Disclaimer: No, I don't own Naruto- Masashi Kishimoto does. He gets all the awesome monies from it.
Ai
Kisame's view on love was such a simple thing to him. It was just there. Love wasn't something to affect your thoughts at all; it was just simply a flowery word to put to raging hormones. An uncomfortable moment when he passed by a couple was the closest he'd gotten to love back then. Then he'd met Uchiha Itachi.
The blood-stained boy was unconscious when he fished him out of a lake and not quite the man he was today, but he was so very close to that reputation, even at his young age. For the first few missions Kisame watched him work silently, noting that entrails didn't seem to bother him if they got on his clothes or hair. He was quiet, but he was already used to silent characters like him- Sasori was like that. Two years passed from that day at the lake and he had grown quite a bit, they had gone for a mission in Grass country and Kisame almost had to carry the Uchiha all the way back to headquarters.
The first thing the shark man found out surprised Kisame that he had never noticed before, Itachi smelled like strawberries. It was something as simple as that, that he wished he'd noticed before and didn't know why. The other thing was that the black-haired one had the softest skin he had ever touched. Even the calluses on his hands were soft.
He was able to ignore the mornings on missions when the Uchiha had gone off "experimenting" with waitresses and the like. There was also the Christmas they spent at headquarters when Orochimaru decided he wanted to "play" with the hardly sober Uchiha boy. Forgettable.
"Ne?" Itachi mumbled, rolling over on the uncomfortable mattress that all of the organization members had in their rooms. "Kisame, what are you doing?" The blue man just smiled.
It had been years from then and he loved the outcome. In those years the blue man had found that sex with the Uchiha was just as good as he looked all the time. "Hot manly man sex" as a very red-faced Deidara put it when he'd walked in on them having sex in the closet.
The sex really didn't matter all that much. He could've cared less about it. But it was phenomenally good and if the man next to him, trying to sleep, was any indication that he succeeded in following his own hormones he was happy.
"Good night, dear," the blue man told his partner, kissing him on the lips and getting in bed.
Now, if he knew anything, Kisame simply knew that love was marvelous.
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shh... don't tell rei... this piece of crap doesn't deserve to grace her eyes! D:
If you haven't noticed, I like KisaIta, and I can't write fluff for shit.