Chapter II, I can't stop writing this.
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There will be YAOI, I think, I'm writing this prologue before I've finished it.
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Before the door was half open, a thin hand darted through and grabbed Kisame's hand tightly.
Monster.
Thief.
An assassin Hell bent on finishing the Shark Man.
Kisame went to pull his arm back with all the strength that fear hadn't taken, to escape this grudge that wanted his flesh, blood and tortured screams.
Suddenly the door was pushed the rest of the way open, to reveal his unexpected visitor.
The monster that held his hand was around his late teenage years, but still had an essence of innocence left in his big round eyes darker than any night. Age lines marked his face and confused Kisame again about how old he was. The boy's skin was paper white against his thick black hair, tied back in a loose ponytail so his face was caressed by two long bangs.
There was a stone cold silence between them, the business man and the shota, stuck between room 478 and the doorstep.
"Um... Come in?" Was all Kisame could think of saying. The boy nodded and walked past Kisame, taking off his traditional wooden sandals by the door and walking straight to the window overlooking his city.
It shone brighter than any star he had seen, Tokyo's beauty could be admired from this view. He'd been to many rooms in this hotel but the boy knew this was the best view and the man who was coloured a pale blue probably didn't even realize this.
Kisame had held onto the door, like a wife held to her husband; unsure of the situation.
His deep blue eyes glided over the small body, the kimono with black and red patterns leaving most of the work to his imagination. He shook his head wildly, realizing the boy could be a client, the son of Kakuzu that he never knew of.
"Say" Kisame coughed, but the boy did not turn "Will a truthful man lie to prove he is honest?" He couldn't take this silence, even if he had to break it with one of his many theories. The business man adjusted his tie, it was a deep sea blue colour that went almost black went it got damp.
But alas, there was that silence again, long and tormenting. The boy could've been thinking or just not listening.
The phone rang, Kisame lept over to it in an instant. As soon as he picked up he heard the sound of deep, honest chuckling.
Hidan.
"Like my present, Blue Boy?"
Kisame remembered the knocking in sync with Hidan's last words in the phone conversation.
"Who is this kid?" He hissed quietly, looking over to the boy "Why the Hell is he here?"
Kisame was worried. He was always in charge of the situation, walking into a meeting of deal or no deal he knew he could always walk out the door and start again.
Not now, he was trapped and couldn't escape without clear answers.
"I thought you would've figured that out by now, you dumb fuck. It's a present, a gift, from me to you"
Kisame heard the flutter of cloth, but he assumed it was the curtains blowing in the breeze.
"What? How am supposed to figure it out you-"
"How the fuck did you become a high ranking business man with a noodle like yours? Think, or just watch and enjoy, you dick"
"I can't even-"
Then he remembered something, when he was looking out the window. It cut him short of his complaining.
There were no curtains in this room, only long blinds that were perfectly hitched up out of the wind's way.
The blue man turned, Hidan laughed on the other side of the phone as if he could see the event unravel before his eyes.
The boy once so innocent has lost it fast, the fluttering heard before was the red and black kimono now on the floor.
He still stood by the window, in the flattering suit he was born in.
Kisame dropped the phone, jaw hanging from just a thread.
Usually prostitutes had their genitals hanging in an unattractive way and everything was a painted mess, but this God was different. Painted in such ways it would make an old man weep. All that white skin, no kind of tan could be seen. Small pink nipples, slowly hardening from the air conditioning. The ponytail ran down his spine and stopped halfway down, the curve of his arse a woman would usually have, but the length of his cock quite impressive for his gentle appearance. Black pubic hair all curled and cute. Long legs and ankles that just made it all right.
"I am Itachi. Here to satisfy your needs, free of charge"
The poor business felt like he was in surreal universe, and down his chin blood would run from his nose. He didn't know whether to move or stay, pounce or stalk his prey, so he just loosened his tie again and wondered why it was so damn hot all of a sudden.
All that the boy had said was a name, one word and he was feeling that familiar feeling. Kisame wondered what the Hell was happening, but was too preoccupied to care.
Itachi inwardly laughed, he'd seen men swoon over him but this was plain cute. A big burly (and strangely blue) man had fallen completely for the black haired angel.
"What is your name, or at least what do you desire to be called?"
"Kisame Hoshigaki"
"Very interesting name. Japanese I believe?"
