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A/N:: Wow.. it's been so long since I've updated but here it is. I just have a teensy tiny request for 'ya. There's a new Disney channel show called 'My Babysitter's a Vampire' and I need your help getting it categorized onto fanfiction. So far it just started but it's great and I can see many great yaoi (slash) pairings. So CHECK IT OUT, USE ANY AND ALL CONNECTIONS to get it up on here, and if your talent lies with writing: write some fanfiction, or if you're good with computers: make Youtube vids and I'll check 'em both out. Much, much appreciated~Warnings: Slash (obviously of the boyxboy variety), PWP (this chapter is a shameless excuse for smut), plot will continue in next chapter for those not fond of lemons... Pairings: Kisaita, Kakuhida
Chapter 5: The Weight of Your Gaze Itachi
Itachi's heart fluttered from its place within his chest. Was all of this really real? Did Kisame really speak those words? 'Did he really mean them?' Itachi thought as he replayed Kisame's words in his head. Itachi opened his arms slightly and leaned in near Kisame, feeling vulnerable, a feeling he in no way ever enjoyed.
Kisame held Itachi, feeling the slight uncontrollable tremors that ran through his shoulders. He would be there for him. He loved this man. He needed this man. Sure, Itachi wasn't perfect; he had his share of hurt and scars that couldn't be seen but were very much real, but didn't he as well?
"I love you." Kisame looked down into Itachi's eyes, his own eyes widening.
"Wait. What?" Kisame asked confused. It was all so fast. He had never, not even for a second thought he'd hear these words grace his one true desire, no- loves, lips. It was all so sudden. An overload of emotion swept over Kisame leaving him speechless, which was quite rare indeed.
"I said, 'I love you'," Itachi's voice sounded more strained.
"I love you too Itachi. More than you could ever know. More than words can describe."
Itachi gave a beautiful smile at that. One that could rival the greatest paintings, finest works of art, best sculpting. 'As beautiful as an angel's smile,' though Kisame dared not give voice to that last part; he knew Itachi would take offense.
"Well I am.. glad." Kisame was about to smile when his face stung- burned- as if he'd been hit with a metal pole. There was the quick flash of sound as Itachi's fist connected his face.
"Owwhh Whut whuss thaht for" Kisame slurred as the right half of his face began to swell.
Itachi's eyes no longer held the emotion they had, just mere moments ago, presented. His voice dropped as his eyes grew dangerous. "I just want to make it clear," Itachi tightened his grip on Kisame's shirt, "that if you ever EVER see fit to sleep with someone else that you plan on doing so in a wooden box- six feet under the ground."
"Y-yes 'Tachi"
Itachi smiled leaning up and closing his eyes for a kiss. Kisame leaned down and kissed Itachi fully and the lips. Itachi's lips parted and Kisame took the chance to taste his lover. His. Itachi was his and his alone.
Refusing to take a feminized role, Itachi slipped his arms around Kisame's waist rather than his neck. This made the kiss slightly awkward with Kisame leaning down at an angle to make up for the few inches between him and his beloved.
After a few moments Itachi just mentally said 'what-the-hell,' and put his arms around Kisame's neck.
Both their tongues danced a dance only so familiar to each other. Their tastes enticing the other. The kiss continued with both breathing harshly through their noses but ended as the first few drops of rain on their shoulders promted them inside the Akatsuki base.
Kisame and Itachi walked their way, down the hall and to their bedroom, perfectly in-step, hands laced together and eyes practically glued onto the other as they stumbled and nearly walked into several doorknobs. Kisame leaned in and kissed Itachi, who fully returned the kiss and sparked french kissing that ended when both ran out of air.
Itachi smiled as Kisame backed him up into the door of their room. Kisame leaned back a little, his weight slightly balanced on Itachi as he drew his arms around the man and began biting his neck. Kisame was careful not avoid using his canines, and laced his loves neck with a kiss after every gentle nibble to his neck.
Itachi unexpectedly moaned at the sensation, leaning back their combined weughts on the door behind him as he closed his eyes and exposed a bit more of his neck.
There was a slight creak of the door as both realized too late that the door they were leaning upon was wasn't fully closed, and both fell in, Kisame landing oh-so ungracefully on top of Itachi, who let out a loud "ouf," as he was hit with his partners full body weight.
That brought upon an awkward moment that resulted in Kisame giving a nervous laugh, which only slightly amused the Uchiha. Itachi grabbed Kisame's arm and flipped their position, now with Itachi on top and Kisame underneath, reminding Kisame that he in no way was a poor, weak, defenseless woman; he was an Akatsuki member any bit as physically strong as Kisame.
