi smirked.

now I can be committed
I'll work that body like a nine to five
I might as well admit it
and as I grab your hips
I watch you lick your lips

He was singing the words to the shark man, letting his red eyes capture his. Kisame looked like he was about to cream his pants. He probably was.

You know I'm about to kiss you
can't wait to taste the honey from the hive
to think I almost missed you
and now I'm standing here about to
cash my chips

Itachi winked and beckoned Kisame to come to him with a slight flicker of his finger. He turned around again, throwing a heated gaze at the man behind his back.

He groaned as he was suddenly pushed slightly towards. He felt strong arms slide down his sides and then a warm breath ghosted over his ear.

“I hope you are not kidding with me, because I don’t think I can leave this place without you tonight.” Kisame purred into his ear.

Itachi turned around, plastering his body tightly against the taller mans and lifted his hands onto Kisame’s shoulders.

I say shorty here's my cue
cuz I just had to talk to you
and I can tell you want it too
I said I need to get with you

He was about to burst into laugher at the look on Kisame’s face as he called him shorty. But when he slid his hands onto his chest and grabbed the shirt into his fist, pulling the big man closer, Kisame looked like a big dog (shark) in heat. He panted slightly as he thrusted his hips against Itachi’s stomach. The smaller man gazed into his eyes under his slightly damp hair and grinned.

Boy, it's goin' down tonight
I'm gonna make you mine
can't you see I want ya, I want ya

I've been checkin' you all nite
so what's the point of lying
now can't you see I want ya I want ya

As the words sank in, Kisame groaned, pressing himself tighter against Itachi. The pale man pushed him away so he could still dance and moved his hips against Kisame’s, taking the shark mans hands and pressing them on his ass.

yay
ooh boy, I think its time we get together

thumbthumb thumbthumb thumbthumb

Itachi thrusted against Kisame in the time of the heartbeat heard from the loud speakers. He heard Kisame groan loudly into his ear and the mans blue hands squeezed his ass firmly, pulling him closer against his heated groin. He could clearly feel the mans huge erection pressing against his lower stomach and leaned his forehead against Kisame’s shoulder, lifting his hand to grip his hair.

now everybody dance
c'mon c'mon c'mon
gonna make you mine

boy, it's goin' down tonight
I'm gonna make you mine
can't you see I want ya, I want ya

I've been checkin' you all nite
so what's the point of lying
now can't you see I want ya I want ya

The music slowly faded away and a new, slower song started to thrum over them. Kisame was still holding Itachi tightly from his ass and Itachi panted against him. He turned his head slightly, looking up with a confident smirk. Kisame leaned down and kissed him heatedly, purring against his lips. Itachi closed his eyes and enjoyed the bigger mans taste, sliding his hands up his arms.

“Want to move back to your couch?” he smirked, panting as they broke off the kiss.

“I don’t think the couch will be enough.” The shark man growled into his ear, thrusting against him and moving his hands on his back possessively,

People were throwing lustful gazed at Itachi behind Kisame’s back but he ignored them completely, he was only interested of this man he felt against him.

*~*~*

They were out of the nightclub before Kisame even realized it. Itachi had taken his hand and dragged him out of the nightclub and to an empty alley just around the corner. He pushed the bigger man against the wall of the building and gave him a passionate kiss while pushing his leg between his legs.

Then he pulled his face away from Kisame’s grasp, leaving him panting heavily. He reached for his hand and dragged him to the mainroad again. He groaned as his tight leather pants rubbed against his erection, but walked without a word.

Itachi walked for a few streets before pulling him aside again, kissing and purring into his mouth, pushing him tightly against the wall. He reached for the big man’s shirt and pushed even closer, lifting his other leg around Kisame’s thigh. The larger man gasped and then they were running.

They reached his townhouse within minutes, having walked as fast as they could, and feeling as uncomfortable as possible. Kisame opened the door and let Itachi walk past him inside. Itachi had never been in here. Kisame seemed to appreciate his privacy and he had never dared to ask if he could visit.

His hall was wide and full of photos, featuring different views of the ocean. Itachi’s eyes stopped to a photo of himself. It was obviously taken in secrecy, without him knowing it. In the photo he was staring to his left, leaning to a table and biting his nails?! He wanted to rip the photo down from the wall, but he soon realized that it was the only photo with any people. A slight blush formed onto his cheeks. He moved his eyes to Kisame, who was behind him, staring at his back quietly.

