Another reincarnation story
11.
"That's right," Itachi heard his attacker whisper. "Relax."
He wanted to gasp but couldn't because of Kisame's hand over his mouth. He leaned into the man, not caring if it was dangerous or not. Hell, if he should die, he should die enjoying this.
"Itachi-san, relax."
Kisame had told him this so often. In the first times they laid together, those were the most frequent words on Kisame's lips. Lips that were so close to Itachi's ear right now, making his body twitch with longing. He winced under Kisame's touch, enjoying it too much. How often had he been in this situation, having two of his lover spoiling him. Kisame's relentless chakra reserve had always been useful, even in their act of love.
Itachi moaned into Kisame's hand, his arousal quickly growing at the thought of the past. He breathed in shakily and tried as best he could to do as Kisame commanded. Slowly, he felt the monster shift behind him. He felt Kisame's knee at the small of his back as he was slowly being pushed down to the tatami. Having his attacker more or less pinning him down with his own weight, Itachi moaned again.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Itachi tried to nod, but was unable to because of Kisame's hand still pushing him down to the tatami. "Don't scream, Itachi-san." Kisame whispered and removed his hand slowly. He pushed Itachi's Hitai-ate down to cover his eyes and turned the genius around. He immediately pinned Itachi's hands down above his head, while the other started searching Itachi's aching body for weapons.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Itachi gasped. He cursed himself for his stupidity. Of all things he could have said, he chose these two foolish questions to ask.
"So delicate," Kisame's found his weapon pouch and removed it. His hand then went under Itachi's shirt, searching for his secret kunais. He found them easily for Itachi had dressed himself many times before the monster. "And dangerous." Kisame chuckled.
"Stop!" the Uchiha genius begged. His couldn't hold this any longer. With Kisame's hot breath on his cheeks and Kisame's strong hands wandering over his abdomen, Itachi's teenage body trembled with lust. He pushed his groin upwards, inviting Kisame to do whatever he pleased.
"Excited to see me, Itachi-san?" The monster teased. "I'm flattered."
"Remove my blindfold, I won't harm you." The ANBU captain promised. He desperately wanted to face Kisame, gaze into those golden eyes and see his own lover in there. He wanted to believe that this assault was born out of love rather than ill-intent. If not...
"I'm not stupid enough to face the famous sharingan head on," Kisame replied, his voice rich with humor. "You were the ANBU in the meeting, weren't you? You are crow."
"That's classified," he winced, struggling to get free. Kisame's body was heating up against his and Itachi was already fighting his own urges.
"You stopped my blade. You're fast." Kisame praised. "Not everyone can do that."
"Release me!" Itachi panted. He really needed to do something now.
"I like where you are, Itachi-san."
"Kisame, please." If he didn't stop right now, he might just spread his legs and welcome the familiar stranger. "It's your last warning."
"Oho! Seeing you like this, I can barely contain myself."
Enough was enough, Itachi decided. Without warning, Itachi gathered the rest of the chakra that was left inside him. He was almost depleted. With careful regulation, he might yet survive this fight.
Kisame noticed the motion under him and a large hand reached for Itachi's throat. Itachi used the change of shifted balance to turn himself into crows. The bird separated from his body, charging into the sharkish man. Kisame raised his hand to defend his eyes and cursed. His fingers closed around the handle of Samehada and the great sword cut through the air. Itachi reformed himself behind the monster, ripping the hitai-ate down from his eyes.
He felt the bunshin Kisame still hadn't dissolved charge from the left and rolled skillfully out of the way. He dived for his kunais just as Kisame's sword landed where he had been a second before. Before he was on his feet again, the throwing knife Itachi was so proficient with pierced the clone. With a faint pop, it disappeared into smoke. The smaller man used this for cover to flip out of Kisame's reach. He scanned the scenery before him and noticed that Kisame had used lesser force than usual. Samehada didn't even split the tatami.
With a predatory grin spread across his features, the shark-man lunged for Itachi. The genius sidestepped the attack easily and quickly brought more distance between himself and the enemy. His heart pounded with both excitement and hurt. He frowned deeply, fighting the urge to kill the imposter or kiss him.
For an instant, red eyes met golden ones. Kisame snarled, showing his sharp teeth. Itachi glowered, his eyes changing shape, from three tomoes to a three-bladed shuriken. He observed with unparalleled sight how Kisame's expression slipped. As if in slow-motion, Kisame jumped for the much smaller man. But not in assault Itachi realized in that moment.
Something strange happened inside him. He felt his fingers loosen around the handle of his kunai as his legs carried him directly towards the charging monster. He noticed only in passing that Kisame had gave up his hold on his sword and was somehow welcoming him with open arms. Itachi gasped as his heart jumped. He closed his eyes and allowed it to happen.
The clinch Kisame enforced around him was fierce and crushing. He pushed the smaller man down to the ground with ease for the genius himself was too busy moaning with pleasure. Itachi raised his own arms to wrap them around those broad shoulders as Kisame's lips landed on his.
It was as if all things finally fell into place. He closed his eyes and for the first time in three years, he didn't have to pretend when being kissed. He opened his mouth to welcome the tongue he knew so well. Though he knew exactly what was coming for him, he was still surprised by the warmth this man carried. He cherished it as if the fire resting in the Kiri-nin was the air he needed to survive. After years of being lovers, Itachi still believed no other lips were as sweet as Kisame's.
He pressed himself closer to man he loved and rubbed against that strong body. Kisame supported him, helping him climb onto his lap, all without breaking the kiss. If it was up to Itachi, he'd never break that kiss again. He moaned into those lips and swayed up and down in Kisame's grasp. His lower body returned to life with new passion. It made him wince as his arousal quickly grew into a painful state.
