Author's note: Damn search engines. I found some great fan art of Kisame and Itachi and was like, "Ohhh! How sweet" Now I felt compelled to write a fanfiction. Don't forget to leave a review, please!
I do not own any of these characters.
The unrelenting rain was starting to sting like frozen needles as the wind picked up. Even with their collars up and their hat shielding their eyes, it didn't shield any open spaces that allowed the rain to prick their skin. Itachi lagged behind which was unusual but Kisame knew the Uchiha had been suffering since he woke. He started the morning coughing, the afternoon coughing and now as they walked under the clouded grey sky, Kisame could hear coughing behind him. It was a disgustingly hoarse, wet cough and each time blood covered Itachi's slender hand. Kisame looked behind him at his partner, "Itachi, do you need to rest?"
Itachi did not respond, his pace slowing down. Kisame raised a brow as Itachi let out a body shaking cough that made him hunch over into his hand. Kisame stopped and adjusted his Samehada on his shoulder as he fully faced Itachi. As the cough died down, the rain's pelting was now the only sound. Itachi's eyes met Kisame's as he straightened up, blood dripping into the puddles on the ground from his hand.
"Itachi.." Kisame wanted an answer from him.
Instead the lithe Uchiha passed out but before he could commit to the ground, Kisame's strong arm supported his dead weight with an effortless reflex.
"Tch. Don't die on me now. Sasuke would be disappointed to find out you died before he could kill you." Kisame threw Itachi over his shoulder and looked further down the road. A small village should be up ahead. They would not be able to continue with Itachi incapacitated.
Kisame sat outside on the balcony with his shirt off, staring at Itachi's sleeping face under the covers. The rain was still coming down heavily but it didn't bother Kisame. He enjoyed the feel of rain on his skin. It was soothing. He had stripped Itachi of his wet clothing and wiped the lingering blood from his lips that the rain had not washed away. He had touched Itachi's naked body with familiarity and tenderness, not wanting to be rough with his partner. He knew Itachi was constantly in pain from his disease but always put on a stoic face, hiding any evidence the skilled killer was slowly dying. He tended to shrug off Itachi's impending death that either his disease or his brother would claim but he struggled with it. He would never admit it to anyone but he was a little scared. Itachi was one hell of a fighter, a worthy one at that that even Kisame would admit he wanted to fight to test his own skill. Itachi was about the only person he trusted, his friend even. If he were to die, Akatuski would replace him and move on. Kisame wasn't sure he could accept another partner without bitterness.
Kisame lay on his own bed without a blanket. Since he was a child he preferred to sleep without one, feeling too hot in his sleep to rest comfortably. His eyes were still focused on Itachi. It was late and he still had not woken. Kisame had kept quiet, lost in his thoughts.
"Mada.." Itachi's voice whispered. Kisame sat up on his elbows, listening.
"Madara.." Itachi's eyebrows knitted and he grunted in his sleep.
"Of course." Was all Kisame could say. 'Of course he'd call for Madara.'
Itachi would take off for hours or days at a time, leaving Kisame, his partner behind. He would return with scratches on his back, hickies and bitemark on his inner thighs. Itachi wouldn't reveal anything about what they were discussing but Kisame knew they weren't sparring partners unless with their dicks. Kisame rolled his eyes. Was he angry? A little. Was he jealous? Maybe. Ok, scratch that; he was jealous but why should he be? Itachi and he were not secret lovers, they weren't in a relationship or ever spoke about any 'feelings' they may have one another. What they had was purely sexual release. Traveling together, sexual tension gets pent up and it's not like made a whole lot of money to afford a decent hooker. Kisame would never take a woman by force. He was the Monster of The Mist but he wasn't about to become a sexual predator. It surprised him when it was Itachi who made the first move.
Kisame was irritable. He was horny and he wanted badly to release himself. Itachi had come out of the shower and it was Kisame's turn. But instead of running into the bathroom, he watched his partner walk across the room in nothing but a towel around his waist. The long black hair was gathered to one side and slow drops of water slid down his chest. Itachi suddenly had a small smirk play his thin lips, "Do you like what you see, Kisame? You're staring"
Kisame did not look away, "Ha! So what if I stare?"
"You have an erection." Itachi gave him a rare playful smile, his fingers running through his wet hair.