He pointed to the photo without a word but got no answer. Instead Kisame took a sudden interesting to his shoes and getting them off from his feet. Itachi frowned but decided to ask about it again, with better time. He could have asked for a photo. With no nailbiting.

Now that they were there, he had absolutely no idea what to do or say. He had formed his plan very carefully and had been pretty sure it would work too, as it had. But he had not thought about what would happen after the club scene. He had expected Kisame to rip his clothes off and fuck him senseless so he wouldn’t have to think, but here they were and Kisame was just staring at the wall quietly, waiting for Itachi to say something.

It would have been easier if the shark man would have just dragged him in like a caveman and have his way with him. Then he could have had answered properly. Uchiha Itachi was a good lover. He was good at everything he did. And of course he had practised so he could never be called a bad lover. That would ruin his perfect image. But talking or staring at the walls? This was getting him nervous.

He glanced at Kisame as he tossed his shoes off. The blue skinned man looked nervous. He had stuffed his hands into his pockets and he had a slight frown on his face, like he was thinking hard. Itachi had to smile. Only slightly and in secrecy, but still, how could he not smile, looking at the tall man. Kisame was tall and muscular, his body was close to perfection, all firm muscle and soft, blue, exotic skin. Suddenly he wanted to touch his gills.

Touching him lead to other thoughts. Much more interesting ones, that made him finally step closer to the man and openly stare at him. He wondered what he was thinking. Itachi was imagining Kisame naked. He suspected Kisame could see him undress him with his eyes, but couldn’t help it. He chuckled slightly.

Kisame frowned, opening the door to a long hallway and brought Itachi back from his musings. They stared at each other for a long time without saying a word. Kisame had a strange look on his face that made Itachi cock his head and shoot his eyebrows up.

“Is this real?” The blue man asked, scrubbing his neck nervously. Itachi smirked and nodded, leaning his side to the wall.

“…Because this is like a scene from my biggest fantasy. So I really can’t be sure. Am I drugged and actually lying somewhere being tortured?” He laughed nervously, walking in from the door, he headed to the freezer, opened the door and closed it, leaning his back to the door as Itachi followed him with his gaze and finally stepped in from the kitchen door.

Kisame squeezed his hands into fists on his sides. He obviously had no idea what he was supposed to be doing. Itachi chuckled, wondering if he should keep up his cool-bastard mask or finally toss his pride away and get what he wanted. He chose the option that pleased him more and walked to Kisame, reaching for him and pulling him down, giving him a mind-blowing kiss.

“You’re in my fantasies too” He whispered against the blue, soft lips. Kisame’s eyes were huge. “So this really is a dream?” Kisame asked, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

Itachi smiled and shook his head. “No.”

Kisame slowly lowered his face to look at Itachi. He looked like a teddy bear (a sharky teddy-bear), grinning widely, revealing all his sharp teeth. Itachi ran his tongue along his lips and sucked his lower lips, making the man groan.

Kisame answered the kiss slowly. “Look, I really want this to happen too, but are you sure what you’re getting into?” was whispered against his lips and then Kisame buried his face against the nape of his neck, nibbling slightly at his skin.

Itachi gasped and rolled his hips forward. The tight leather pants didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore, though they had been very effective. He hmmmm’ed and hugged Kisame. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, but you’re small. And I’m huge. “ His voice faded away. Itachi frowned and stepped away.

Kisame was slumped against the freezer door, his hands hanging on his sides. “So what? Are you trying to make me feel inadequate?”

“No, I didn’t mean that.”

“So what then?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“Kisame, shut up. I have high pain endurance.”

“Not that high”

“Now you’re over exaggerating, are you trying to get rid of me?” He growled, stepping a step back and folding his arms on his chest.

Kisame looked pained and stepped up to him with one long step. “I definitely don’t want to get rid of you. You have no idea how many times I’ve hoped this would happen. But in my dreams I don’t have to worry about hurting you.”

“Don’t try to bullshit me about your size.” Itachi frowned.

“You don’t get it! I can’t hurt you.” The big man threw his arms around and then slumped again, staring at the floor.

Itachi was getting angry. He was not a damn helpless virginboy who couldn’t handle a little pain. He wanted Kisame, no matter how fucking painful it would be, who cares about pain anyways, life was pain. He poked the taller man on the chest and made him look him into eyes.

“What the hell is your problem? You’ve never been worried about me in our assignments. So why this now?”