His hands had a will of their own. They pulled at his own collar and pushed at Kisame's jacket. Huge hands caught the brim of his shirt and pulled it over Itachi's head. He bemoaned the sensation of loss as Kisame's lips left him for that instant. It made him gasp all the more as the much bigger man crashed into him again, rejoining their connection with even more vigor.
Itachi could feel Kisame's manhood through his pants, pressing against him like the handle of a sword. It reminded him of the pleasure this man could give him and the gentleness awaiting after. He pushed Kisame down and climbed up. Riding the man, Itachi had excellent control of how his lean body should move. He rubbed against the Kiri-nin, finally making Kisame groan.
The sound coming from that throat almost killed him. He couldn't listen to it without feeling the wave of lust attacking him, robbing him of the last of his composure. He caught the collar of Kisame's black undershirt. With a jolt, he split the fabric in half, revealing the blue skin that was so unique. It was beyond beautiful. He allowed himself a second to simply watch Kisame under him, face also flushed with lust.
It was a sight he should never forget again. He bowed down and closed his eyes. His lips traced the hard jawline that was so masculine and moved down to lick his neck. He nipped at it, feeling Kisame's arousal twitch at the stimulation. His lips went down to caress the muscles on Kisame's chest. He could feel the rise and fall of that huge ribcage under the flesh and it had him mesmerized. If it weren't for Kisame's hands that gently directed him back upwards, Itachi could have spent hours simply kissing those dark nipples.
Itachi felt the world turn around him. Before he knew it, Kisame was lying on him again, pressing him into the tatami. Knees pushed at his slender thighs, driving them further apart. As Kisame bowed down to caress his neck, warm groin pressed forcefully against his own. The pleasure almost overwhelmed him. His teenage body was full of hormones that were trying to get out for a year now. They latched onto this chance and drove the genius towards the brink of madness.
He moaned loudly as Kisame pushed forth again, bringing him to the point of ecstasy. He threw his head back, presenting his fragile neck to a monster that was devouring him. His arms clung to Kisame's neck, pulling his body upwards to meet his lover's. He wrapped his legs around Kisame's waist, almost dangling from the bigger man.
Hands fumbled at the hem of his pants. When things didn't go as fast as both wanted, Kisame simply ripped Itachi's fly apart. A large hand went beneath the fabric, teasing the sensitive skin of Itachi's loin. He moaned, eyes closed and face flushed. He licked his lips in joy while his hand trailed down those abs and stopped only when he was close to Kisame's standing manhood.
This was the most erotic moment of his life. Never before had he been more aroused. Never before had he experienced a moment where the sheer force of longing could bring him to his peak. His whole body was aching, caused by a lover he had not felt in years. He gazed up at the bigger man and the word "forever" suddenly filled his mind. As Kisame's fingers closed around his erection, Itachi felt a tingle of his impending release.
He was so close now. He pulled the sharkman down to himself and pressed his lips hard against Kisame's. He needed the man to be there, to help him muffle the moan that was growing louder with every breath. He needed Kisame to eventually smother the gasp that was sure to come.
That was when his shinobi senses alerted him.
"Itachi? Hoshigaki-san?" His mother called. Several footsteps approached quickly, rocking the ground they were laying on.
Kisame pushed away from him faster than a man could blink. Itachi landed back on the mat, feeling used and discarded. He suppressed the mortification and hurt that grasped him instantly. Panting hard, Itachi fought down the orgasm that was about to come. He ripped his eyes open and poured all the chakra his had into his famous eyes.
Barely a breath later, the door was being pushed open, revealing his parents and the Mizukage, followed by Ao. They smiled down at him and then looked toward an empty spot on the other side of the table, where Kisame had occupied before their tangle.
"How was the tea, Kisame?" Mei asked, placing a hand on her curvy hips. "Did you enjoy it?"
Behind him, Itachi felt Kisame shift nervously. Of course the sharkman was trying to hide his partial nudity and the evidence for their inappropriate meeting. But in the genjutsu Itachi had just created, the Kiri-nin was leaning against the table casually.
"It was excellent." Itachi didn't need much to mimic his partner's voice. He had listened to it for eight years of his life. "Itachi-san found my favorite kind."
"How generous." Mei waved with one hand. "But I think we have demanded enough of their hospitality. Now, we should leave and let them to rest."
"Of course," the false Kisame replied and reached for his weapon.
Satisfied with his answer, the Mizukage turned towards Itachi's parents, who were showing her the way out. Itachi waited until they were out of sight, before turning towards his once partner.
"What's happening?" Kisame gasped, trying to hide his ripped shirt under his jacket. He scrambled to his feet and swung Samehada on his back again. Itachi swallowed, just by looking at him he could see there was no hiding the mess Itachi had made on his neck. Kisame seemed to notice his gaze and moved his hand to touch it. He frowned, then loosened his own hitai-ate enough so it landed around his neck.
"It's a genjutsu," Itachi explained, also looking for his shirt. "You should hurry."
"Itachi-san," Kisame started as the genius hustled him towards the door.
"Not now, Kisame." Itachi commanded automatically. Even after three years, he fell back into his old habit as if it was yesterday. He pulled his shirt over his head and bound his hitai-ate around his own forehead again. "No one must know about us."
He pushed Kisame out of the door into the hallway which led to the front gate. Itachi's parents were already bowing to the Mizukage who tried to look past them to see where her guard was hiding. Kisame noticed the gaze due to the heightened senses of every good shinobi. Pretending to be saying goodbye, Kisame bowed down before the genius without breaking eye-contact.
"When can I see you again? I must speak to you." The bigger man whispered with his lips barely moving.
"Tonight," Itachi quickly replied, also bowing. "Meet me at the river."