Wow this took forever. Well, it's not really good and not really relevant either. It's not even as long as the other chapters. But hell, whatever.

STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT. BORDERING ON UTTER PERVERSION. It's pretty bad. But hey, it's my first actually good lemon, so go with it. SEXUAL LANGUAGE TOO. I'm a sicko, don't let it get to you. Enjoy the smut, I hope to never write it again.

"...You're the kid who keeps staring at me in math."

"I'm only 2 years younger than you."

Kisame huffed a little, stuffed his big hands into his pockets, and raised his nose in the air. It was already enough that the kid was in the senior math class as a sophomore, making everyone feel like an idiot.

"...I'm not interested in anything you have to say, shrimpy."

Itachi frowned, straightening up on his tiptoes. Kisame huffed again.

"I don't have time to waste on you. Beat it."

Itachi stared at Kisame, like he was harmless, like that threatening tone was nothing. Kisame was easily 2 or 3 feet taller than him. He was on the basketball team, naturally, and you obviously didn't want to mess with him. But even though Kisame looked about to beat him senseless, he opened his naïve little mouth.

"I like you," he said. He blinked up at the tall gray man, waiting for a reaction or answer. Kisame stared down at him, his oxygen gone. He took a strained breath and tried to make sense of things.

"...What was that?"

"How about a movie? I heard about this really good one with exploding helicopters."

It seemed like the whole world stopped revolving. Everyone around them stopped to stare, and stare until their eyes got dry, and even longer. Everyone knew Kisame as brutish, obscene, and downright hot-blooded. Girls never asked him out because they knew he was insane. So why didn't it stop this kid? And he was a boy, to top it off.

"...Do you know who I am, shrimpy?" Kisame had to ask. The crowd that had grown considerably stepped back in fear of their lives. Itachi's heels rocked against the linoleum hallway floor. He nodded his head calmly, still looking over Kisame dazedly.

"You're Kisame Hoshigaki, year 12, born March 15th in California, America. You have a D+ in Calculus, an F in Chemistry, and an A+ in English. Your favorite color is blue, and your favorite hobby is playing sports video games. Nintendo 64."

Either the kid was cheeky, or he had memorized one of his life records. Kisame's nostrils flared and he grabbed Itachi's collar to haul him off the ground to meet his face. Itachi blinked coolly at the fist raised and aimed for his nose.

"You're pushing my fucking buttons, shrimpy."

"That pet name isn't a good one. Try another."

"What do you have in mind, shrimpy?"

Itachi's legs dangled as he thought. Kisame's patience was at an impasse.

"...Baby," he said proudly. The crowd disappeared in utter terror. Kisame's pointed teeth bit at his lip, trying not to overdo it and break the kid's neck. He looked pretty fragile.

"I'm not going to go out with you," Kisame growled. Itachi swung back and forth in Kisame's unrelenting grip, but kept his composed face void of feeling.

"Why not?"

Kisame wanted to just finish this horrible mishap. He dropped Itachi harshly to his feet, which wobbled a little before gaining ground.

"I'm not gay," he said plainly, "and I don't like you, shrimpy."

Itachi pouted a little, his finger poking at his temple lightly in thought.

"Will you let me convince you?" he asked. Kisame didn't really have an answer. Tired, and having a growing headache, he shrugged.

"...There's nothing else to do," he mumbled. It was then that Kisame glanced up at Itachi's newfound smile that shimmered and proved himself a worthy experiment. Kisame's jaw hit the floor at his beautiful grin, the beam that he knew he couldn't get over quickly.

"That was the answer I was looking for...K."

"Good morning, star shine!"

I craned my neck so he could give me a kiss on the cheek.

"The earth says hello!"

I tried not to smile. Back in high school, I was the one trying to get fancy with Kisame. I'd say lots of stupid things, and he'd usually just ignore me. But how the tables had turned; Itachi had mastered Kisame.

"I love you, K," I said. He must have been taken aback, because he didn't respond for a moment.

"Well wasn't that out of the blue?" Kisame murmured, leaning down to press his elbows to the table like I was doing. I scoffed with little energy.