"Urgh… yeh. My mum was Japanese"
"Mmmm… I see"
Itachi walked with grace over to the table, finding the pebble 'Calm' still spinning slowly from where the blue man had left it. He stopped it spinning then grabbed it in nimble fingers and held it close to his face, reading the text. It was curvy and grey and blurred in the beauty's eyes, but he managed to read it. Itachi wondered why they would write such a tranquil word on an item so cold to touch.
He placed it back on the table and walked around the room slowly, feeling an awkward silence fall again.
It was always there, before Itachi sinned with no regret. What he did was wrong, but had turned into what one could call an addiction. He loved being pampered, petted, and treated from head to toe by adoring lips that paid him to touch his porcelain skin. A tail of flowers, confessions and love struck clients would follow his feet, but the boy would just kick them aside like he would to a dying animal.
No sympathy, he had none to give to them.
They were greedy for his love, they wanted him all.
The past thoughts were dropped, like a pin to the floor, an echo of silence to folllow. Itachi pranced across the room with the grace of a deer, and placed his lips on the side of Kisame's neck. Ever so softly but so passionately, Itachi could fool even a trickster with his fake love.
Kisame pulled that tiny mouth from his neck, and closed the gap fast. The younger boy had to step on the end of his toes to reach the man. Their lips massaged each others in a fast rhythm, tongues seeking their partner to dance to a forbidden song.
The shark man could taste him, literally feel Itachi's delicious tender saliva coating both their lips. He tasted of rice and sugar, something that made him addicted from the very first taste.
Although suddenly the air became thick, the business man couldn't breathe and he began to feel faint. A million hands wandering down his stomach, to toy with a layer of clothing covering his-
"Stop!"
With a faint plop the lips left his neck, the hands didn't retreat from their place but remained hanging onto the belt loops. Two large -and not at all amused- eyes glared at him through a parted fringe.
"Um..."
Why had he stopped? He'd never stopped, even when he hadn't gotten his excitement up he still went for it. So why now, in this room, with this beauty, would he stop? Was he scared, Kisame could feel the pit of his stomach turning, the back of his hands sweating; but he didn't feel scared.
He looked down to the boy again, he had a pose that suggested if he was near a surface, Itachi would tap his fingers in a fast pace to show his annoyance.
Now Kisame has stopped, he could not say truth. Neither of the men were virgins, and had no right to act like them. Through work meetings, meaningless sex, riddles and rhythms and one way transport, he blue man concocted a lie to give to Itachi, the boy prince.
"Don't you want to talk a little bit before we get started?"
Kisame moved quickly to the seat he was sitting up at before, beckoning for Itachi to sit in the place opposite.
The younger Uchiha was not amused, to the slightest. Although he kept his mask on like he always did, and bowed in apology.
It made Itachi's stomach stir, bowing so low...
"About what exactly, Kisame Hoshigaki?"
Itachi moved away and sat on one of the black leather seats, bringing his tiny knees to his chest and exposing a puckered entrance. A seating choice of a child yet still held a sexual undertone. Deliberate or not, the blue man could think of nothing but what he could or would be doing to that hole.
Kissing it, tonguing it, forcing himself inside it as Itachi made a sigh as soft as a butterfly. So perfectly tight around him. He would be used to the stretched feeling but still would be as tight as the first time he was entered.
"Well… for a start, you didn't answer my question before? About the honest man?"
Itachi thought, patting his knees in a steady pace as he questioned the riddle. It was tricky, but not impossible. He was smart, smarter than his mother who simply married for a living and smarter than his father who simply believed in living like the out-dated Japanese. He was smarter than the University he went to, and the school he went to before that. Itachi knew he was smarter than Kisame Hoshigaki, and therefore knew which strings to pull to control him like his marionette.
"You forget, Kisame Hoshigaki. Why would the truthful man be in this position in the first place? An honest man would state the facts, and if his offenders did not believe him, he would let them disembowel him so his honestly was pure"
"But who would put their life over their morals?"
"As you stated Kisame Hoshigaki, A truthful man"
The riddle has been beaten, finished, done. The only puzzle that now remained was that slick smile on Itachi's face that Kisame wished to wipe off gently. He looked down at his almost empty glass and felt a feeling of emptiness. Who would've thought that Kisame himself would be tricked by his own investigation?
Also that a young boy offering his services would twist it around the shark man like vines.
Of course he would make another theory, although there wasn't any fun in it anymore. He could make a theory harder, but he suspected the boy could figure it out none the less.
The ice has started to melt into the bronze coloured liquid and made the alcohol watery and weak, he placed the glass down and silently sighed.
The beautiful man had just ruined some of life's little joys for the business man.
