PRELUDE:
"I told you. I told you this before. I told you to make it a KisaIta and you didn't and you had to go and put in all of these homosexual undertones and shit and have the characters talk about how they'd make a great pair and all that - running from your KisaIta ways. But you can't. You can run from it with all of these homosexual undertones. You can't."
"YAY! A KISAITA! I LIVE! But knowing you they won't even kiss until like, chapter 25 so..."
Lovingly dedicated to the speaker of the paragraphs above. Happy belated birthday you fantastic fish you! ~R
IMPORTANT!: There is a fair amount of smut in this chapter. I will leave a note in bold typeface alerting you to where it starts and where it ends if you do not wish to read. I'd also like to point out that not every chapter of this story will contain smut. Actually, very few chapters will. So I hope you enjoy and please leave a review!
~Sasori33-001
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. All rights belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
Chapter Rating: M
From the moment Kisame Hoshigaki awoke at 6:35am this morning with a rock solid boner, the only thing on his mind was having sex with his co-worker, Itachi Uchiha.
Long black hair gliding through his fingertips, wildly fanned out across his pillow, chest rising and falling so rapidly you could see his rib cage underneath, long pale legs wrapping around his torso. The more Kisame thought about the problem in his pants, the more he thought about the solution and the more he thought about the solution, the harder his problem became.
Even his usual morning coffee didn't help. If anything, it made his problem worse because it caused him to jounce his leg in anticipation.
"Good morning, Kisame." Itachi greeted him.
"Morning." He grit out. Scratch that - the source of the problem, Itachi Uchiha himself, made his problem worse.
Kisame took the sight of Itachi in as he too, poured himself a cup of coffee. He watched the Uchiha's every moment from the way he carelessly strode into the room as if he didn't have a care in the world, the way his pony-tail lightly floated behind him, how he stood pouring the coffee with his right leg bent at the knee, positioned a little further away from his left leg - a stance that drove Kisame crazy because if Itachi wasn't standing straight with his legs together it meant one thing: Itachi wanted the same thing Kisame wanted.
If it was up to Kisame, he'd take him right there and then. First he'd rip the coffee pot out of his hands, grab his wrists, and push him up against the counter as he devoured his face, sucking at his lips until they shone red and eventually pushing his tongue inside that warm cavern. At some point he'd—
"Thinking about your workload today, Kisame?" Itachi asked, disrupting any thought Kisame had of ravishing the man in the middle of the break room.
Key-sum-ay. Even the way Itachi pronounced his name drove him insane with unrivaled lust. It especially sent him over the edge when he cried it out at the top of his lungs during their shared climax.
"What?"
Itachi regarded him from out of the corner of his eye for a few seconds, smirked, and turned on his heel. "Nothing."
"Wait, tell me what you said!" Kisame called after him.
"It's not important, Kisame. I'll talk to you later on." Itachi replied back.
The older man sighed in defeat. As far as Itachi Uchiha was concerned, he and Kisame were not a couple. They weren't even dating. That being the case, Itachi was firm when he told him that there would be no displays of public affection (and yes, Itachi was the only human being on the planet who said it at length instead of just referring to it as PDA like the rest of the world) at the workplace. That meant no kissing, hugging, or innocent touches (and yes, he described what PDA entailed in case Kisame didn't understand what he meant.) Though unlikely, Kisame anxiously awaited the day when Itachi gave in and let Kisame show their co-workers that Itachi Uchiha's ass was his.
"Pretentious little mother fucker." Kisame muttered with a shake of his head and retreated to his own desk. The thought of calling off had crossed his mind a few times on the short ride over but in the end he knew full well that Itachi wouldn't call off just to "satisfy his selfish desire for sex when there's work to be done." And spending the day jerking off in his bedroom didn't do him any justice the one time he decided he didn't need the Uchiha's tight little ass to bring him relief. Never again would he be so stupid as to think that his calloused palm and a bottle of lotion would do the trick. Never again.