"Like that wasn't?" I asked, speaking of his morning introduction. He grinned big again.

"No, it wasn't. My beautiful star shine..." he slipped his enormous hand across my tiny pale cheek and I felt myself get a shiver.

"You're very poetic today," I whispered to him with no need for quiet. His grin still sat upon his lean gray face, stroking a thumb across my cheekbone. My lips pursed.

"Don't you have work today?" I asked out of context. He barely nodded, his eyes getting soft and drawing me in.

"...But I could always ditch," he called softly, leaning forward to take my willing lips.

It was hard to believe that the roles had been switched only a few years ago. It was my sophomore year when I met Kisame, his senior year. I tried so hard, it was almost the death of me. And to think, these days, I don't even have to lift a finger for him to come running. He's there every time I need him.

And it's when I think things like that, I wonder if he needs me as much as I need him.

I arched impossibly against him. I was practically sitting on the table, at this point, getting as close to him as I could. The cold marble made me hiss against his pale lips.

"...So needy all of a sudden," he breathed against me. I couldn't answer. My mind was all K. My tongue slipped out past my lips, and just like him, he latched onto it vigorously. My brain officially shut off at that point, remembering times so like this.

"That's not how you do it."

Kisame angrily pushed Itachi away, letting the much smaller boy fall to the hard waxed floor on his fragile ass. Itachi looked up at the basketball star staring down at him so menacingly.

"You little fuck. I should have never agreed to let you do this."

Itachi pursed his unloved lips up at him, the man who was entirely unfazed. He slowly stood up, his unhealthy knees shaking a little. He could feel Kisame's bold beady eyes on them, so he resisted the trembles and straightened as well as he could. Itachi crawled back onto the basketball auditorium's small stage and slipped up to his lap again. The anger was still radiating off the larger man, and Itachi had to be cautious. He batted his long eyelashes.

"You're learning something."

Kisame raised his fist, ready to strike again, but Itachi clung to Kisame's royal blue team jacket. His long boney fingers curled tightly around it and tugged. Though Kisame was too big for Itachi to overpower in such a way, it made him hesitate, and it was just the opportunity for the Uchiha.

"Please close your eyes," he whispered. Kisame had never heard Itachi say "please", nor had he ever whispered in such a sad and demanding voice. Kisame hesitated again, but found he couldn't disobey those swirling black eyes pleading at him.

Eyes closed, Kisame was waiting. Itachi didn't actually think Kisame would listen to him, so he had to wait a moment to resolve himself. He leaned in slowly, painfully slow, and felt the soft but suspiciously anxious breath of his new boyfriend against his own. Hands folded slowly, carefully, over Kisame's big calloused palms. Itachi immediately felt the different in size, how his whole hand fit snugly in just his palm, barely even reaching the first joint in his fingers. Beside the point, Itachi had waited too long for Kisame, and he clenched his fist around Itachi's tiny pale hand.

"...Are you going to do it or what, shrimpy?"

Itachi clenched his own hand inside Kisame's fist, affirming. Kisame sighed through his nose and waited anxiously once again. Itachi somehow mustered the courage to kiss him, but Kisame had already lost his patience.

Kisame kissed Itachi so suddenly, the Uchiha almost bolted up and high-tailed it. Itachi had never had Kisame kiss him, he'd barely kissed Kisame. And Kisame was a bad kisser. Itachi was about to show him how, but the basketball star was too stubborn and proud, and apparently impatient. Kisame's dry lips molded over Itachi's sloppily, and he lurched forward, making the smaller boy curl in trying not to slip and break his spine.

Before he knew it, Kisame had pressed Itachi to the floor under him and was practically sucking the air out of his precious lungs. Finally, with no oxygen left to sustain either boy, they parted slickly. Neither said anything for a long time because they had to breathe first. But when they gained full conscious, Itachi batted his long lashes again and faced Kisame with an open mouthed smile.

"...And here I thought you didn't like me!"

Itachi's ass hit the floor and skid a few feet, the shiny gym floor squeaking in the friction. And Itachi laid there for a long time, even after Kisame gave him a soft kick in the ribs on his departure. The accomplished grin still on his pretty pale face only promised better moments for both of them.