Kisame looked down at his lap. Sure enough he was pitching a tent. "Ah, fuck."
Itachi stood between Kisame's legs, his slender hands gently massaging Kisame's erection through the material of his pants. Kisame let out a hiss, his eyes closed. Itachi pushed Kisame against the bed and straddled his lap, the towel tossed to the floor.
"What are you doing?" Kisame's hands gripped Itachi's waist. His skin was smooth under his rough calloused hands. He wasn't going to lie; this was exciting and he wanted to fuck Itachi if he was going to be a tease. Kisame wasn't into men, never had been. But damn! Itachi was attractive enough to be a tempting exception. Itachi shut Kisame up when their lips touched.
"Madara.." Itachi's lips whispered out, bringing Kisame back to the present moment.
Kisame rolled on to his side, away from Itachi. He didn't want to look at that face anymore. He started to get even angrier by the minute. Why did Itachi call out for Madara? Why didn't he call out for him instead? He was his partner in crime. Literally. He was with Itachi all the time so why call out for a man who called on him like a dog? Was his Itachi in love with Madara? Wait, 'his'? When did Itachi become 'his'? Kisame forced his eyes shut. 'Go the fuck to sleep, Kisame. Fuck these Uchihas.'
It was late in the night and Kisame kept waking up throughout. He'd sleep for twenty minutes, wake up for ten, and fall back to sleep for another twenty. He was in his twenty minute snooze when a warm body lay close to his chest. He felt gentle pressures on his shoulder, trailing across his neck and along his jawline. Kisame slowly opened his eyes, taking in the darkness of the room.
"You're too old to sleep in my bed like a scared child" Kisame's voice was sleepy still as he raised Itachi's chin to get a look at that beautiful face.
"Well I'm certainly not a child and I don't plan on sleeping any longer for today." Itachi's hand trailed down the defined muscles of Kisame's abs.
Even in the darkness, Itachi could see that sharp-toothed grin. His lips trailed down Kisame's neck, offering a gentle bite before sucking. Kisame let out a moan and whipped Itachi over so that he was on top of the shorter shinobi. Kisame's lips met against Itachi's in a heated kiss. The lingering taste of copper was like Itachi's signature. How fitting for a killer.
The next morning Kisame woke alone. Itachi had moved to his own bed sometime when Kisame fell asleep after they pleasured another. Kisame kept his mouth shut. What was the point? What could he say? They were not lovers, there was no relationship and he wasn't sure how he felt about Itachi intimately.
Two days later..
"I'll be back later" Itachi put on his black cloak.
"Madara?" Kisame almost spat out, an angry bitterness underlining in his tone.
Itachi closed his eyes and nodded once. His hand reached for the door knob, "Stay." Kisame protest made him freeze, his hand barely cupping the knob.
"Stay here with me instead." Kisame's voice wasn't pleading. It was firm. He had panicked and spoke too soon but it was too late to back off. Madara didn't deserve Itachi's loyalty or his body. Neither did he but he'd like to believe he was the better man. If Itachi could choose him, even for one night, he knew it would show Madara he had no claim on Itachi. Kisame had been one for honor and loyalty but he wanted so badly for Itachi to disobey Madara.
Itachi did not look at Kisame. He was undoubtedly considering his choices. But did he really have a choice? If he did not meet Madara, his clan's immortal would come looking for him instead and be angry. Kisame knew about Madara's extra meeting activities he asked of Itachi. His body had proof of their meetings. When Kisame saw a marking that wasn't his own, he'd pull away from Itachi. Kisame's lust suddenly would shut down. This was the first time in all the years they had been partners, the first time since their partnership became sexual, that Kisame asked this of him. He wanted to stay, he really did. He enjoyed Kisame's company over Madara's unnerving manipulative games. He cared for his partner and placed more trust in Kisame than Madara but he had no choice. He never did, did he? Like always, it didn't matter what he wanted. After a long silence, Itachi's hand griped the door knob, "I have no choice. I have to, Kisame."
Before Itachi could close the door after him, Kisame could hear what sounded like 'forgive me.'
Kisame banged the back of his head against the wall, his hand fisting at an invisible stress ball.
"Fucking Uchihas."
Author's note: So what did you guys think? I really wanna hear! I think I might write another one shot for these two once I finish my other fanfictions.