I know this is kind of weird since it keeps showing the same time frame but from different points of view, but just deal with it! I'm introducing a new plot point! Everyone loves Itachi, right?

. . . Well except Sasuke, obv. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there.


Kisame watched his lover's feet carefully, although he knew Itachi had walked these steps many times before, and his body had memorized the amount of space between each step. He still worried, that was his right as the person who cared about the weasel most. No matter how much the black-haired man protested, he would always worry about his lack of sight. He gripped the Uchiha's arm carefully as they walked up and stopped on the front porch.

"Spend the night with me tonight." The smooth voice of his lover penetrated his ears, and made him wish for something he had wished for every day of every week since he had met Itachi. Even after being with the man for more years than he had fingers on one hand, he was completely enthralled by Itachi's ability to be completely competent and skilled in pretty much. . . Everything. And being mouthwateringly attractive was included in his incredibly wide range of skills.

"Not tonight, Ita. Haku was in an accident today. Dad told me he's fine, but I really think I should stay and make sure he's alright for myself in the morning."

Itachi knew he could win an argument with the man any day of the week, but loved him too much to press the issue. Not so much as a year ago, he would have, just to have Kisame all to himself, even for one night, but now he knew what had to be done. He had always known, he supposed. Although he was the only one the shark was in love with, he would always be put second, to the youngest Hoshigaki brother, Haku, whom he had never even met before.

He had given up on the dream he once had, of living with his beloved. Of sharing a home with Kisame, sharing a bedroom with him. Deciding together how to decorate this house. Whether they should have pets. Adopt children.

Itachi had never considered himself a dreamer, nor overly romantic, but once you were with someone as long as he and the shark had been together, there were certain things you came to expect. He tried not to be assaulted by one of the only memories he had of himself crying, even counting his parent's deaths, begging Kisame to just move in with him, his brothers could take care of themselves, he wasn't a parent, it wasn't his responsibility to watch after them. Kisame had refused, like always. He always said they needed him.

Since then, Itachi had ignored that part of himself. The part to need Kisa with him all the time. He could deal with it, he had dealt with it for what seemed like forever. It had been easier than he expected, and he rarely, if ever, felt the painful squeeze in his chest as he used to, when he would watch Kisame leave, or have to leave him.

"Right. I know that. Stay with him." Itachi answered cooly. Most people would have resented the youngest brother, but the weasel knew it wasn't the boy's fault. He knew for certain that none of Kisa's family knew about him at all. They had always kept their relationship a complete secret. Which he supposed was for the best, when he really thought about it. At least for now. Although he often tried to convince himself he had given up the dream he once had of permanently living with his shark, a miniscule, burning part of him believed that perhaps when the boy turned 18, Kisame would finally leave the Hoshigaki manor.

"I want to go with you. You know that."

"Yes, I'm aware." Itachi said. He believed Kisa really did want to go with him, he always believed that. He knew how much the man loved him, had always loved him. "You could catch a cab early tomorrow back, before anyone is up."

The idea seemed to tempt the shark, his eyebrows raising up in thought, above his seemingly undersized eyes. Itachi could remember with perfect clarity every aspect of Kisame's physical attributes, even though it had been nearly 2 years since seeing them. "That. . . Is why you're the smarter of the two of us." Kisame said softly, grinning.

"You tell me often enough." He said briskly. Kisame had always admired Itachi's no-nonsense attitude.

"You can never just let me compliment you." He said, putting his arms around the weasel's waist, pulling their lower bodies together.

"Kisa." Itachi began warningly. "I grow weary of cheap flattery." It was true, for as long as he could remember, even before Kisame, people had always sucked up to him, telling him how great he was.

"Oho, but this flattery isn't cheap." The man countered. He wasn't concerned about his lover's moodiness, or his disdain for being complimented. He would continue to do so, and Ita would continue to hate it. It was just the way it was. But he also was no idiot - He knew that Itachi knew the difference in a stranger's generic compliment and a compliment from someone in love with you.

