Genie In A Shoebox.

The End.

When Itachi woke up it was bright out, and his clock told him it was already past noon. For a moment he was confused. He always woke at six o'clock sharp and went to get two fresh buns at the bakery across the street. Then he'd go to the butcher next door, put two thin slices of salami on them and head over to the coffee shop four blocks away. It was quite a walk, but there the atmosphere was one he liked, and they made a type of espresso that had a hint of chocolate, which he hadn't been able to find anywhere else. In all those stores he was well known, he came unfaltering every day, always had a kind word for everyone and tipped well. Over the years he'd been scraping together something a bit like a makeshift family that knew him and were happy to see him. Then he would go to the park, two cups of coffee in one hand and two buns in the other. He'd sit down, and invite whoever came hurrying along on their way to work to have breakfast with him. They would eat; make friendly conversation and part ways again. His life was in order, it had a strict routine, one he never strayed from, and it was good.

But now it was twenty past twelve. He was lying on the wrong side of the bed, and his meticulously cleaned room was a mess. He always folded his clothes before going to sleep, and always put out a new outfit on his dresser. The dresser was bare, and his clothes were strewn across the floor. All this puzzled him. Something had obviously happened the night before, but his mind was hazy, still half asleep. He was much warmer than usual, and was just about to throw off his covers when something happened. Someone snored. Loudly. Right next to his ear. An icy feeling clamped over his heart, there wasn't supposed to be anyone in his bed, not ever! He never took anyone back to his room; that was his safe place, his sanctuary. He brought up his hand; there were traces of blood under his nails, what on earth happened last night? He tried to push off the covers, but the other had his arm strewn around him. So he tried to wriggle his way out of the man's grasp, but he sleepily growled a "No." and held him tighter.

Itachi was getting scared, could it be that an old patron had found him and blackmailed him into servicing him again after all this time? But why couldn't he remember? He slowly started turning around, trying to see the man's face and recalling what had happened, but he had his face planted in the pillow. Itachi grabbed one of his surprisingly big shoulder and rolled him over, and was shocked. Kisame was lying next to him, even without the tattoos he would've recognised him even if he'd aged a hundred years, and suddenly he remembered everything. He'd fallen asleep so utterly convinced that everything that'd happened couldn't be real that his brain believed him, and dismissed it as a delirious daydream. But it was real. He ran his finger's over the still soundly snoring man's face. Kisame had found him, they resolved their issues and… he quickly retracted his hand and his face bloomed scarlet at the memories that flooded his senses, the rough hands on his skin, the hot mouth kissing him, the incredible feeling when Kisame… took him. He felt his knees grow weak and his loins contract at the vivid memories of the night before, of the man ramming into him, endlessly, mercilessly, so deep and hard he'd felt like he would get torn in half, of how good it had felt to be dominated by him.

And then he felt disgusting. They'd fallen asleep pretty much immediately, truth be told it'd been a strenuous activity and they're no spring chickens, but how on earth had he been able to doze off with the man's seed flowing out of him? His cheeks were crusty and entrance caked over, he looked over to the man sleeping soundly next to him, his chest was encrusted also with the several spurts of juice he'd torn from Itachi. He gently moved the man's heavy arm aside a little and awkwardly lifted the covers; Kisame's member lay sleeping happily, still coated in his own seed. Even flaccid it was quite sizeable, though he didn't really expect less from his giant friend. He couldn't help but let out a little chuckle, in all the year's he'd spent by the man's side, wishing, hoping that he would accept and love him, he'd never expected anything like this to really happen. How did he ever get this lucky? "Stop laughing at it. All junk is supposed to look weird." Kisame yawned sleepily and scratched at his itchy balls, Itachi hadn't even noticed that he was still staring down at the other's tool. "I wasn't laughing at it…" he couldn't look away. That thing had been inside of him, it was such a strange thought, it had felt like iron then, and now it just looked like a very fat sausage. The sausage stirred. Kisame, who had been staring at Itachi while he was staring at his nether region, was also vividly recalling the events prior to their comfy sleep.

And he'd decided them awake enough to get it on again. So he pulled the other against himself and planted his lips on Itachi's neck. "Sleep well, babe?" Itachi nodded and turned his head to meet the other's lips with his own. Even though he was definitely sure this was happening now, it all still felt so surreal. And then the man was on top of him, heavy, hot, smelly. Their sweat had dried up in the night and they both smelled like the inside of old sneakers, not to mention Itachi was still pretty crusted up and feeling about a negative hundred percent sexy. But Kisame was kissing him, and it pushed all of those complaints to the back of his head, all that mattered were the lips moving against his own, the hot breath on his face, the hands caressing his skin and the thick length pressing against his thigh. Oh. The persistent nudging of the sausage, which had decided to get back in semi iron form, combined with the feeling of his own hardening in answer cleared his mind a little. He pushed against the unyielding chest pressing against his own, "Hold on, just, hold on a sec." he turned his face to the side. "What." Kisame growled, clearly not pleased. "Maybe we should both try standing up for a moment before we get carried away, okay?"

