~~~~~~~~~~~~days pass~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deidara walked into the living room, carrying a bowl of popcorn. He frowned when he saw Sasori on the couch. "Danna, I have the TV, un."
"Obviously not, brat."
Deidara sighed and walked over to the couch, sitting down beside Sasori. "Please, Sasori?"
"What were you going to watch anyway?"
Deidara's eyes lit up in delight. "Texas Chainsaw Massacre, un! I love how the people get trapped and then sliced up, and how ruthless the whole family is, and….danna, are you ok, un?"
Sasori was giving the blonde an odd look and had scooted to the other end of the couch. "Deidara, that's a bit morbid."
"So, un?" Sasori sighed and changed the channel. "Wouldn't you rather watch Saw?"
"Sure!"
~~~~~~~~~several minutes later~~~~~~~~~~
"HAHAHA!" Deidara was cracking up as he watched the movie, creeping Sasori out. "Come on, danna, can't you tell he can obviously reach the switch, un?" Sasori stared at the screen and raised a brow.
"Yes, actually." In minutes both of them were laughing.
Deidara smirked. "Wow, who knew the red demon could laugh, un?"
"No one. And it stays that way, got it?"
"Or what, un?"
"I spray paint 'Dei's my bitch' on the side of the school."
"You really want me to hate you again, un?"
Sasori grinned. "I have nothing to worry about this time. Your ex has been taken care of, and no one else is dumb enough to date you while I'm within a 100 mile radius."
"What did you do to Itachi anyway, un?"
"I told Kisame to handle it."
"Meaning, un?"
"He's out of the way."
"Danna…"
"Shut up."
"No sex for you, un."
~~~~~~~~~~~~at the shark's house~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Here, have some soup." Itachi reluctantly took the miso from his captor, slurping as he sat in the chair he was still tied to. Kisame watched the weasel carefully to make sure he drank it all, before taking the bowl back into the kitchen. He returned a moment later and retied the weasel's hands in front of him. Itachi frowned up at his captor, and Kisame just shook his head. "Sorry, but until I can be sure you won't take off, you're staying tied up." Itachi shot him a pleading look, and Kisame felt his willpower start to cave. "Ok, but if you try to run I'm tying you back up, got it?" The Uchiha nodded and Kisame slowly undid the bindings on the chair, before moving to undo the ones on Itachi's legs. The Uchiha frowned when Kisame stepped away, leaving his hands still tied. "Hey, I'm not stupid," Kisame stated, motioning for the weasel to follow him into the living room.
The shark immediately sat down, the Uchiha sitting next to him. Kisame looked the Uchiha up and down. "Mind telling me why you're so hell bent on going out with Deidara?"
"Because he's mine."
Kisame shook his head. "Doesn't look like it. He's letting Sasori screw him, after all." Itachi started. "What, he never let you do that?" Kisame smirked. "Look, just let him go, ok?"
"If I thought that bastard was any good for him, I would. But he's the kind of guy who'll toss Dei aside as soon as he gets tired of him."
Kisame frowned. "Sasori's a lot of things, Itachi, but heartless isn't one of them. He won't just dump Deidara because he gets bored of him." Itachi didn't reply, and the conversation fell silent.
Kisame sat there, plotting how he wanted to make his next move. "You know, I was kind of surprised when I found out you and Deidara used to date."
Itachi turned and shot him an incredulous look. "Why is that?"
"You just don't strike me as a seme, that's all," Kisame said, shrugging.
"You're saying that since I look like a girl, I must be an uke, right?" Bingo.
Kisame resisted the urge to smirk. The weasel was playing right into his hands. "Can you blame me? You're so cute, you must have had guys all over you back home…"
Itachi rolled his eyes. "I've never let myself be topped."
"Oh really?" The Uchiha noticed that Kisame moved closer as he spoke. "Never?"
"Of course not," Itachi quickly said, shrinking back from the shark. "Why would I want something like that?"
Kisame shook his head. "Itachi, if you've never experienced it, how do you know it's so bad?" the weasel had no response. Kisame saw his chance and moved in closer, so there was barely an inch of space separating them. "Why don't you try it with me?" Before Itachi could reply, the shark had crashed their lips together in a kiss.
Itachi quickly broke away, intent on running like hell, but Kisame caught him in another kiss. Itachi's resistance weakened, and by the time he had broken away once more and been trapped in another kiss, his will to escape had crumbled to dust. "What the hell? This guy's been holding me hostage for nearly a week, then just starts kissing me, and I do nothing! Either I'm desperate, or suffering from an acute case of Stockholm syndrome." He barely registered the shark biting his lower lip until the man's tongue was within his mouth.