"Whatever you say. Are you coming or not?" The black-haired man asked, attempting to pull away. Kisame held tight, and brought one of his hands up to cup the beautiful Uchiha's chin, making their faces level.

"Tell me what we're going to do when we get to your house."

"I assume you're not asking me to explain the science of sleep."

"Not exactly." The shark said pleasantly, and jerked the smaller man's face a tiny bit. He knew Ita couldn't see how close their faces were, but he remembered what the black-haired man had once told him, soon after the complete loss of his eyesight: When he couldn't see, his other senses were magnified to a strength they had never been before. Kisame knew he could hear, smell, taste everything to a more powerful degree, and he could sense the presence of someone, like if someone entered a room he was in. "I was thinking more along the lines of you talking dirty to me."

"I suppose that wouldn't be an appropriate subject to dwell on while in the back of the cab."

Kisame glanced back at the yellow taxi in the street, the exhaust pipe chugging hot clouds into the cold night air, the driver looking bored, flipping through some sort of magazine. He knew the driver had no problem waiting, since he himself had passed the bearded man a crisp bill with a number in the triple digits on it. "I think that guy would pretty much let you suck my dick in the back of the cab, Itachi." He said, and watched the weasel's pink tongue flit out to wet his bottom lip before disappearing back into his mouth.

"Well I certainly can't talk dirty to you in that case."

"Hm?"

"It's so impolite to talk with your mouth full." He said shortly, and felt Kisame's chest rumble against him as he laughed, and heard his rough voice chuckling. "What's with the sudden, er. . . Friskiness, anyway?"

"It's been awhile." The shark reminded him lowly, nipping at the lower lip of his lover, carefully. He would hate to break the skin of those lovely lips with his overly sharp teeth. Although it had happened before a few times, on complete accident, Kisa tried his best to prevent it from happening.

And who's fault is that? Itachi thought bitterly, but didn't speak it out loud. "I was beginning to wonder if you had lost interest in me." He said, but both of them knew it was sarcasm. Kisame contemplated telling him about the time he had spent the night before, sweating and turning in his bed, his cock pulsing against his stomach, with achingly lucid images of Itachi's body and face in his brain, and decided to opt for it.

"You might not think so if you had been with me last night. I would have killed a hundred guys just to have you in my bed."

"You could have called. You know you only need to ask." He retorted dryly.

"I know." Kisa sighed. "But. . . It was late, and. . . I know you were trying to sleep."

"I would sleep better beside you." He said before he could stop himself. He felt the man tense a little, guiltily, and wished he hadn't spoken at all. "Don't." He said quickly. "Just. . . Come make up for it tonight."

"Make up for it?" Kisame asked, stroking his calloused thumbs over Itachi's smooth cheekbones. When they had first gotten together, so long ago, he remembered being so nervous about everything. Worried he would wreck what amazing miracle had happened and made such an amazing person be interested in him. It had all seemed so surreal and strange, someone who everyone seemed to envy or want, wanted him. Even though they had decided to keep their relationship a secret, it had always been difficult for him to keep from telling people that the beautiful Uchiha was his.

"Mm." The weasel made a noise of consent in his throat, and felt his lover's lips close over his, his strong, big hands tightening on his face. Using his uniquely shaped teeth to forcefully open the gorgeous man's mouth, the shark kissed him hard and deeply, neither of them aware of the angry eyes glued to them from above.

"Oh man, Ita. I can't wait any longer. I want you."

"Well, you'll have to wait about 10 minutes, you know." He answered, referring to the amount of distance to his home, the home he lived in with his best friend - A blind person couldn't live alone. But he was immensely satisfied about Kisame's urgency. He was rather heated himself. . . It had been awhile since he and the man had stolen some time to themselves. He knew Kisa was watching Haku's current bodyguard carefully, and didn't like to leave a lot.

"That's my limit." The shark chuckled, kissing him quickly again. He felt Itachi gasp against his mouth (Which was a rare occurence in itself), as they both heard a loud banging noise and felt the air from the front door bursting open behind them. Kisame turned quickly, his eyes widening and his mouth turning to a scowl as he saw who stood at the door.

