Unexpected Love Series

Note: Naruto is sixteen and Kisame is about 20ish. Naruto left with Itachi and Kisame that day they came for him, only Naruto's seal was different and if they took Kyuubi both would die so they had him join. Request by: nekosoulreaper.


KisaNaru

Cute


When he had been little, all it took for someone to immediately hate him was to look at his face. And what would make him hated, you may ask? Was he ugly? Disfigured?

The answer is no. He was a perfectly cute boy, if you don't mind him saying (not that he was vain or anything). He had soft, tan skin, slightly chubby-cheeks with kid-fat that made people coo over you and a heart shaped face framed with sun-kissed locks and baby-blue eyes that would make anyone melt. He was a slender little thing that looked like a doll and with a grin that light up the room like the sun.

The reason, you ask again.

Six whisker shaped marks on his cheeks. As soon as they spotted those marks, they would sneer and scream at him. Call him hurtful names and glare.

It wasn't like he had wanted them. He was born with them. That's what he would think when this would happen, he would silently beg for them to understand that it wasn't his fault.

That had been before he knew about Kyuubi, and even after he found out he still pleaded for them to understand. He didn't want to be a Jinchuiriki. He didn't! So why did they all act like this was his choice.

He had been so angry when he found out. He hated them even more and, for a split second, he had wished the Yondaime hadn't sealed Kyuubi away, he had wished that they had all died, him included. He had wished for Kyuubi to wipe them all out, to kill them and that night he didn't shrink away in the screams of the unknown, the scent of blood and pain, he had relished in it, now identifying it as Kyuubi's memories of that night.

And he couldn't never find remorse for it, either. The next day, when he planted on his plastic smile and 'look-at-me' orange clothes, he silently glared back at all the villagers, inwardly cursing them as they did him.

Can you understand? Do you know what it's like to be hated for something you had no say in? Do you know what it's like to be gawked at, screamed at and treated like a side-show freak? To be pushed aside and ignored or hated and taunted daily?

Monster

Freak

Die!

We hate you!

That's why he understood. That's why Naruto clung to Kisame, despite the countless times the blue-haired, blue-skinned older male had threatened to cut his limbs off. Despite the fact he had five of the Akatsuki's hottest males in love with him, despite the fact number-one Konoha hottie Uchiha Sasuke had given up his dream of killing Itachi to bring him back.

Because he loved Hoshigaki Kisame, all seven-foot-eight of him. Every strand of blue hair, every inch of blue skin, every sharp tooth and every gill. He adored the man. He loved how his voice: deep, gravely and the way it changes: thick with sleep, dark with lust, the little smug edge after they had made love or fucked.

He thought it was cute how insucre he was when it came to all Naruto's suitors, no matter how many times Naruto told him they could all fuck themselves because the only cock Naruto wanted belonged to him and he was the only man he ever wanted anyway.

He thought it was cute the way his Kisame would shyly undress when they had sex, as if they were doing it for the first time, or how he always wanted to do it in the dark until Naruto out-right told him that he thought his blue-skin was fucking hot and that he'd rather see the blue-skinned man fuck him.

He thought it was adorable how he would blush when Naruto said anything the least bit sexual to him, but would fuck him through the bed at any given time.

No matter what people said, he loved Kisame. Blue-skin, blue-hair, blue-eyes, shark-teeth and all.

And Kisame loved Uzumaki Naruto, blond hair, blue eyes and whisker marks and all.


The End


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