Sounds heard from Sasuke's room broke the two men apart; familiar sounds. Itachi eyed the door suspiciously over Kisame, who didn't seem too distressed about it. Then again, it wasn't his little brother having sex. I gave him a warning nip, but he shrugged and continued.

"Oh Jesus! Ah! Nggh!"

Kisame tried, but only for a split second, and had to rip himself from me to burst out laughing. Sasuke was a screamer.

"Kisame, you are so immature."

He almost couldn't reply, he was choking on laughter so hard.

"Keep talking, baby! You're a screamer too!"

I shot up from my bar stool and frowned pointedly at Kisame with all my power. His laughter still couldn't be louder than Sasuke.

"Itachi Uchiha is not a screamer," I stated. He only chortled louder. I thought he was about to choke on his own tongue.

"Baby, that's denial! You scream so loud, I'm surprised all of North America hasn't come knocking on your door yet!"

Lips brought up in a scowl, I tackled him to the hardwood floor, where we rolled around until Kisame got his bearings and pinned me. I knew I couldn't beat him in strength, but I was too frustrated to care. He grinned down at me, his eyes watery with amusement.

"I remember when I first got you to scream," Kisame began, "It was your second time around!"

"Oh, shut your bloody mouth," I spat, "It was the second time because the first time, you were being a little pussy and didn't know what you were doing, even after I told you what to do a hundred times!"

"Burn," he pouted out. He shook his unnaturally blue hair in my face and I blew it out of the way. Sasuke still wouldn't shut up, so we had to keep talking to get it out of our heads. "But at least I don't scream for more, harder, faster-"

"You want to be the bottom? I can arrange that. Or maybe you never want to have sex with me ever again." I threatened, arms crossed. The wood floor was feeling colder and harder by the second. It was uncomfortable under him now, but he grinned and shifted, lifting my knee to his hip.

"You love the way I fuck you," he told me. I frowned again.

"And how do you know that?"

"Because you always say the same thing: 'Ahhh yeah! Harder, Kisame! I love the way you fuck me! Yeah!'"

I kicked out at him, and he laughed, even as it connected with his hard abs. My face was hot and I knew this feeling in my belly was embarrassment.

"Shut up! Would you rather I not open my mouth?"

"No, doll face, I love your mouth. It feels like velvet."

I kicked him once again.

"Like you have the right to talk to me like that!"

"Of course I do! I'm your boyfriend!"

I pouted one more time, and I realized Sasuke and Naruto were finished.

"...Talking dirty to me doesn't improve your chances for a fuck. Just so you know."

His grin split ten miles wide. He shifted again, my other knee at his hip too.

"I know. It's just refreshing to see you so flustered."

"How can that be refreshing?" I asked hysterically, kicking out one last time. He only got up on his feet, looming over at me sprawled all over the floor.

"You aren't bored with me yet."

I scoffed as he turned away and leapt up the stairs, glancing back at me suspiciously. He twitched his chin up, and I knew he wanted some. I crossed my arms.

"Who says I'm giving you any?"

"I've been a good boy," he answered from the stairs. Really, he hadn't been at all. But I thought I'd give a little charity; a courteous donation. I flew up those stairs at an inhuman speed, and we were at it faster than rabbits. If possible.

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I couldn't breathe. All I could do was feel: the way I was shaking, the way he was still between my legs, the wetness all over. I could feel his breath; the one he'd stolen from me, against my hot cheeks and my bruised lips. He tried to put my legs down, but I held them bent and trembling at his hips. "Let me breathe!" I would have liked to say, bur then again, I couldn't find my voice.

"...God, Sasuke," he whispered breathlessly into my ear. I trembled again, while he was still tucked softly inside me. I didn't want him to leave. He shifted, and I held on that much tighter.

"Sasuke, I got to pull out, baby," he said with a tired grin on his beautiful lips. I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was an incoherent moan. I liked the way he called me "baby". I can think of someone else who feels the same.