"What is going on- Oh! Kisame!" Haku stepped back immediately, all of his anger and rage draining away to leave his body panting and his cheeks flaming. "I-" He stopped, his fists clenching. Not Sasuke. This man was taller than Sasuke, his features slightly different in their elegant and aristocratic ways. But before Haku could utter another word, he felt the bizarre sensation of feeling as though he were looking at some sort of time warp, an older version of his black-haired friend.

He felt Zabuza reach him, but didn't turn and say a word. He couldn't. Kisame was glaring at him with complete rage and fury, something Haku had never seen on the friendly man's face before. "I'm sorry!" Haku gasped. "I thought you were kissing. . . Someone." He finished weakly. What was he supposed to say? Out of 7 billion people on the planet, I assumed the person you were making out with was my friend?

"I was kissing someone." The shark snapped. "I'm 29 years old, Haku, I assumed I was allowed to do that without you feeling the need to confront me."

"I wasn't confronting you! I'm so sorry, Kisame!" He said miserably, and wanted nothing more than to close the door and fall back into bed and pretend none of this ever happened.

Zabuza raised an eyebrow, glancing between the oldest Hoshigaki brother, and the man he was with. Neither of them had moved, except pulling their faces apart, where he was certain theirs mouths had been fused together. Kisa's hands relunctantly peeled away from Itachi's hips, belatedly. Haku couldn't help but finally glance up into the face of the man across from his older brother, and really look. His skin was nearly luminous in it's tone, his features perfectly blended together to make the face of someone who looked like a model. He could have been one, Haku realized in slight awe. His hair was edgy and choppy like Sasuke's, and certainly as dark, though a little longer in Haku's opinion. The simple black jeans and black turtleneck were wrapped around a slim body that was long, much taller than Haku himself. But it was his eyes that made Haku tilt his head slightly in surprise. They were the strangest color, like a rich, expensive wine, such a deep burgandy. And they seemed to stare right through something, not look directly at it. Haku watched in horrified anticipation as the man inhaled.

"I have to be going, Kisame. I'll call you tomorrow." He said, and took a step toward their steps. Zabuza could clearly see the man was feeling some sort of incredibly strong emotion and trying hard not to show it.

"Ita. . ." Kisame looked sad. "I love you." He said. Itachi didn't turn, but stepped quickly.

"I love you, too." He said, and then huffed out a breath as his agitated, speedy footsteps got ahead of him, and he tripped. Zabuza's trained eyes could see even as the attractive man began to fall and wondered if he should lunge forward to catch him. His decision was made for him when Kisame, nearly automatically as if he was used to this sort of thing, snapped his arm up to catch him. When the weasel had steadied himself, he made an angry noise in his throat.

"Ah! Are you alright?" Haku cried out, before he could stop himself. It was obvious the man did not want to talk to him or see him, but he couldn't help his instinctive outburst. He noticed the man didn't turn to look at him, as he hadn't with Kisame, but he spoke.

"I'm fine. I misjudged the distance." Were his only words as he made the rest of the way perfectly, and slammed the door of the taxi cab. It sped away, and the shark slowly turned to face the pair standing in the doorway. It only occured to Haku right then that the man had been blind. Completely and totally without sight. The thought frightened him a little bit, but he was amazed that someone could be so graceful as to pull it off like that. Well, besides the fact that he had nearly fallen, but he assumed that was probably a somewhat rare occurence.

"I'm going to bed." He growled at Haku, who bit his lower lip apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Kisame!" He said again. Zabuza backed up a few inches to let the eldest brother through. He didn't want to get involved in family drama. "Please don't be angry. . . I didn't know you. . . Loved someone." The last two words were said in an nearly inaudible whisper. Zabuza could see the words physically affect Kisame, as he stopped dead in his tracks, his back still facing them.

"Now you know." He said.

"How long have you?" Haku asked, and Kisame turned, his eyes oddly blank, as if concealing something.