And since there was no hope in solving his ever growing "problem" anytime soon, Kisame set to work with the various tasks he put off from the day before. He made some phone calls, took notes, scheduled an interview, conducted some research, sent Itachi a suggestive text hoping to get a rise from the Uchiha but that never worked. Itachi always placed his phone on silent the minute he arrived to work and didn't turn it back on until the minute he set foot inside the elevator on his way out. But Kisame knew in his heart of hearts that one of these days, Itachi would carelessly check the incoming message that appeared on his phone without taking note of who sent it, read the text and get all hot and bothered and maybe even send Kisame a response. That'd be the day.
"Lunch?" Kisame chirped at 11:03 as he rapidly turned the corner to where Itachi's desk was located.
"One minute," Itachi mouthed with an upturned index finger before replying to the person he was speaking to on the other end of the phone line.
And so Kisame returned to his desk to do the follow-up research he was planning to save until after lunch. After all, what was the point of just sitting around doing nothing if Itachi was on the phone? Given his past experiences, Itachi's phone calls lasted anywhere from two minutes to one and a half hours and Kisame's schedule only allowed for an hour long lunch break. More often than not, he'd end up eating his sandwich at his desk while drafting an article he was putting off doing until later in the week.
Clenching and unclenching his hand, he confirmed that the sub he'd packed for the today no longer existed. He glanced downwards at his navy blue slacks that were littered with the telltale crumbs of another meal eaten in solitude. "Goddamit." He swore under his breath and brushed the infuriating reminders onto the floor.
"Sorry about that, Kisame." Itachi spoke, suddenly appearing before him. "I was on the phone with a potential source and it took longer than I thought. I assume you already ate?"
Either he was playing coy or he was literally working himself to the point of brain damage. "Yeah."
"Sorry about that. Some other time, maybe?" He asked and disappeared down the hallway where the printer and fax machines resided.
"Yeah. Maybe."
By the time Itachi appeared at his desk again at 6:45 asking if he was ready to go back to his place, Kisame had conjured nearly thirty-seven ways he could make Itachi scream his name so loudly the tenants two floors below them would be made aware of their love for one another. "Yeahlet'sgo." He uttered.
"So who's the woman in the relationship?" Kisame would often be asked whenever he told people he was currently in a relationship (it is important to note that he did not describe the parameters of said relationship here) with another man. It was a simple question with a not so simple answer because Kisame knew what the other party was expecting him to say. "Well Itachi does the cooking and laundry while I fix any leaks and mow the lawn." Since the two did not share a residency, Kisame could never provide such an answer (though he suspected Itachi cooked like a God and sorted his lights and darks while doing laundry whereas Kisame was content to live the rest of his life off fast food and microwave meals and shoved all of his dirty clothes from the week in one load). "That's kinda the point." Kisame would tell them. "There is no woman in the relationship because we're both guys."
At least, that's what he outwardly admitted. Inwardly, it was a completely different story. Itachi was his bitch. Plain and simple. Kisame acted and Itachi reacted.
"One." Itachi counted, unbuttoning the top button of his grey dress shirt as Kisame frantically rotated the key to his apartment in his hand until he could get it to go into the slot. Itachi's new form of foreplay was ridiculous, he thought. His efforts would be better spent frantically unbuttoning the Uchiha's shirt instead of trying to open the damn door to his apartment.
"Two." Itachi said in a slightly higher tone, unbuttoning the second button down.
The objective of Itachi's annoying little game was simple. Once they reached the elevator of Kisame's wing, he'd start to undo his tie - today he was sporting an attractive red one. By the time they reached the door to his apartment, he'd begin the process of unbuttoning his shirt, counting aloud as he went while Kisame fumbled with his keys like a bumbling idiot.
In situations like this, the tables turned. It was Itachi who held the leash. Kisame was his bitch.
"Thr—ee! " Itachi started to say when Kisame thrust open the door and roughly yanked Itachi inside. He usually had the door open by the time Itachi unbuttoned the first one but given his persistent erection, his thoughts were too jumbled to be concerned with fitting a key in a keyhole. The only thing Kisame could be bothered to think about was fitting his dick into Itachi's tight ass hole and he was determined to do just that before the sun fully set.
-smut starts here; please continue at your own risk-
With Itachi's wrist held firm in Kisame's iron grip and behind the closed door of his unit, Kisame could exercise one of the thousand thoughts he had been conjuring all day starting with those plump lips.