Itachi grinned, it was far too cocky to be a smile, and pulled at Kisame's shirt. He hadn't meant to, but the fabric ripped underneath his fingers. Oh well, at least now they were even on the ruined clothing bit.
Kisame's face was flushed with want- no- need for his 'Tachi. He couldn't, like most other things, put it into any words, at least ones that made sense to anyone other than him. But this need: it was a burning desire for the other man.
"Hng," Kisame moaned as Itachi's lean body grined into his more firm one. Itachi smiled, reveling in the sounds he could draw from his.. lover's lips. The name would take some getting used to, but Itachi was in no way opposed to it. 'Lover...' He actually liked the sound and all the connotations it brought along with it.
Kisame locked his arms around Itachi and stood, a bit shakey on his legs, carrying Itachi to their bed where he more dropped than set him down, although it was purely accidental- well sort of.
"Sheesh Itachi, did gain weight?" This comment resulted in a glare and slightly playful, slightly pissed off, slap to the shoulder.
"Oh Kisame... Breaking the mood already, so predictable." He knew that Kisame's whole 'smooth-talker' routine was just an act. He was in no way a smooth talker. He could be for a little while, but after that he always did find something to say to completely kill the mood. Luckily Itachi was used to his sometimes awkward ramblings, they were kinda cute, but that comment about his weight wasn't going to do Kisame any favors and Itachi was going to make sure he realized that.
"Uh baby-" that earned him another smack because Itachi could in no way, shape or form see the resemblence between himself and a helpless child. "Um, 'Tachi," Kisame paused to make sure he wasn't going to get smacked again,"you know I didn't mean it. It was, uh," Kisame didn't know what to say to save him another smack. If he said it was a joke, sure he wouldn't earn a smack, he would earn a punch; Itachi never did have that good of a sense of humor.
"As long as you didn't mean it." Itachi said with a grin. Of course he wasn't mad, he just wanted to harmlessly play with his sharks mind a little. "Now... Kiss me?" Itachi asked in a voice so innocent that Kisame forgot the moment already and was kissing the man that he was enamored with. His Itachi...
Their clothes had been discarded what seemed ages ago as they felt and tasted, remembered, every inch of each other's body. This was natural; as if they were made, only for one another, their bodies fit together like pieces to a puzzle.
As Kisame lifted Itachi's legs, Itachi put a hand on his shoulder. "No.." His voice was breathy and his words laced with desire. "Let me." Itachi repositioned himself atop Kisame and drew his member into his body, groaning at the sensation.
Kisame moaned at the tight heat enveloping him. Nothing- no one- could compare. He looked up into the glazed over eyes of Itachi and genuinely smiled, lacing his hands around his lower back.
Itachi moved his body up until only the head of Kisame's cock strained to stay inside and then down. This time both moaned, and Itachi lay both his hands on Kisame's chest as he repeated the motion.
Kisame moaned at the overload of sensations. The perfect temperature of the room, the feel of Itachi's undone hair caressing his skin. The perfect bliss of Itachi's warmth on his member. Gently sliding one of his arms from around Itachi, Kisame grasped Itachi's slick member and pumped it in time with their thrusts. The tempo increased as each fought their hardest to prolong their orgasm. Itachi's came out as a choked moan as his head rose as far back as his neck would allow and hot, sticky liquid coated Kisame's chest. Kisame came at the same time as Itachi, his hot seed spilling into his lover.
Both remained still, riding out the waves of pleasure that quite literally made them see stars and for once taking all clumsy words away from Kisame and all intricate thoughts from Itachi.
Kisame gently pulled out of Itachi when he was ready and embraced him in his arms. Itachi looked up at Kisame, who had already fallen asleep and was beginning to snore. This felt right. This was where he wanted to be. His thoughts dulled as the familar sound of Kisame's snoring and warm body lulled him to sleep.
"I love him!" Hidan declared.
Konan simply shook her head. This argument had been going around and around in circles. "No you don't. You only think that you do. What you're feeling is lust, Hidan- not love."
"That's a lie. Only I know how I feel and no one is going to tell me I'm wrong. Not you, not anyone else."
"I'm only stating the truth," Konan said with a shake of her head. "He-
"Well then I have something to say to you as well. Why don't you take that misguided sense of truth of yours and shove it up your-
"Uh, is this a bad time?" Tobi asked cautiously.
"Urggh" Hidan screamed and retreated into his room. Taking a small knife he cut his palm and lathered the blood onto it. Then he threw the knife into the wall. "Jashin.."
Hidan took his necklace off, something he never did, and held it up to the light from the candles on his table. "Fuck-it Lord Jashin. Have I not been loyal? What did I do to deserve to be in love with one who does not love me back? What can I do to make Kisame- make him look at ME with those eyes?" Without even realizing it tears fell from his eyes.
