Kisame lay on his back, one leg spreading black blanket away from his body. He blinked a few times, facing the clean ceiling of his room with crumpled sheet underneath his naked torso.
He turns his head to see a certain muscular—but also lean—man wrapped in only an oversized shirt whose body lay far back on a long red sofa across the room, legs wide open. But the breezy wind gets under Kisame's skin fast, so his glance didn't last long.
Kisame squirmed, the front of his shorts bulging. He got up and sat cocooned inside the blanket, legs crossed, "That's my shirt."
"I know," the latter said with white puff coming out of his mouth. Kisame thinks it's the weather—or is it late night showering? The dangling raven hair is damp—until he smelled the reeking smoke of cigarette.
His sight may blur now but he could never miss that smell.
"Close the window, Itachi… please," he voiced finally, his speech slurs. He did drink a little too much.
The man with long damp hair finally glanced back, one of his eyebrows raised before he showed Kisame his left hand, "I'm smoking."
"Stop smoking, then. I'm freezing."
Kisame puts his face on a palm, rubbing the drowsiness away and start releasing just the tip of the blanket covering him; finally succumbs to the forming hangover. Right then the man facing him chooses to stride toward bed. Heat find its way south for Kisame.
In mere seconds Kisame could feel trickling water sliding on his thigh as he watches Itachi crawl over him. The raven damp hair he was staring at now dangles above him, tickling sides of his face. Slowly, he also feels Itachi landing all his weight on him by sitting on his stomach.
As the moon outside comes in full circle, not even a single nerve or muscle is changing on both faces. Blinks are rare. The man underneath held cold anticipating stare even with a hint of adoration showing slightly between hooded lust, however, the other's gaze are even harder to fathom.
Suddenly all he could see is Itachi's right arm extending and the hand tugs his hair. So hard it slightly dragged Kisame's head along.
"Listen,"
Now their faces are only millimeters apart.
"You can drink all you want. But if, by any chance, I could smell Haku's perfume again, I swear I'll pull your head off."
Kisame grins.
"Only you wouldn't."
"Bite me."
"You wouldn't have the time, really."
"Why won't I?"
"I kept thinking about killing you for good," Kisame said it in a steely voice unknown to Itachi at the same time he rises without averting Itachi's flaring eyes. Itachi had to do the same thing but he also have to back away, Kisame hold no intention of just giving in as per usual.
"Or should I get rid of Juzo first?"
Itachi moves even further, now their gazes are of equal height.
"And then I remember, maybe Shisui?"
Kisame, though slouching, stares menacing.
"Tenma?"