"Years." He finally said, relunctantly. The gears in Zabuza's mind worked instantly, he himself figuring the entire scenario out far before Haku could. The reason why Itachi had been so oddly cold to the youngest Hoshigaki, all the times Kisa had been 'out' but with nobody knowing where he was going, and the fact that the man still lived at home.

"He said he loves you back." Haku whispered tilting his head slightly. He frowned. "Why don't you-"

"You should go to bed, Haku." Zabuza interjected pointedly, glancing at the shark, whose odd, beady eyes had distinct gratitude in them. "You went through a lot today. Rest is good for you."

"Yes." Haku said absently, waving a hand toward the bodyguard, his eyes still focused intently on his older brother. "Why don't you live with him? If you've been together for years? It doesn't make sens-"

"Your mother and father would want me to put you to bed." The brown-haired man said again, through gritted teeth.

"Answer me, Kisa." Haku said again, his voice seeming very small and childish. Zabuza mentally groaned, knowing exactly what was coming.

"I couldn't leave you here on your own." The man said, his tone somewhat distant. "You needed taking care of."

The words echoed in Haku's head while he stood, feeling as though his blood had turned to ice in his veins and his heart had stopped in mid-beat. He couldn't speak for a moment, but he felt his mouth tremble open. "I don't understand." He said slowly, though he really did.

"It's nothing Haku, just go to sleep like Zabuza said." Kisame commanded, turning toward the stairs. He began to walk up them, and growled when he felt Haku's hand grab onto his wrist from behind.

"Kisame, why won't you talk to me? I'm just asking one question." He said, his breath shuddering out slightly.

"It's not your fault, alright? I made my own choice and I don't have to explain it to you."

"You and Itachi don't live together because of me." He said softly, looking down toward the floor. "You've been with him for years and you never-"

"Just drop it." The shark snapped. "I'm not talking about this anymore."

"He must hate me." Haku concluded quietly. Zabuza chanced a glance at the teenager's face and immediately regretted it. His cocoa eyes were shimmering with anger and hurt and tears. Kisame didn't answer him. The older man stormed up the stairs and the pair downstairs heard his bedroom door slam closed.

"Haku, don't cry." Zabuza said, clearing his throat. The boy didn't answer him, just gazed up the stairs which his oldest brother had retreated up. One fat droplet spread on his lower lashes then trickled down his cheek, dripping down his face and turning into a dark spot on his loose-fitting t-shirt.

"It doesn't matter." The teenager said quickly, gripping the handrail so he could fling himself up the stairs quickly and run up them. It barely registered in the man's mind that even as Haku ran, his footsteps were basically silent. It was in his nature to be quiet and out of the way. He hurriedly followed him up the stairs and by the time Haku got to his own bedroom door, Zabuza was just inches behind him.

"Zabuza, I-" He was hushed by the man's hands resting on his shoulders, squeezing reassuredly. Zabuza wasn't the sweet, comforting type, but he seemed inclined to be so with the pretty boy.

"Come on." The man said under his breath, pushing Haku the last few feet into his doorway and closing it behind them. He sincerely hoped he had closed his own bedroom door so nobody would suspect that he wasn't sound asleep in bed if they happened to walk down the hallway. Hiding he and Haku's relationship was getting slightly more difficult than he had anticipated, but now wasn't the time to think about that.

"I can't believe he hid that from everyone for so long." Haku whimpered, as Zabuza pushed him into a sitting position on his mattress. He brought his knees up to his chest, hiding his face in them. The man frowned, noting that particular position seemed to comfort the boy, but he had no idea why.

"It's his business." He reminded the boy.

"But. . . He said he loves him!" He cried. "They love each other, and they can't be together all the time because of me."

"You didn't make the decision, Kisame did."

"But why does he think I need taking care of?" Haku sobbed into his knees, hating the fact that he was crying. It was such an immature thing to do, and he knew Zabuza must have felt so uncomfortable. But he couldn't help it.