Catching a glimpse of Itachi's smile was not a rare occurrence. The Uchiha often smiled in response to Kisame's obvious struggles to maintain his composure on days like today, he smiled whenever he bested the older man, thus proving his intellectual superiority (his favorite pastime Kisame concluded a month after meeting the kid), and before and after a meal to name a few. But when Itachi wasn't smiling, he appeared to be bored or frowning and Kisame found it outrageously attractive.
The Uchiha's bottom lip was slightly fuller than it's counterpart, acting as a base for Kisame to latch upon and chew like a dog playing with its favorite chew toy.
"Mmph…" Itachi moaned, instantly melting into the kiss. Kisame loved this part. He loved being the thing that stripped Itachi not only of his clothes (that part was to come later), but of all the stress draped on his shoulders like a thick blanket. After about thirty seconds of chewing on Itachi's bottom lip, he pulled away to inspect his work. If Itachi's lips weren't plump to start out with, they were now and matched the color of the tie he'd been wearing that had long since been discarded onto the floor somewhere. And while it was an attractive sight to look at, Kisame noticed that Itachi's eyes were still level with his, scanning Kisame's facial features and attempting to predict what the older man would do next based solely by looking into his eyes.
If Itachi's eyes weren't rolling into the back of his head with pure lust, then Kisame still had work to do and wasted no time in pushing him against the wall as he sucked on both of his lips this time while simultaneously unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once he had all seven buttons undone, he clamped his hands on Itachi's bare sides, eliciting a gasp of surprise from the Uchiha. Kisame quickly seized the opportunity and pushed his tongue into the warmth that was Itachi's mouth and dragged it along the Uchiha's bottom molars.
Itachi, Kisame learned, despised failure of any kind. Thus, when Kisame's tongue eagerly explored every crevice of Itachi's mouth, often batting the Uchiha's own tongue out of the way in a feat of unparalleled dominance, Itachi would try his hardest not to gag. And although Kisame considered making Itachi gag as a bonus during a hot and heavy make-out session such as this, Kisame had been waiting for far too long to relieve himself and had to thus, forego it. Another day, he promised himself.
Kisame wasn't the only one with a mission in mind as Itachi was working to rid Kisame of his own royal blue dress shirt as deft fingers worked at the buttons. Even while his mouth was being ravished so savagely, Itachi could still maintain precise control of his hands well enough to undo all seven buttons on Kisame's shirt in half the time that it took Kisame to do the same.
"Bitch." Kisame grunted, shrugging Itachi's shirt over his thin shoulders.
"Yes, but I'm your bitch." Itachi responded with a sly grin.
And so the dirty talk and foul name-calling began.
"I'm going to fuck your ass so hard you'll have no choice but to call off work tomorrow because you won't be able to get out of bed." Kisame panted once he came up for breath after assaulting Itachi's collar bone.
By now they had relocated to the bedroom where Itachi laid underneath the behemoth towering above him and worked to remove his belt. "I'm afraid you won't be able to fuck me the way you want to after I blow you to the point of unconsciousness."
After thirty eight years of living on this Earth, Kisame had heard and witnessed many things. In a few years their co-workers would throw a party decorated with balloons and napkins bearing the phrase "over the hill" whereas Itachi was still in his twenties. He was in his late twenties, but in Kisame's mind, he was still just a kid. A kid with a very. Dirty. Mouth. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"Are you going to punish me?"
Oh would Kisame punish him all right. He may not be a fortune teller, but he saw a pair of bright red ass cheeks in Itachi's future. To get to them, he'd have to remove Itachi's slacks. To do that, he'd have to remove the Uchiha's thick leather belt.
And just like that, he found himself with a motive and a weapon. Both in which he was quite intent on putting to use. He didn't even have to respond to Itachi's question. The Uchiha could probably see the answer in his eyes and if he couldn't, it became very apparent once Kisame snaked the belt from out from under him before retching his slacks and boxers down in one thrust and doubling the belt over in his hands. "On your hands and knees." Kisame commanded.
And like the loyal bitch he was, Itachi quietly complied, rolling over to his side and positioning himself so that he was in position to crawl.
"Spread your legs." Kisame instructed.
Again, Itachi did as he was told and spread his legs to that Kisame had a perfect view of the Uchiha's unsuspecting pink orifice.