"I've had enough of talking, if you don't mind"
Suddenly there was a small weight on his legs, straddling his crotch and a right hand slowly running through blue back hair. Then travelling down the back of his neck and up to his light blue cheek. Itachi rubbed his thumb over the skin once, expecting scales like a fish but it being rough but with a smooth sensation.
He kissed his cheek gently, Itachi didn't know why he did it. His skin was just so soft when it should've been deathly, like a shark.
There was something about the Japanese boy that had the business man counting his seconds, trying to use each in an unforgettable manner. Of course having sex with this boy would probably be mind-blowing, but Kisame wanted to talk, and find out as much information as possible. He didn't want to marry him, he just liked him and wanted to get to know him. Although it was like reading a closed book, all he got was the title and the appearance.
For once, this was a problem for Mr. Hoshigaki.
Itachi began biting on his neck, his hand slowly moving towards the rising tent in Kisame's pants. Hoshigaki moaned, trying to keep the conversation going. But when a skilled hand grabbed the outline of his manhood and thumbed what Itachi assumed was his slit, a thousand stars flew through his head and the hope of talking was a lost cause.
He bucked up, his crotch hitting Itachi and a surprised noise escaping the boy. His hard member was pushed against the other's stomach, a pleasurable pressure that made the younger rub against the clothed but firth flesh. He mewled quietly and began undoing Kisame's pants once more. Nimble fingers hurdling over the common problem of buttons and flies. Soon he was down on his knees, carpet burning his skin at his fast actions. Pulling out his client's erection fast from its place, quite impressed by the size.
Placing his mouth on the end, engulfing the tip and sucking softly, then running a small tongue up the blue vein. The Uchiha's mouth was small, but sucked, engulfed and massaged foreskin like the lips of an angel.
Kisame has thrown his head back, panting, unable to stop the ceiling from spinning. The boy on his cock was amazing, he had began to hum a tune around his penis, something Kisame heard when he was a child, in a sick way it made the pleasure more immense.
But then, their hands touch, briefly when Kisame went to pull Itachi's hair to make him deep throat his worthy length. Itachi had reached to place his hand on the seat, so he didn't end up toppling head over heels. It was a mere touch that made them both jump, something purely unexpected.
Two humans looking for lust could not hold hands, like a handshake with a promise, that touch will never be forgotten.
All they could do was fuck, nothing could happen. Everything had to burn, burn so the ashes no longer existed.
Everything that happened with a prostitute, even if she was an angel with wings projecting through glass windows, could only be forgotten.
Books could be written, and songs could be sung, but to everybody else it was all made up fantasy.
Like the single serve that Kisame was used to.
Although, after this epiphany, he saw Itachi's hand, still touching his own. Neither could pull away, like shackles that held them together.
Kisame looked down to Itachi, holding his swollen cock between his hands laced with pre-cum and saliva. A little speck of the white semen had found its way to Itachi's lip, just around his nose in a hard-to-get place. His hair was topsy turvy, as if he'd been turning head over heels for the last hour.
And his eyes.
So fucking big, like big black pearls.
He just wanted to drown in those eyes.
Itachi couldn't pull away, even when he tried, he just couldn't let go.
His skin was so soft, so inviting.
Itachi's heart missed a beat, he wondered if this is what dying felt like. Completely absorbed, willing, ready.
Committed.
Itachi darted from his spot, running softly to the bed and sitting crossed legged on the end. He had a look of childishness, but an undertone of impatience. Kisame panted, legs spread with cock standing upright, panting like a canine. His eyes moved firstly to the spot where the raven on the bed, holding his feet and wiggling his little painted toes. Then, he stared at Tokyo. Outside the window begging to be let in to flood the room with futuristic shapes and colours.
Although the windows opposite would have a clear view of a blue haired and skinned man pounding relentlessly into a young Japanese boy.
Kisame stood upright with unexpected energy. He strode to the window quickly and held the chord to shut the blinds.
But stopped.
He stepped away from the curtain, suddenly losing a sense of dignity he once had. The elder strained himself to think why he would do such an act, but again Itachi wiped his being and goals and only gave him one purpose.
Here.
Now.
Two men offering each other everything and anything in the forms of sex and lust.
Hard and heavy, no mercy or turning back.
Letting their emotion out into their other.
"I wouldn't usually beg" Itachi said, interrupting. He let one finger, that index finger that touched and teased, slowly be engulfed by his hungry entrance. "But please, dominate me, Kisame Hoshigaki. I am very patient but I am not one to watch paint dry"
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