". . . You don't think you need taking care of?" Zabuza asked slowly. He carefully sat in a chair on the opposite wall from the bed. If someone did happen to walk in, he certainly didn't want them finding the two of them in bed together, no matter how platonic it would seem, with Haku crying hysterically.

"That's what you're here for." He snapped angrily, in a muffled voice.

"I haven't always been here." The man answered. "You'd do well to remember that."

Haku raised his face slowly, biting his lower lip. "What are you trying to say?" He asked in a very small voice.

"Nothing." Zabuza answered quickly. "I just mean that I only became your bodyguard recently."

"Kisame doesn't trust you. . . " Haku realized, his eyes widening. He sat up, leaning back against his headboard. Zabuza frowned, wondering how the Hell this had just dawned on the teenager.

"That is obvious." He answered, and watched bright, brown eyes trail back over to him.

"Why not?" The boy asked, crossing his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed.

"I don't know." The escort said sarcastically.

"This is ridiculous. You're. . . You're. . . " He trailed off, and sighed.

"He has no reason to trust me."

"What are you talking about!?" Haku asked, pushing off his mattress and standing beside it. "You're amazing." He said, deciding the word was most like what he had been searching his mind for. He made slow, deliberate steps toward the chair, making Zabuza inch back slowly, dull gray eyes widened slightly. "You really are." He whispered.

"Well, that's a matter of opinio- Haku." He said quickly, when the boy purposefully draped his arms around the man's neck and shoulders, his own flexible legs comfortably resting on either side of Zabuza's muscled ones. This seemed to be a favorite position of his, Zabuza thought, gritting his teeth. And it was all too dangerous, too tempting. Too indicative of what was between them, and what could be between them. Which was, of course, nothing.

"Zabuza." He retorted. He was still crying a little. "I have to fix this."

". . . This?" Damn his brain cells malfunctioning always, when the boy was so close to him.

"Kisame and. . . "

"Ita." Zabuza supplied helpfully, remembering what Kisame had said, his eyes struggling not to roll downward to gaze on the teenager's lithe body.

"Yes." Haku said thoughtfully. "Ita." He looked spacey for a moment, but recovered. "Zabuza?" He asked.

"Hm?" The man grunted.

"Why do you say Kisa shouldn't trust you?"

"You're straddling me. You're always doing that."

"Is that all?" Haku asked, smiling a little. It seemed his tears were drying. "I love you."

"I love you." The man repeated. "How do you plan to fix this?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe Sasuke can help. He's so smart about relationships." Haku said softly, then grinned a little more. "Just wait until I tell him that I thought my brother was kissing him. It was so strange, wasn't it? How much that guy looked like him?"

"It was a little bizarre." Zabuza agreed. He heaved a sigh, and gently set Haku on his feet. "You should get some sleep."


Deidara rolled his blue eyes toward the heavens, having heard some of what had gone on downstairs. He still hadn't gone to bed, he was so jittery and hyper. So Kisame had a lover, big deal. He was old. What was Haku's problem, anyway? He couldn't stop thinking about Sasori.

He was so different from anyone the blonde had ever come in contact with. He was not a creeper, Deidara thought bitterly, scowling at his cluttered desk. Why did people think that, anyway? Well, okay, he was a little weird sometimes, but Dei fully believed that the red-haired man was just misunderstood. Of course regular people didn't get him. He was, like. . . One of those deep, brooding, moody artists. A rebel.

Deidara couldn't help but find such a dark personality irresistably alluring. He glanced at the clock and sighed. He should really get into bed. It was way too late to be up, but it was so hard for him to care. He wanted Sasori to come to his window or something like in a movie and throw a pebble against it so the blonde would know he was there.

He would open the window and pretend to be shocked. "Oh Sasori! What are you doing here!?"

"I just had to come see you, baby. I can't stay away from you." He would say it in that wonderful voice, with his eyes all intense and his mouth in that arrogant little smirk. He would hold out his hand and gesture for Deidara to come outside to him.

"But I can't come out there!"

"Come on, live a little. You don't always follow the rules."