As hungry as Kisame was for the next sight, he didn't want to completely cripple the man he was about to let loose on and walked around the perimeter of the bed to the headboard. There he grabbed a pillow and laid it across Itachi's forearms. "Bend over."
At first, Itachi blinked at him in confusion and then understood the purpose of the pillow and buried his face into it.
The price of muffling Itachi's screams was well worth it when Kisame returned to his stance at the edge of the bed where the Uchiha's tight ball sack hung front and center for Kisame's viewing pleasure.
Without warning, he drew back his right arm, belt in hand and slapped it against Itachi's pale globes with a violent crack of the air. Itachi instinctively brought his legs together as a bright strip the width of his belt illuminated the point of impact before blossoming into furious shade of red. Obsessed with the sense of complete control Kisame held, he commanded "Pull your legs apart again. I'm not finished yet."
Slowly the Uchiha spread his legs once more and dug his toes into the comforter in preparation for what was to come.
Kisame brought the belt down just two more times, once on each ass cheek for good measure, relishing the way that the soft mounds bounced upon impact and the way that Itachi's legs spasmed but remained in place. "Have you learned your lesson yet?"
Itachi nodded into the pillow.
"What was that?" He asked, climbing onto the bed and leaning over Itachi's downward facing form. The heat that radiated from the Uchiha's ass caused Kisame's cock to twitch against his boxer shorts. "I couldn't hear you with that pillow muffling your voice."
"Yes." Itachi spoke more clearly, bringing his face away from the pillow case.
Upon close examination, there was a drop of his saliva adoring the the surface. "Good. Now you won't be needing this." He said, gingerly taking the pillow Itachi had been using as a cushion and tossed it onto the floor. "If I have any hope of entering you, I gotta be slick but the problem is, I still haven't replenished my bedside lube." He purred and unbuckled his own belt.
Itachi watched as Kisame dropped his slacks followed by his boxer shorts before moving around the perimeter of the bed, tracing a finger along Itachi's backside as he did so. Once on the opposite side of the bed, Kisame lowered himself onto the comforter and slid underneath of Itachi who picked up his right hand and leg to allow Kisame to move into position.
"Now suck it like the horny slut you are." Kisame demanded and without warning grabbed a handful of Itachi's ass and brought it down against his waiting tongue. He could only envision what it looked like to see Itachi throw his head back in pure bliss as he cried out against the intrusion - like swimming up to the surface to catch a much needed breath of fresh air.
Kisame pulled his tongue out of the Uchiha. "Didn't I tell you to suck? It's not enough if your pretty little ass is lubricated, my dick needs to be lubricated too."
Slowly, Itachi slunk forward, Kisame's hands still firmly anchoring his hips, and took Kisame's massive girth into his hot little mouth. As Itachi sucked and bobbed his head up and down his length, Kisame bucked his hips a few times and occasionally squeezed Itachi's reddened ass cheeks in approval while he ate out the other man's ass. With every thrust of innocent flick of his tongue against the tight ring of muscle Itachi either sucked him harder by sharply gasping in surprise, or moaned into him which was attractive as fuck because the Uchiha's voice was already deep. To hear him moaning lowly against his manhood and to feel the back of his throat vibrate against it...it was too much. Kisame prided himself for not unleashing his load right there and then.
Suddenly, as Kisame was trying to decide whether to move on to the past part or continue with what they were doing, a wicked idea came to his mind. Pulling Itachi's ass cheeks apart, Kisame forced his tongue past Itachi's tight ring of muscles and nibbled. Itachi, who was currently teasing the base of Kisame's cock, gagged against it and raked his teeth along the length as he pulled upwards.
Yes…as long as Itachi worked for Akatsuki, Kisame would never quit if it meant giving up the best sex he'd ever had in his life.
"I think that's enough for now." Kisame said and crawled out from underneath the shaking Uchiha. "On your back."
Grateful to be done supporting his upper body, Itachi collapsed onto the bed and sluggishly maneuvered his body so that he was lying on his back as Kisame instructed him to.