Itachi immediately began pushing against Kisame's hot tongue, only to lose the battle almost as quickly as it had begun. Kisame began to slowly run his tongue over every inch of the weasel's mouth, savoring the unique flavor and memorizing each nook and cranny. The Uchiha had to suppress a moan, hands reaching up and gripping the sleeves of Kisame's shirt. To his immense surprise, this sensation wasn't unpleasant in the least…in fact, he actually liked it.
Kisame shifted them around and lay Itachi down on the couch, breaking away from the weasel's lips to attack his neck. Itachi couldn't help but cry out as sharp pinpricks of pleasure shot through his body. "See, you do like this," Kisame muttered, hands sliding down Itachi's slim figure. His fingers quickly grasped the hem of the Uchiha's shirt and tugged the article of clothing upwards, pausing only long enough to undo the restraints on Itachi's hands.
Itachi released his death grip on Kisame's shirt long enough to allow the clothing to be removed before moving to undress his captor. Once they were both shirtless, Kisame stared down at the Uchiha and lightly ran his fingers over the smaller man's toned chest, earning a shiver for his action. "I'd say you like this a lot," he muttered thoughtfully, leaning in to give the Uchiha another bruising kiss.
Itachi felt his body heat up as the shark's hands ghosted down his sides, feeling him up. He pulled away and looked up at Kisame, eyes slowly glazing over with suppressed lust. "Kisame…" He whispered, mind beyond forming coherent sentences.
The shark looked down at his captive and felt himself grow hard at the sight. Damn he hadn't intended to rush things, but now…his hands moved to Itachi's pants, grabbing the hem and slowly slipping the remaining clothing off of the weasel. Itachi hissed as the cool air kissed his nether regions, blushing when he saw Kisame running his eyes up and down the Uchiha's slim figure. "You're beautiful, you know that…"
Kisame pulled off his own pants and boxers before pressing his fingers to the Uchiha's lips, ordering him to suck the digits. Itachi quickly opened his mouth and took the fingers in, wrapping his moist tongue around each one as the shark pressed down on the soft muscle, silently ordering the Uchiha to hurry up. Itachi opened and allowed the wet fingers to ghost down his body before entering him roughly, making the weasel cry out. "Too much?" Kisame asked in an almost playful voice. The Uchiha merely glared at him, making Kisame chuckle and move his digits. "Don't worry Ita-chan, I won't break you this time." The weasel's eyes shot open and he cried out, arching his back. "Here?" Kisame asked, repeating his previous motion.
"Yes, right there," Itachi whispered, eyes completely glazed over.
Kisame extracted his fingers and grabbed Itachi's legs, wrapping them around his waist to better position himself. "This will probably hurt you," he muttered. He slammed into the Uchiha, making the teen cry out from the feeling. "You're tight!"
"You're big," Itachi snapped, trying to relax his body and lessen the pain. The shark gave the smaller man a moment more to adjust before he began moving, sliding out and thrusting back in. Itachi let out a strangled scream, arms reaching up to grab the shark's forearms and dig into the blue flesh.
Kisame's pace increased, slamming into the weasel harder and faster than before. The normally quiet Itachi was now moaning and gasping beneath him, the shark's name leaving his lips every now and again. A fiery coil was building up within the Uchiha, and each well-aimed thrust pushed him closer and closer to that blissful edge. Finally, his body reached its limits, and with a cry he climaxed on their stomachs, body going limp. Kisame groaned as he felt the weasel tighten around in and exploded deep within the smaller man.
Itachi forced his body up off the couch and wrapped his arms around the shark's neck, panting heavily. He pressed his lips to Kisame's and pulled the larger man down on top of him, kissing him lovingly. The shark gently pulled away and began playing with the weasel's hair. "Want to be mine?" he asked quietly, eyes traveling over the weasel's face.
"Yes."
"Good. It's getting annoying to tie you up every night." Kisame climbed off the couch and scooped up the Uchiha, Itachi nuzzling into his chest. "Come on. We're going to bed."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~on the other side of town~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deidara finished gathering up his clothes and shot Sasori a disgruntled look. "I'd still like to know how you got me into bed, un," he growled at the puppet, who was sitting on the patio and leaning against the doorframe as he smoked.
"As I've told you before, you're too easy. Now go to sleep." Deidara hmmphed and walked out of the bedroom, dressing as he walked down the hall to the couch.
As soon as he flopped down on the couch, Deidara's body began to tremble. "Damn, why does he always act like I'm nothing but a sex toy, un?" He clenched his hands into fists and buried his face in a nearby pillow. "Does he really hate me that much, un? To just use me and toss me away when he's done?" he buried his face deeper into the pillow. "And what happens when he doesn't even want that anymore, un?"
Deidara prayed the pillow was enough to muffle the sobs that escaped his body before he fell asleep.