Konan sat at the table damn-well on the verge of tears herself. She had not once thought that any of her harmless love scheming could end up hurting anyone in the end. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind. "It's.. All my fault," she whispered.
"What's all your fault?" She looked up into the eyes of Pein. He was standing half perched in the hallway with one leg crossed over the other.
"Nothing," Konan muttered.
"Nothing certainly does not warrant tears."
"It's just. I think I've done some things, made some mistakes with bigger consequences than I once realized, but now-
"Meddeling in others affairs usually proves fruitless," Pein retorted, voice calm.
"But- but I can fix this! I know I can.." Her voice rose an octave.
"So I see. Well we've all got work to do, don't let it cloud your thoughts," and with that he left with a small wave and a smile only Konan and the dead have ever seen.
Hidan only thought that he was in love with Kisame afterall. There was no way he was actually in love with him. What in the world did the two have in common? Except for their bloodlust, half-grins, bad jokes, thrill for the eccentric and- okay so maybe they DID have a lot in common, but didn't necessarily constitute that there was any love or emotion involved. Kisame's heart was taken; that was the end-all.
"But perhaps.. We could find someone else to distract Hidan with." Someone who can take his place, and possibly- no- definitely reciprocate his love. Konan smiled as her next plan formed. If the whole Akatsuki thing didn't work out in the end, hey- she could be a match-maker.
"So- I've called you all here today to help a fellow Akatsuki member out."
"And what do we get out of it?" Sasori asked, a blank look on his pristine, child-like face.
"You get.. A one week, mission-free vacation and Hidan!
"Wait, what un?" Deidara asked, eyebrows arched.
There was a cough heard. "I don't think even a three hundred and sixty-five day vacation is worth that," he joked laughingk
"That's NOT FUNNY!" Konan screamed, instantly silencing the whole room.
"Okay, so Sasori, Deidara, and Kakuzu- I'm counting on you guys."
"Women," Kakuzu muttered under his breath with a roll of his eyes.
"Well all we have to do is go on a date with the guy, right un? Deidara asked with the cluck of his tongue.
"Well that's a real simplified version- but, uh, yeah." Konan smiled but it didn't reach her eyes.
"Then I'll go first, get it out of the way un," Deidara whispered the last part.
Hidan hadn't known what else to do with his time. Sulk? Nah, he'd continue more of that later. For now he needed some excitement.
He flopped down on the couch landing right next to... Kisame. "Gah!" Hidan involuntarily yelled.
"What's wrong with you? You look like you seen a shark," Kisame grinned, obviously proud of the joke he had just told.
Hidan shook his head, bypassing the joke, or more shaking it's existance from his head. "Anyways, I need.. Advice. How would you go about-"
"Uh a word of warning," Kisame interrupted, "I'm not really good at giving advice. Maybe you should go ask Konan?"
"Would you shut up! I haven't even finished asking. Anyways like I was saying, what would by you do if you were in love with someone... But they didn't feel the same way?"
"Oh. Well you've come to the right person. So rejection, then? Yeah, I know that feeling real well. The way I look at it, you always have three options. The first is to keep trying and who knows- you could end up changing that person's mind. But that takes luck and staying positive even when things look hopeless. The second option is to just give up, move on, as hard as that may sound, sometimes it's for the best and the final option is to just find someone else." Kisame finished, rubbing his chin like a wise old man, which caused Hidan to smile.
"So don't give up, no matter how hopeless," Hidan muttered. "Got it, thanks."
"Wait who is this mystery crush of yours?"
"Well, uh.. It's uh..." He hadn't counted on Kisame asking this.
"Okay. You don't have to tell me, but is it a sexy lady or handsome devil such as myself?"
"It's a guy."
"Hm, I figured as much. Never met a girl who could handle you before," Kisame chuckled. "So, what does this mystery man look like?"
"Blue- uh blue... All, over? Uh, yeah.."
"Blue? Sounds like a handsome devil," Kisame smirked and Hidan's heart rate increased. He mentally slapped himself for saying that. "Can't wait to meet him, but I bet his looks don't surpass mine."
Then again, although Kisame was in no way stupid, he wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box. And Hidan was thanking Jashin for that.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N:: So review time! Thank you for all the past reviews that motivated me to get this started again. So far on the voting about 85% of you guys wanna see Kakuhida, so Kakuhida it is! And I'm getting mixed signals on the mpreg. A few people want it, most are "okay" with it and one or two people would rather do without it so my next task is to find a way to please everyone and have much faster updates. So- review, tell me what you liked or wish to see, or if you didn't like this hit the back button and don't leave flames!