“Work is different. It’s something I can’t change. This is personal, I can’t stand the thought of ever hurting you.”

Itachi had to smile, but he was still angry. No matter how much Kisame cared for him, he shouldn’t treat him like a child with no mind of his own.

“Shut the fuck up already, idiot.” He growled as the man looked at him with defeated eyes.

Kisame fell silent and was about to walk out, when Itachi stopped him with his hand, pushing him back against the freezer.

“If you really care for me, then you should know me well enough to know that I’m not going to stop here.” He grinned. Kisame stared at him, a look of horror rising to his face. He was in trouble.

He lowered his head and reached for the zipper for his top, pulling it open and off, tossing it to the floor. The mesh shirt soon followed it and then he was unbuckling his belt. Kisame stared at him quietly. Itachi looked back from under the veil of his black hair. He could see the shark mans erection trough his pants.

He opened his own pants and pulled them down, stepping out of them. He was completely naked if you don’t count the gloves he was still wearing. He reached for his wrist and pulled one off, then the other. He looked up at Kisame with questioning eyes.

“Are you still going to push me-?” He stopped short by the look on Kisame’s face. The shark man looked so painful, almost tortured. He reached for Itachi’s cheek and stroked his skin with his thumb softly.

“I do want to push you.” the man whispered, looking far too serious for the jest. Itachi chuckled and leaned against his hand.

“I’m not stopping you.”

Kisame attacked him like a hungry shark, driving him against the far wall of the kitchen and kissing him painfully hard, scraping him with his sharp teeth. Itachi growled and scraped his back with his long nails.

He purred into Kisame’s neck as the man embraced him, licking and sucking and biting his skin as his hands wondered all around his naked body.

He lifted the taller mans face to kiss him hungrily on the lips, grounding his hips against him. He growled as Kisame thrusted so powerfully against him that he fell flat against the wall. He hoped the wall would be a bit softer against his naked back.

“Do you have a bedroom?” He asked Kisame, tugging at his hair to get his lips away from his long enough to talk. The sharkman stared at him for a little while, then smiled sheepishly, pulling them away from the wall and carrying Itachi to the bedroom on his lap.

Blue walls, more photos of the ocean and him, photos of Itachi, this time taken behind some bushes. He was practising in one photo, in the other he was lying on his back and sleeping. Damn stalker. Kisame let him get to his feet on the bed. Waterbed. Go figure. He chuckled.

Before the sharkman could step away, he pulled him closer again, resuming their kiss and pulling Kisame down with him until the big man was hovering over him. He looked nervous.

“You have too much clothes on.” He said seriously, starting to rip the shirt off from the blueskinned man. Kisame blanched and sat on his knees.

“Wait.”

Itachi groaned and flopped his head against the mattress, making the bed wave. “What now? You are really trying to kill the mood?”

“The mood?” His eyes went wide “Oh… the mood. You’re that horny?”

“I thought that that was pretty obvious. How long have you been this dense?”

“The fact that you are naked and lying on my bed is making my brains shut down.” The big man mumbled, scratching at his neck. Itachi stared at him.

“So you do feel attracted to me to some extend?”

Kisame coughed and looked around, his eyes swept over a photo frame on his nightstand featuring another picture of Itachi sleeping. He looked so innocent in the photo that Itachi wanted to rip the photo into pieces, no pictures like that should never be taken of him.

His eyebrow twitched. “So, why are you still sitting there?”

Kisame looked panicked and jumped up, tossing his shirt off so hastily that it almost ripped in half. Itachi smirked. The tall man was opening his pants by the time he seemed to realize what he was doing and stopped. Itachi frowned. “Oh COME ON! I was enjoying the show.”

Kisame actually blushed slightly, getting a strange shade of purple onto his cheeks.

Itachi glanced to the side and got an interesting idea, smirking like a predator from the bed. Kisame flinched. “You’re not going to kill me?”

Itachi chuckled and rolled onto his stomach. “No… well, unless you die of blood loss or horniness. I’m going to make you suffer.”

“I still don’t get it why you are hesitating. We both know we want this.” He leaned onto his elbow and slid his other hand along his stomach, lower and lower. He gasped as he reached the tip of his erection that was lying against his stomach, though it was dangerously fading now that things seemed to be stuck.

