Title: Addict

Rated M for:

-yaoi

-violence

-language

-possibly Uchihacest (I haven't gotten that far - yet - wink wink)

Summary: When Itachi starts bending orders all hell starts breaking lose in the Akatsuki. He can't help it though, there's something about Sasuke that he just can't stay away from. Something gravitational. Something addicting.

Set somewhere after the first appearance of Itachi and Kisame in Konoha and later against Jiraiya but before the Tea Village fillers in the anime

disclaimer: I in no way own Naruto nor the characters within

a/n: Alright, Merry Christmas, here's your present! yeah, this is my first post in a long time, I know... and I'm not even sure how good it is... hope it's alright. I know it's probably horridly ooc at times, but I hope that it doesn't deter you. I'm really working at getting everyone in character, but Itachi is a little difficult for me. I'm trying to draw on my knowledge from Bouncing Back to help me out a little, and it does improve, you just have to suffer through the first chapter to get to the good part sweat drop ... and yes, there is a yaoi scene to kick it all off because my close friend (you know who you are, Ken-chan) likes my yaoi scenes. But the scene has a purpose, I assure you.

Enjoy!

Kisame POV

I don't know what it is that has been bothering Itachi so much lately, but I know that it has his blood running hot. For days now he has been set on visiting this one town just outside of Konoha. He insists that it's important, and if there's one thing I've learned about Itachi, if he says it's important don't get in his way.

He's been really clingy lately, too, which makes me think that this may be a difficult thing for him. Normally at night we don't even sleep in the same bed if we can help it, but he's been crawling up next to me late at night while he thinks I'm asleep. Or maybe he knows I'm awake. Either way he has been arriving in the middle of the night to cling to my shirt, if I'm wearing one, and curl up next to me.

At the Akatsuki it is no secret that him and I are sex partners. No sex partners are a secret there. Whether it's us, Sasori and Deidara, Kakuzu and Hidan, Pein and Konan, or Zetsu and Tobi, we all are well aware of what happens. But for Itachi to be so up front about our relationship is not like him.

So here I lie, confused, late at night, with a desperate Itachi curling up against my stomach. I'm tired of not being able to hold him when he does this. He obviously wants it, whether he'll admit to that or not, and so I see no reason to deny him.

I wrap an arm around him and he tenses, "You should go to sleep."

"I'm sure you know I've never been asleep when you've come over," I whisper against his hair.

"We'll be arriving in town tomorrow and we need rest." I know that he knows.

I wrap an arm around his stomach and hold him close to me, "I don't need that much sleep. I've gone days without sleep and I've been fine in battle."

"We'll need to be well rested."

"Who are you planning to fight?" I probe at his intentions, gently.

"If we're lucky, no one."

"And if we're not."

"I don't know, Kisame," the way he sighs my name I know to stop.

I kiss the back of his neck and he flinches. I stroke a callused hand across his hair, moving it behind one of his ears.

He turns over, his stomach against my abs. I hook one leg around both of his and hold his head against my chest. He's so much smaller that when he's worried like this I could almost be fooled that he's fragile. Almost.

"You don't have to be strong for me, Itachi," I whisper.

"…" there's only a huff of air as a reply.

"There's no reason to be strong tonight," I nudge a little more.

He pushes back on one of my shoulders enough to roll me onto my back. The next thing I know his face is hovering above mine. "Stop." My only warning. I don't care. I wrap a strong, insistent hand around the back of his neck and pull him down, our lips meeting sloppily. He doesn't greet the kiss with immediate kindness, trying not to give in, but as I lap my tongue against his lips they finally part. Even his own tongue gets daring, darting in between my sharp teeth and battling with my own for dominance. I let him win this fight.

I moan into his mouth as his hands start to travel my chest, then my neck, and finally land around my gills. He strokes them and it's enough to send heat shooting down to my groin. I can feel him pull his legs over and above my hips. He has his own heat to lend to my own, making me gasp as our mouths part.

"Itachi?"

"I want you."

"I can tell," I smirk.

"You're the one that makes me need like this," he looks me in the eyes with a sort of feeling that he's never given to me before.

My brow furrows, "What's wrong, Itachi?"