The bigger of the two shrugged and sat up; he slid off the side of the bed and stood, took a few steps, and collapsed back on the bed. "You okay?" Itachi slowly sat up too. Kisame shook his head, "Remember what happened in the shower last night? Apparently I didn't feel it because I was a little busy being in you, but I'm screwed. Fuck that hurts." Itachi carefully scooted over to him, "Can you stand?" Kisame shook his head again, "Can you?" the pale raven dipped his legs over the edge and slowly shifted his weight onto one leg; only to immediately collapse in a heap on the floor. After a few deep breaths he bit through the pain shooting up his spine and managed to speak, "I guess I'm fucked too." Kisame laughed, which turned into an 'owwwwww' as it shook his back. They lay there, both staring up at the ceiling like the night before, only the situation was entirely different. "We suck, I feel really old now." the elder of the two grumbled, and Itachi smiled. "Not that old, at least we didn't hurt ourselves sitting up, we got hurt way manlier." Kisame giggled something that sounded like 'buttsex', and Itachi couldn't think of a better place in the world to be than in a heap on that floor at that very moment.

It took a while, but after some time they both managed to crawl/limp into the shower, which doubled as a bath, and lay down in the tub. Itachi turned on the shower, which slowly filled the tub with warm water as they both fit in perfectly; they sat on opposite ends with their legs in front of them next to the other, that way neither of them had to be uncomfortable. When the water started turning cold they just turned the hot water on again, spraying eachother with the showerhead and using limitless amounts of shower gel to both clean themselves and make foam beards. Itachi won having the biggest beard, but Kisame won having the biggest wizard hat. Neither had ever felt so content, just soaking their soreness away in the hot water, playing around with not a care in the world. But serious talking had to be done, and what better place for it than in a bathroom filled with hot steam and a warm, yellow light. "I need to work tonight, what are you going to do?" Itachi finally said, and Kisame thought for a while. "I'll probably go out to try and get a job around here, I'm pretty sure I'm already fired from my other job, and I should look for an apartment too…"
"Why? Don't you like mine? It has a pretty decent kitchen and, as you can see, we fit in the tub together." Itachi replied.

Kisame was quiet for a while, "You mean, you want me to stay here?" he asked in slight disbelief. "Well if you don't want to…" "No I do!" The bigger man clasped the other's hands in his own. "I really do! I just thought you might want to take it slow at first…" Itachi let out a laugh. "We fucked eachother into disability. I think we're past taking it slow, and I've waited long enough." He sunk a little deeper into the water, having his feet stick up at the other side of the tub and wiggling his toes in the foam next to Kisame, who proceeded to grab and tickle them. Suddenly Itachi sat upright, only to sink down again with a hand to his lower back. "I might know a job for you." "Question mark?" Itachi raised an eyebrow. "What."
Kisame grinned, "You know, in comics sometimes the only thing in a speech bubble is a question mark and that somehow lets the other characters know his interest has been peaked. So, question mark?"
Itachi shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder if you've been dropped on your head as a child, but okay. How would you feel about working as a bouncer, right here? All you'll really have to do is keep out annoying teenagers, and sometimes drag our shitfaced patrons out to the curb when we close up."
"Will I be working with you?" "You will be working around me." Kisame nodded. "Then definitely yes!"

And so that afternoon Itachi had a talk with his boss, Kisame was hired on the spot and they borrowed a friend's car to get the big man's sparse belongings from his apartment and find a place for them in Itachi's.
The next day, a new routine started. Itachi would wake at six in the morning, get his two buns but also half a stale loaf of bread, his salami and his coffee, then come back to wake Kisame. They would head to the park together, eat their breakfast in a comfortable silence and then go and feed the ducks. They would spend the day together doing nothing or whatever, simply basking in eachother's company. During work hours Kisame would frequently get distracted by the beautiful melodies coming from the grand piano, and sneak the pianist chocolates. They would have dinner, go back to work and turn in for the night. And Itachi decided, even though he vowed never to let a man into his little sanctuary, that picking up after the man, closing the lids on the pots he left open and cleaning the messes he made was a price he had absolutely no problem paying when he would get wrapped up in those big, warm arms and held safe throughout the night. Every day they learned more about eachother, and though that sometimes lead to some issues, it mostly just brought them together. Neither of them ever thought it would happen, or had any real hope left at all. But sometimes, just sometimes, those who deserve it do get their happy ending.

The end.