Kisame wasted no time in climbing on top of him but did not immediately take him. Instead, he allowed himself a little bit of time to take in Itachi's features. HIs hair was still in a ponytail but that was a minor detail. Next time Kisame would pull it out so that he could see Itachi's wilder side. But for now, he took in the way Itachi's bangs fanned out in every direction, the beads of sweat collecting at the base of his hairline, the way his mouth was parted ever so slightly as he tried to catch his breath. Upon closer examination, a glistening line ran from each corner of Itachi's eyes and down the sides of his face. And it wasn't sweat, that much was for certain.
"Are you alright?" He asked, brushing the tears away with his thumbs.
"Of course." Itachi panted. "The best is yet to come, right? I didn't come here not to be filled by your essence."
It wasn't customary for Itachi to say much when they did this. Usually Kisame would tell him what to do and he would wordlessly comply. But when Itachi did shit like this…
Kisame may have been the one giving orders and spanking the younger man with his own belt but ultimately it was Itachi who held the power over Kisame and without wasting another second of time, he crashed their lips together and reestablished his hold on Itachi's pelvis to act as a guide. Itachi reciprocated, melting into the passionate kiss as their tongues battled for dominance and wrapped his arms and legs around Kisame's torso for purchase.
They were like clock-work that way. They'd done this so many times that Kisame didn't need to look to slide his pulsating manhood into the Uchiha's waiting ass. They were one in the same - a united entity that couldn't be broken.
With every calculated assault against his sweet spot, Kisame made sure Itachi knew how badly he wanted—needed—this today. Made sure to waste no time in ramming Itachi's prostate over and over as Itachi's grip around Kisame's neck tightened to the point where Kisame thought he would choke from lack of oxygen. "Too tight…" Kisame breathed.
"Harder…" Itachi panted in ragged breaths. "Harder...there! Mmmm! More Kisame, I need—mmf! Yes! Again!"
Needy little fucker. "Touch yourself."
"Kisame," he said, releasing his grip around the older man's neck and reaching down to pump his cock in time with Kisame's thrusts, "I need it...I need-ugh! I need you to-to fill me...ughhh!"
"Depends. Are you planning on cumming anytime soon you two-bit whore?"
"Yes! Yes! Keep hitting it! Right there! Yes!"
"Then I will be too." He grunted and quickened the pace, savoring the way Itachi's velvety innermost walls clenched around his hard-on with every thrust and tug.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming…" Itachi panted, his eyes slowly rolling into the back of his head as his back arched.
"Say my name." Kisame commanded and continued to abuse his little hole as he felt his own release coiling in the pit of his stomach. He was close too. He just needed to hear Itachi call out his name a few times and he'd be unloading his seed in the other man.
"Kisame…" Key-sUm-ay
"Louder, Itachi."
"Kisame!" Key-sUm-ay!
"Scream it like my rock hard dick is the only thing keeping you alive!" He commanded.
"Ki…" he panted, "sa," he breathed, "me!" he screamed as jets of cum erupted from his the reddened head of his cock and splattered all over his stomach.
The sight was all Kisame needed to push himself over the edge too and squeezed Itachi's hips hard enough to leave bruises for the rest of the month. "Fuck! ITACHI!" He cried and released his own load into the Uchiha's waiting ass, milking himself until his dick grew flaccid.
-smut ends here-
"That was...excellent…" Itachi sighed as Kisame pulled out of him.
"'Excellent'? Not 'mind blowing' or 'amazing' or 'how about round two'?" Kisame scoffed and flipped Itachi onto his side to deliver a swift slap to the ass. "Pretentious motherfucker." He smirked, enjoying the sight of Itachi's leg twitch as some of Kisame's cum spilled onto the comforter.
"Nghh…" Itachi mewled from the bed.
"I'm going to take a shower first since I can still stand. Unless you wanna get your ass up out of my bed and take one first."
Itachi regarded him with hazy eyes and twisted his body so he could swing his legs over the side of the bed. "I'm coming."
Kisame raised his eyebrows. "Again? Is the sight of my toned, naked body enough to make you lose yourself? If so, this would've been over a whole lot faster." He remarked.
"Shut up." He shot back and placed his feet on the floor. Like a newborn foal, his legs shook at the knees when he brought himself to a stand. Once he stood fully erect, he kept his head hung, carefully placing one foot in front of the other as he collected his pants and dress shirt from the floor.