He doesn't respond, but instead gives his own answer as he moves down to my neck and bites, hard. My head shoots back as I cry out in both pain and pleasure. The forest is filled with the echo and some small animal nearby runs away, but nothing else seems to care. It's the night, odd noises, even loud ones, are just another mystery in the darkness. I pant as he lets go of my neck, the area pulsing with an odd beat and sending tingles shooting down my spine.

I almost laugh, one of my hands finding its way up and under Itachi's shirt, lifting it. When I reach his neck I use two hands to pull it off as he raises his pale arms into the moonlight. Once the shirt is no longer hindering my sight I can see the way that his skin glows in the moonlight. It's almost enchanting, if such a word could ever describe Itachi. Nonetheless, it takes my breath away. He watches me as I shrug out of my own shirt, and then clasp my hands to his sides. He doesn't take even a second to care about my bare torso, though, as he grinds his hardness against mine.

This really does take my breath away, stopping it in my throat. I try to breathe past that lump but can't so I do my best at drowsily untying his pants. He doesn't like the slow pace that my oxygen deprived mind is working at and quickly does it himself. Once bare, he quickly grants me the same luxury, freeing my pained erection just as I'm learning to breathe again.

His hands wrap around my length and I can't help but claw at the ground around us. The dirt is soft, but it doesn't satiate my need to grasp something, anything. My hands find his length and squeeze. A rare cry passes his lips. It's so intoxicating to hear.

I squeeze again and despite my calluses I can feel how hard he is and by the moonlight I can see the pearly drop that sits atop him. He moans and his grip loosens around me. I thrust into the cavity that his hands have produced around me and moan myself. Yet more noises to be lost in the midnight air.

He catches his breath and looks down the length of me before asking, "Would you be able to fight if we did this?"

"Of course. I'm not that weakened by it, you know that." In truth I may not be fit for all the walking after this, I just don't want it to stop.

He nods and adds, "There's nothing to – "

"I can take it."

He smirks and lowers his head almost level with my length. I watch one hand longingly as it unwraps and travels beyond my field of vision. I feel a small warning press against my entrance and suddenly he's inside me. Already I feel more complete. Pain is nothing compared to this pleasure.

He stretches me as I pump along his length. At one point he halts my hands, but does not remove their warmth from around him. As he prepares me I watch his face, so concentrated and yet so fair.

I reach out to him, stroking his cheek as his fingers retreat, leaving only seconds before he thrusts into me. Damn! That hurts like a son of a bitch! I wince and hold my breath, tensing before forcing myself to relax under these impossible conditions.

Itachi pauses, watching me, letting me adjust to him, or maybe just calming down himself, either way it allows me some time before he pulls out, more and more until just the tip of him is inside me. And then he thrusts back in. This time he hits something inside me that leaves me crying out and seeing stars brighter and closer than those in the sky.

He balances with a hand on either side of my broad shoulders as he thrusts at a steady pace, never breaking for his moans or grunts. I don't break for mine, my knees hiked up to either side of his hips, holding him inside me even if he doesn't need the help.

I gasp as he thrusts harshly inside me, his pace slowing. Suddenly one of his hands finds its way to my painfully stiff erection, instantly shooting heat through my entire body. I gasp and throw my head back as he continues at a slow pace, thrusting in harshly. A few more thrusts and I feel him spill, hot, inside me. He thrusts only twice more before staying still, pumping still until finally there is a white hot heat that spills all through me and I feel tired.

When my senses start to become aware of my surroundings once more I can hear nothing but my own breath and the breath of the one collapsed on top of me. I wrap an arm lazily around his waist as he looks up at me and I glance down at him. There's no smile on his face, there's no content smirk, but I can see in his eyes that he feels better.

"What's got you so worried, Itachi?" I stroke his cheek with my free hand, lightly rubbing his cheekbone with my thumb.

"It's nothing."

"Nothing doesn't get you eager like this. What is it?"

"It's nothing, Kisame." He snaps the words, but only out of self-defense.

I don't answer him, I just brush his back lightly with my fingers. Slowly I feel the hand that had kept him balanced in the end stroking down my one side, tracing strange patterns not unlike those of his sharingan eyes that haven't shown since we set up camp.

"You're saving your eyes so they'll be sharp tomorrow. Who do you expect to see?"

"A weakling."

"Than why save your eyes?" I almost laugh.

"Because there will be a threat with him, a ninja."

"Are you worried about the ninja?"

"No."

"Than who are you worried about?"

There's a moment of silence where even the wind is still. "The weakling."

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