"Come on, you got to let go, baby." I really didn't want to, but seeing as he felt the need to, I did, releasing him hesitantly. He groaned as he slid out, white following him and pooling messily on the sheets. It was disgusting, and I squirmed and moaned in discomfort. Naruto took the sheets from under me, cleaned me up a little, and threw it in the clothes basket. I was still leaking, and it was disturbing me to no end.

"Naruto," was all I could muster from my raw throat. He turned to me quickly, and he smugly smiled before leaving to my conjoined bathroom, emerging with a hand towel.

"Sorry, baby. I don't know my own strength."

I would have loved to scowl, but everything ached so badly, I could barely blink as it was. Naruto was telling all truth.

Last night, after having lost my virginity at Naruto's apartment, he, being slightly more out of character than usual, decided it wasn't safe there, so he drove me back home. Itachi was fuming, and gave Naruto the talk of the century, but he gave Itachi the rebellion of the millennium. Afterwards, we did it again.

And again and again; in the bathroom, the kitchen, and even Itachi's room (But that will remain a secret from him eternally).

Naruto pressed the damp cloth against my ass, and I gave a loud cry. He withdrew apologetically, and gave a less abrupt approach. He gave a weary smile.

"...You'll be feeling this for a while," he told me. I nodded dumbly; of course I'd feel it for a while, a long while. This had to have been the tenth time we've done it. Today. And it's only 9 in the morning.

"Don't press so hard!" I snapped hoarsely. It hurt to talk, it hurt to move, and it didn't help that he was trying to shove that coarse towel up into me. He raised his eyebrows and his shoulders in an apology. He lifted my still numbly twitching legs over his shoulders so he could get at it better, but I only found myself red-faced and trembling.

"Naruto...Don't look like that."

He looked up adorably with his cerulean eyes, arching a single brow.

"What are you talking about?"

I pursed my lips together, not intending on actually answering. He looked down, and after a second, let out a hearty laugh.

"...Are you getting turned on by me doing this?"

"Damn it, Naruto, you look so sexy!" I blurted out, crashing my head back onto my pillow. I could hear Naruto laughing still, his amusement vibrating through my sensitive skin from my toes to the hairs on my head. He shifted up a little, letting me feel his excitement too. I looked up hesitantly, and there he was: staring down at me with those starry eyes and his flattened blonde spikes, those six deadly scars and that beautiful full-toothed grin doing wonders to my hard-on.

"...I can say the same about you, baby."

And that was it. That was all it took for me to want it all over again, the ache, the excruciating pleasure, and the skin tearing pain, rolled up into one sinful act of love that I never thought I'd experience with a man in the first place. Funny how things work.

"Please...God, please, Naruto!"

"Holy shit, Sasuke, you have got to shut your pretty mouth, or I might just cum right now."

I arched up, giving in and letting him fully have my already taken and bruised body once more. It was either from my formerly dormant libido, or my absolute love for this guy. I could really vouch for both.

I didn't need preparation, of course. Doing it this many times, you'd think it'd stay the same forever. But when he entered me for the eleventh time this morning, I was still full of his cum, and it dribbled out and onto him. I felt him shiver and moan, as I did myself, and then we got to it.

Fast, hard, I wasn't really conscious for it. I was on autopilot, and all I thought about was the near unbearable pleasure racing behind my eyeballs. I bounced on his lap as quickly as my body would let me, which apparently wasn't enough, because I felt Naruto's hands clawing at my hips to make them go faster. I was too slow for him, so he tossed me down on my back and fucked me the way he wanted to. I was shoved back and forth over the satin sheets, the friction heating up my sore spine. Naruto was hitting me up hard, pounding me down at an inhuman pace, his teeth sliding down my neck as his hips slammed against mine. My hands had no where else to go but his biceps, to keep me down to earth, no let myself know that this was Naruto doing this, and I loved it.