It did not escape Kisame's notice that he winced with every movement. It also did not escape Kisame's notice that he kept a hand close to his backside as he walked.
"Trying to keep all of me inside of you? Do you like my milk that much, Itachi?" He purred into the Uchiha's ear as he passed into the hallway.
"Do you want it all over your carpet?" Itachi retorted.
"Hey, if you spill it, you have to clean it up...with your tongue." He laughed.
"I'm surprised you get anything done at work since you can't seem to think about anything that doesn't pertain to sex or activities relating to sex."
Kisame walked the short distance to the door frame and called after him. "I'm surprised you get any work of your own completed knowing that I'm across the room fondling my balls as I think of you all naked and sweaty on my bed!"
The closing of the bathroom door was Kisame's only response.
In the time that Itachi took his showers, Kisame could've jacked himself off at least three times. Actually, the more he thought about it, the more appealing the thought became. Him lying on a bed that smelled like Itachi's sweat, jacking off to the imagine of water cascading down Itachi's naked body while in his shower quickly followed by thoughts of Kisame joining him and Itachi on all fours sucking him off as his wet bangs stuck to his forehead.
He glanced down at his member which was beginning to perk back up.
"Okay, enough of that." He muttered to himself and willed his dick to return to its state of rest. Although sitting in a room that reeked of fresh sex didn't help matters any.
So instead, he decided to fix them both a fresh pot of coffee. Not only would it make Itachi happy, but it would show the little bastard that Kisame was indeed capable of thinking of something other than "sex or activities relating to sex." Who spoke like that? It was like he was reciting a line from the corporate manual on the section pertaining to sexual harassment or something. Though it wouldn't surprise Kisame if Itachi had been one of the few people to actually read that bullshit.
The moment the coffee finished, Itachi appeared from the shower fully dressed to Kisame's disappointment. "Have you seen my tie and why are you still naked?"
"Check the bedroom and what's the point of getting dressed if I'm just going to take a shower anyways?"
"But people can see you because your window is open."
"So? My window was open in the bedroom too and I've seen this middle-aged woman watching us go at it from her apartment window a few times already." He shrugged.
Immediately Itachi's face colored and his pupils grew twice their regular size. "Wait...what are you...are you…?"
"I'm just teasing though my windows were open today so I wouldn't be surprised if at least somebody watched us fucking."
Itachi opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water for a few seconds before shaking his head. "You know what? Never mind." He said and vanished into the bedroom in search of his tie.
"Hey, I'm going to take a shower now, okay?"
"I'm not following you for 'round two' if that's what you're hoping." Itachi replied over his shoulder as he looked underneath the bed.
"I mean, if that's what you want I guess I could go for another round." He joked. "Any who, I made a fresh pot of coffee. Do you want to do anything after I'm done taking a shower?"
"It's getting late. I should go home."
Kisame's heart sank. "I wasn't implying that we should have sex again. I was just thinking that we could watch a TV or rent a movie or something."
Itachi rose to a stand and stared at Kisame with emotionless eyes. "Kisame. It's the middle of the week. We can't stay up until the middle of the night watching TV when you and I both have work tomorrow."
"We could call off. It's not like we're from the same department."
Itachi raised a skeptical brow. "I don't know about you, but I have a lot of work to see to tomorrow and I can't afford to waste any of my sick days just because I stayed up late watching movies."
"You could spend the night you know?" He tried to argue.
But Itachi simply passed him by. "I'll see you at work tomorrow, Kisame."
"What about your tie?" Kisame asked.
Itachi opened the door to Kisame's apartment and bent over to pick up the bright red strip of fabric lying discarded on the floor. "See you tomorrow, Kisame."
"See you tomorrow." He muttered and closed the door behind him.
Quietly he padded over to the bathroom and noticed that Itachi hadn't touched the coffee pot Kisame had whipped up for him. Scratching his the back of his head, he ventured into the bathroom without a change of clothes and murmured to himself "Maybe next time."
I feel like I need to take a shower after all that...goodness gracious...
I'm not entirely sure yet, but I might let the next chapter follow Itachi's point of view (as I do in my other fic "Parallel Lines"). I dunno yet.
Until next time~!
Sasori33-001