"But how am I supposed to get down there to you without everyone knowing? I can't just walk out the front door!" He would rationalize, though he wanted desperately to be out there with Sasori, instead of trapped in his home.

"Just jump down to me. I'll catch you." He would say. Deidara would pretend to think this was a bad idea.

"I can't do that, I'm on the second floor!"

"Don't you trust me?" The auburn-haired man would ask, and brace himself, standing right under the blonde's window, ready to catch him.

Deidara grinned at his fantasy, trying to resist rolling his eyes. Okay, so Sasori would probably not call him 'baby', and he probably wouldn't stand under a window to catch him so they could roll around together passionately in the manicured grass in frontof his house. He sighed, shaking his head as he absently unbuttoned his tight jeans. He at least needed to try going to sleep. As he peeled them down his legs, he noticed a tiny white slip of paper flutter from his waistbanddown to his carpet. He pulled the clothing the rest of the way off and reached down, picking the mysterious paper up, examining it closely.

'7378935 - Sasori' was the only thing written in small, neat letters on the very small scrap. Deidara's eyes widened, and he pressed the little piece of paper to his lips. He pulled it away quickly, running his eyes over it again. How did it get there? The man must have stuck it in without him noticing.

"He really likes me." Deidara whispered excitedly. His tongue ran over his lips fervently as he realized the number wasn't a local area number, it had to be for a cellphone. He yanked his own slim, expensive phone off his nightstand and punched in the numbers, after selecting "Send a new text message" from his menu.

You're sneaky. Was all he typed in before sending it, feeling nervous. He flopped down on his bed, wiggling in pure nerves and excitement, and wondered what Sasori would think about him wiggling and squealing on his bed in his underwear. He'd probably call him a retard. He nearly jumped when he heard the tiny beep meaning he had a new message, from his cellular.

You don't approve? Deidara snorted. Approve? God, he felt like he could run a marathon. He couldn't believe he actually had Sasori Akasuna's cellphone number. And everyone had told him that Sasori was impossible to get close to. It was like he had a wall up to protect himself from the rest of the world. They had been wrong, Deidara realized happily. So totally, completely wrong.

I guess this means I can talk to you whenever I want. Deidara sent back. He glared at his phone, as if willing Sasori to send him something back, quickly. He supposed this way was better than nothing, though he would have loved to hear the man's voice most of all. It had only been a few hours but already he felt like Sasori's wonderfully low voice was like a drug he needed every few hours.

How about face-to-face tomorrow at 1:00? Do you eat? Sasori was asking him on a date. A real date. Like people in real relationships went on. Oh god oh god oh god.

I eat. Where do you want to go? Deidara sent it, and squealed a little in his throat. This couldn't really be happening to him.

Anywhere. Anywhere, anywhere. Did he know any good restaurants? No. Haku would know some, he was into all that fancy bullshit like fancy eating and whatnot. Deidara stopped, his thoughts of fancy restaurants evaporating from his brain. Anywhere meant Sasori just wanted to see him, he didn't care where they went or what they did.

Sasori just wanted to see him.

How about you come to my house tomorrow and we can talk about it. Deidara suggested, punching in the address of his house, and pushed send with his thumb.

Fine. Was the only reply, but nothing short of 'I'm madly in love with you, Deidara Hoshigaki' would have been better to the blonde. He carefully set his phone down on the dresser and then slapped at the switch on his wall, turning off his light. He burrowed under his covers, squeezing his eyes shut. He needed plenty of sleep to look amazing for Sasori tomorrow.

He fell into a sweet slumber with a sweet smile on his lips.


So of course I couldn't leave you hanging with Sasori and Deidara. Deidara is incredibly fun to write, just like Naruto. Lol, I guess the saying about blondes is true?

So, I totally love KisaIta. I hope you guys do, too, because they're the last couple I'm going to introduce, I think. Maybe not, but we'll see. In fact, this story has all of my very favorite yaoi couples from Naruto EXCEPT KakaIru, and I couldn't think of a way to include them. Maybe I'll just a do a nice oneshot pertaining to them later to make up for it.