"Oh Jesus! Ah! Nggh!" I screamed out, forgetting all about Itachi and Kisame, and it being early in the morning. I thrust my own hips up to meet him, and he gave a loud groan himself. He sped up, grunting louder and louder as he got closer to completion. At that, he grabbed my hard, wet arousal between us, and gave it timed jerks. My knees gave a lurch and angled themselves closer to my chest as he did it, letting me take him deeper, letting him fist me better. Finally, we came together, cries of bliss ripping from our bloody lips, his hips slamming down into me a set few times and filling me to the brim again with his essence as I splashed my own on our stomachs. I was too full, and my sensitive insides made me start squirming again.

"Oh God, Naruto!" I cried out for him, arms trembling as they reached out for him. He leaned forward so I could embrace him, as his flagging penis was still nestled deep inside, relishing in the movement of my quivering bowels. I felt his cum gush out, and I gave a flinch of utter discomfort.

"...Naruto," I whined. He sucked tiredly at my collarbone, thrusting inside me a little to make me squeak out in surprise pleasure. I shifted, and more of it spilled out.

"It's so gross," I whispered into his blonde hair, trying to close my legs together. But he lay splayed out in between them, kissing and licking all up my neck. He nipped at my jaw.

"Let it go, baby."

"What? Of course not! It's disgusting!" I tried my hardest to speak loudly, but it came out raspy and not too convincing. He smiled against me, his lips hot on my skin.

"Come on. I've got a towel under you. It's not going to get messy."

I stared at him incredulously. There was no way I was going to let all that cum spill so freely everywhere.

"You're kidding."

"No," he said with a soft amused sigh, "I'm quite serious. I want to see how good I did."

"Well enough! You need no more evidence!"

He sat up quickly and smiled sinisterly, grabbing my knees and pushing them down to my chest, pulling them as far apart as they could go. I gave a panicked cry.

"Stop it! Let go!"

"Baby, if you aren't going to do it, then I'll make it."

With a terror-stricken brain, I attempted to wiggle my way to freedom with as much dignity as I could retain. No such luck, and I struggled harder. But he kept my legs up, letting him see all he had done. He inspected it with tentative eyes and smiled wider as his hands slid down to my ass and began to rub his palms in circles over the sensitive red skin. I could feel myself ready to burst. I gave another pained cry, shoving at his arms.

"Isn't it enough for you? Stop this, please!"

Too late: The cum squirted out all over the towel, and I gave a shrill moan as it dribbled out. I didn't know Naruto could do it so much so many times. But there it was, flowing down my ass, the opaque goo streaming out quickly. I felt filthy and repulsed, with it starting to chill on my skin. Naruto was interested enough, swirling a lone finger in it amusedly, smiling over at me innocently. I tried to sit up on my elbows, but more of it spurted out, and I flustered at Naruto's laughing eyes.

"Stop this! Have I not gone through enough turmoil?"

Naruto continued to laugh, and maybe it was my slightly damaged brain, but he got even louder. I frowned, but he kissed it away quickly.

"No, baby, you got me wrong. Seeing you like this makes me want to do it again."

Sex crazy. That's what we were. I gave a groan, tossing my head back tiredly.

"I think I've finally had my fill." Naruto snickered behind his hand.

"Pfft. Quite literally!" I punched him lamely in the shoulder and made to sit up, but a painful throb stopped me in my tracks.

"Hey, baby. You okay?" he asked, hands sliding up and around my back. I gritted my teeth and scooted to the edge of my bed painfully.

"Your hips are made of pure titanium, Naruto."

He grinned sheepishly, scratching absently at his red cheeks. He was proud of his workmanship.

"Sorry, baby. Here, let me help you to the bathroom."

He stood me on broken legs, wobbling and swaying. Shrugging, he took me up bridal style and carried me easily into the linoleum tiled bathroom and set me carefully on the toilet seat. I watched as he twisted the knobs of the bath, scalding water bringing a fog of hot mist and sheens of blur to the mirror over the sink. A smile twitched on my lips as I watched him still, his eyes dedicated and his hair growing flatter in the humid air. His tan biceps flexed as he adjusted the temperature, his cute button nose twitching trying to breathe, and his ciel eyes drooping contently. I felt myself opening my big mouth; I could feel myself saying the words I had dared even think. But I said them, and without regret.

"...You know, we haven't done it underwater yet."

And he just smiled at me.