Kisame stared at him shamelessly but didn’t answer his question. He slowly backed closer to his closet and opened it. Itachi was stretched on his side, his hand slowly playing with his erection, his finger sliding up and down. His eyes were fixed on Kisame.

“I want you.” He whispered with the sexiest voice he could. Kisame moaned and fell against the closet.

“What are you doing there on the other side of the room? I want you… here.” Itachi whispered, licking his lips and slowly getting up to his knees, moving like a panther.

He crawled to the edge of the bed and rose onto his knees, leaning backwards and tossing his head back. “I want you now.” He sighed before turning his eyes back to Kisame who was now slumping on the floor. Holding a camera. Oookay.

Itachi didn’t flinch. If Kisame wanted more photos, he would get more photos! And if he would ever find out that Kisame had shown these photos to anyone, he would kill them all. Painfully.

“Mmm, kinky.” He chuckled as he turned slowly around, revealing his ass to Kisame (and the camera). He heard a snap and the flashlight flashed. He glanced behind, looking straight into the camera as it flashed again. He stretched, purring and leaning onto his hands as his back bend and he lifted his ass. He heard a loud groan behind and smirked. The flashlight went off again. He buried his face against the sheets and lowered himself slowly against the bed, then lifting his ass up again, slowly starting to thrust his hips against the sheets. This time he heard a whimper and then a flash lighted the room again.

“If you are going to keep on taking those photos, I’m going to finish by myself.” He gasped out. It was silent for a moment and then the bed moved. Kisame was behind him. He didn’t touch but the flashlight flashed again. Itachi reached for his organ and started to slowly pump up and down, groaning loudly.

“Hurry up Kisame.”

He felt a hand on his hip and he had to stop as it held him too tightly to move. He turned his face around. His cheeks were slightly flushed and he was panting lightly. Kisame was looking pale and his eyes glowed strangely. He was still holding the camera on his other hand. Soon he pushed Itachi so he had to turn around onto his back. He let go of his cock and relaxed, looking at Kisame as the flash lit the room again.

Itachi sat up and reached for the mans face, pulling him close until he was on top of him, straddling his naked hips. Kisame still had his pants on. Itachi attacked his neck, biting him so hard that Kisame yelped. He reached for his buttocks and squeezed the firm globes into his hand, feeling how he flexed against him. He thrusted his hips up to meet Kisame’s and felt his hardness against his. He searched for his hand that was still holding the camera and took a firm hold of it, turning the camera to face them and pressed the button. The flash went off. Kisame’s eyes widened and he pushed away. “What was that?”

“I wanted something for myself too.” Itachi smiled. This time Kisame’s eyes almost popped out. He had never seen such a smile on Itachi’s face. He looked gentle and happy. His eyelids were half closed. He looked so damn sexy that Kisame growled, kissing him so hard that the mattress around them sloshed and they sank deeper into it. Itachi locked his hands behind Kisame’s head, keeping him close and kissing him back as deeply as he could.

He didn’t care that the mans sharp teeth were scraping his lips and tongue again, he just purred as he tasted the blood. Then something snapped, he had gotten enough of this teasing. He reached for Kisame’s pants, starting to pull them down, lifting his legs onto his sides. He felt the man’s cock pressing against his lower stomach and slipped his hand under his boxers. He massaged his ass and pulled him harder against him. Kisame lowered his face into the nape of his neck and started breathing harder.

“You’re not going to cum like this?” Itachi stopped “Damnit Kisame, don’t play with me. I want you inside me.” Kisame froze. And didn’t move. And didn’t talk. Just laid there like a popsicle. A very hot, damn big and hard popsicle.

“I really want you, but I don’t want to fuck with an idiot. What’s going on, you’re acting really weird”

His insult seemed to melt the popsicle. Kisame frowned, lowering his face onto Itachi’s chest.

“Do you have any idea how fucking incredibly sexy you are? I’m still thinking that I must be dreaming, this can’t be happening to me. You have filled the entire collection of my fantasies tonight like you could read my mind. I’m afraid to move an inch or do anything or you will leave and laugh at my face, telling that this was all just some big joke.”

“Kisame.” Itachi sighed “I would have left already if I didn’t like you so damn much. But I’m still here even though you’ve acted like a complete moron all night. What’s wrong?”

The tall man was quiet for a long time, then sighing loudly. “Immavrnn” he mumbled against Itachi’s chest. Itachi frowned and pulled his hair“What?”

He blinked when he saw the look on Kisame’s face. He looked completely miserable and his cheeks were flaming red. “What?” He repeated. He was about to go crazy with this guy. No matter how much he tried, this night seemed to be a complete failure.

“I’m a virgin.” He heard Kisame whisper just loudly enough for him to hear. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. “Wha-what?”

“You heard me. Don’t make me repeat myself. I’m acting like an idiot because I’m nervous and don’t know what I’m suppose to do.”

“You’ve never…?”

“No... I mean, I’ve kissed and fondled some chicks. But they were all kind of freaked out about it and it didn’t feel good to go any further when they were so scared so I’ve never…”

“You’ve never had sex?”

Kisame looked away. “I’m a professional ninja. I’m good at fighting and stuff. But this is…” His voice faded away.

Itachi was stunned. He had prepared himself to be turned down. He had waited for the sharkman to make some stupid excuse. Anything but this! The back of his head hit the sheets and made the bed slosh. “Do you still want me?” Kisame asked, looking very, very nervous. He was lifting himself up. Itachi stopped him hastily, keeping him down by holding his shoulders in a tight grip.

“Look. I’ve tried to get you to fuck me at least ten times tonight. I’m not about to push you away now.” He smirked. “Just… you better last more than two seconds, even if it is your first time.”

“I can hold myself longer. I have mastur-“ Kisame’s eyes went wide as he realized what he was just about to say. Itachi burst into laughter. He nodded approvingly. “So you do know what you’re supposed to do then?” He chuckled.

Kisame frowned with a red face. He thrusted against Itachi’s thigh. The smaller man grinned at that.

“A little higher and it will actually go in.” Kisame had to laugh at that too. The laughter seemed to break the tension and he sighed heavily.

“I want you so much that it hurts.”

“Then what the hell are you waiting for anymore?”

Kisame packed up and turned his back on Itachi. The smaller man stared at his back, his brain yelling ‘WHAT NOW?’. He groaned. He heard Kisame opening his nightstand. Then he turned back. “Is this ok?” He waved a tube of lube in his hand.

“What are you doing with that if you’re a virgin?”

Kisame looked embarrassed. “I bought it once we were on an assignment and was going to get the courage to ask you to-” He mumbled. Itachi cocked his eyebrows and rose to lean on his elbows.

“How long ago was that?”

“A few years.”

“A few years?”

Kisame nodded.

Itachi growled and kicked him to the floor. Kisame stared at him with wide eyes as he reached for him, pulling him closer to the bed as he snatched the lube from his hand and popped it open. The big shark eyes stared at him as Itachi sat to the edge of the bed, right in from of Kisame. The mans eyes were on the same level as his cock.

“Get on your knees.” Itachi ordered. Kisame blinked. “What, you don’t mean that you’re going to-!?”

“No, get on your knees so you can finally fuck me, I can do a lot for you, but that I can’t do.”

Kisame rose onto his knees and watched as Itachi leaned back on the bed, lifting his legs to the edge so his ass was over the edge.

“On a plate for you.” He laughed and reached between his legs behind his back, lifting his ass and other leg enough to reach in. Kisame moaned as Itachi pushed a finger into himself, starting to thrust it in and out. The big man grabbed his thighs and spread his legs more. Itachi’s head fell back and he moaned. His cock hardened against his stomach. Kisame answered his moan with his own.

“Get those fucking pants off.” Itachi whispered as he kept fingerfucking himself. Kisame’s eyes were fixed on his fingers as he pushed another one in. He obeyed, pushing his pants down without once turning his eyes away. Itachi turned his eyes to Kisame and soon the sharkman noticed the stare, starting to stare back. Itachi’s face was starting to turn slightly pink and his mouth was hanging open, he let out huffs or air, his eyes fluttering closed and open.

He pulled his fingers out and squeezed more lube into his hand, reaching up. “Come here.” He whispered, reaching for Kisame. The big man came closer until he was on top of him, his cock pressed against Itachi’s thigh. Itachi reached for him under his ass and spread the lube all over his cock.

“You are fucking big!” He chuckled. “So be careful at first. You’re going to split me in two if you just start thrusting in.”

Kisame listened carefully and nodded his approval. He was positioned against Itachi’s entrance that seemed way too tight to ever fit all of him in. He pushed onwards. Itachi gasped. The muscles gave in and the head of his cock plunged in with a pop. Itachi was panting, his face towards the ceiling.

“You ok?” Kisame asked with a muffled voice. Itachi nodded and smiled lightly, blowing air out. “Go on.”

He pushed in, sliding slowly deeper into the tight, pale body. Itachi’s muscles flexed around him as he tried to adjust to the enormous size. He let out a small whimper as Kisame was about halfway in. The shark man froze.

“Is this hurting too much?”

“No. Ah, I’ve never been this full.” The smaller man gasped. Kisame reached for his stomach and Itachi took his hand into his. He squeezed it. “Move.”

Kisame pushed in. Soon he was fully sheathed inside Itachi’s ass. He looked up at Itachi and to his horror found two red eyes looking up at him.

“Does it hurt that much?”

Itachi shook his head and smiled, his lips twitching. “No. It feels a bit too good.”

“Too good?”

Itachi nodded again, moving very slightly against him and moaning, his eyes turning around in his head. His cock twitched. Kisame whimpered.

Then he pulled out and immediately thrusted back in, slowly. Itachi yelped, his legs jumping from the edge of the bed and he squeezed his hand tightly.

He let out the most sexy moan Kisame had ever heard and it was hard not to just start thrusting in with all the power he got. Itachi was so tight. He reached for Itachi’s leg and folded his hand under him, lifting the leg onto his shoulder, pulling out and burying himself back in, this time faster and with more force.

He moved their position, Itachi moving slightly onto his side so he was more comfortable. As Kisame pushed in for the third time, Itachi’s back suddenly arched and he yelled out

He tried the same angle again and Itachi’s hands flew to the sheets. He started to push back against his cock, impaling himself harder every time. He mewled helplessly, his eyes closed and his mouth open. Kisame felt like screaming because it felt so good. And looked so good.

He had never seen this submissive side of his partner. Lover. His lover. He had to smile and push a bit harder to make the man yell out again. Itachi was falling onto his stomach, his hands not holding him up anymore. He slumped against the bed, breathing raggedly, pushing back and burying his face into the sheet. He was bending into a position that must have been unpleasant.

Kisame pulled his cock out and grabbed Itachi’s waist, letting go of his leg. He pulled him down from the bed, seating him on his lap and without a warning, impaled him again. Itachi pulled the sheet with him, now thrusting heavily against him with every single push. His legs were sprawled on both sides of Kisame’s, hands squeezing the sheet and the beds edge as Kisame held him up from the waist.

The pale man grunted, pushed and yelled. He reached for his erection, starting to pump it furiously. Kisame listened to the smacks as flesh met flesh. Itachi was so close, his inner muscles tightened painfully around him, practically milking the sperm out of Kisame.

He cried out as his orgasm exploded his mind and body so suddenly. He squeezed Itachi’s waist tightly and the man howled, his cum splashing against the edge of his bed.

He thrusted in a few shallow thrusts, his whole body shaking from the power of his orgasm. His mind was mush. He couldn’t think straight. He tried to come down from the high, slumping onto the floor and pulling Itachi into his lap. The man gasped but let him pull him closer. They both panted heavily.

Soon Itachi turned his head slightly to look at his face. He was grinning a sated, tired grin.

“Not bad. For a virgin.” He chuckled. Kisame laughed tiredly, hugging his slender waist. Itachi gasped again, shivering slightly.

“You really are big.” He whispered. Kisame realized he was still sitting inside Itachi, but didn’t actually want to move. He squeezed the man tighter into his lap, making him gasp and shiver again.

“So, do I have any potential?” he asked teasingly.

Itachi chuckled. “Definitely. And I’m glad your sense of humour is back.” Then he shivered again.

“But I would appreciate if you would pull out.”

Kisame didn’t budge.

“Don’t wanna. I belong here”

“Huh? Kisame… let me go.”

“No.”

“Kisa-Ah”

Itachi shivered again. Kisame reached for his front and found him hardening again. He purred into the small mans ear.

“I have a lot of catching up to do from all those times when I should have done this.”

Itachi was quiet for a while, then he took Kisame’s hand and guided it back to his cock. “Then I guess I should start teaching you?”

Kisame grinned and thrusted up, pulling Itachi down on his cock and making him moan.

“Yes, you should.”

“Just promise me something.”

“What’s that? Anything for you.”

“Tomorrow we’ll go to the nightclub and after that come here where you can fuck me and take photos.”

Kisame almost came, groaning loudly. Itachi sniggered, kissing him.

“Yeah, fetishes, I knew I was right.”