You're a Nightmare
Part II
By: Sisco
Beta: Athame
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Sasuke's eyes kept shifting to the white faux fur around Kisame's shoulders as they walked together toward the movie theater located three blocks away from their apartment. It was safe to say the thing was awfully distracting, at least to Sasuke anyways. No one else seemed to notice (or decided not to) as they walked on by without a second glance.
The fur was connected to a black vest with red seams. It hung loosely over Kisame's sleeveless turtleneck shirt and barely came down to the waist of his jeans.
"Something the matter, kid?" Kisame stopped in his tracks to peer down at his companion with a quirked eyebrow. "Is there something on my face?" He patted at his cheeks self-consciously before turning on his heel to face a mirrored window with white, bold lettering that read, 'Nara Shikamaru: Attorney'. "I don't see anything." Kisame turned back toward the teen with a satisfied grin. "Or, am I so attractive you just can't keep your eyes off me?"
Sasuke blushed. He swallowed thickly when his voice decided to take a detour and lodge itself somewhere in the middle of his throat. "That's not it. I…uh…I-I was just wondering where you got that vest from?"
"Oh, this?" Kisame indicated by running his fingers through the fake pelt and then letting them slide down the middle seams in a fraud attempt to straighten it. "Your brother got this for me. He said it made me look more rugged."
Sasuke frowned at the comment. He never knew his brother had strange taste in fashion, too. It was almost too much for his already fried brain. "You look like a pilot with no sense of flying," he stated candidly.
"Really?" Kisame barked with laughter as he took one last look at himself in the window. "Yeah, I suppose I do." He scratched the back of his head abashedly. "I guess I should hide it in the apartment somewhere and hope Itachi has forgotten about it."
The raven smiled faintly as he tugged on Kisame's hand to distract him. "Come on, let's hurry," he urged gently.
Kisame fell into step behind the young Uchiha and wrapped his arm around the smaller shoulders. "I'm glad that we're able to hang out like this. I've always wanted to get to know you better."
"Ah, yeah…me, too," Sasuke murmured and turned his face down to hide the blush rising to his face. Before he knew it, they had arrived at the theater, but the atmosphere wasn't very enthusiastic. He started to wonder why, when he looked up at the billboard to see what was playing; JAWS. It was obviously a remake.
There was a positive hum by the taller man as he grinned at the billboard. "This should be interesting. I always thought the first one was pretty cool, but I bet the remake will be tons better."
Sasuke stared at his companion with uncertainty. "There's nobody here though. It must not have been all that good…" He yelped in surprise as the shark-man gripped the sleeve of his shoulder and pulled him up to the ticket booth without further dispute.
"Even so, there won't be anyone to bug us or ruin the ending." Kisame grabbed the two tickets from the suspiciously terrified looking man behind the glass booth. He looked about ready to call animal control.
Sasuke huffed indignantly at his brother's lover and grabbed Kisame's forearm to guide him toward the entrance. "These people have no common sense."
"They're just human," Kisame sniggered.
Kisame chose to sit toward the back, where he could keep an eye on the few pedestrians that were there in the front seats. A young man that looked about Sasuke's age sat in the middle with his arm wrapped around a young woman's shoulders. Further down from the couple was an older man with salt and pepper hair. Sasuke was somewhat relieved that Kisame had chosen to sit in back. Despite how there were only three other people in the theater, he had a feeling they would keep sneaking wary peeks at his companion. Not everyday you'd run into a guy with grayish-blue skin and three gill like marks under both his eyes.
The theater darkened to indicate the movie was starting. Sasuke slumped slightly in his seat to get more comfortable, and possibly snooze if it got too boring. He then noticed from his peripheral vision that Kisame looked a little worse for ware, like he was ill.
"Are you alright, Kisame?" Sasuke whispered, so not to interrupt anyone up front from watching the movie, and straightened himself so he could lean closer to Kisame's side.
Kisame looked up startled, as if he was just caught with a hand in the cookie jar.
"I-I'm fine, Sasuke-kun. I was just thinking about your brother, that's all." He shifted in his seat anxiously and crossed his legs in front of him.
Sasuke wasn't convinced by the other's excuse. There was something else wrong. Kisame's skin looked paler than usual, and his eyes were half-mast, like he hadn't slept in weeks. Sasuke returned his attention to the movie and tried to ignore the sweat beading along Kisame's brow. If the taller man said there was nothing wrong, then he'd just have to believe him…for now, anyways.
* * *
Half way into the movie, Kisame's symptoms became worse. He started coughing and moaning like he was in pain. The couple sitting before them would look at them from over their shoulders with a bit of annoyance, and a bit of concern, in their expressions.
Sasuke could only smile feebly in return and slump further down into his seat. Not only was he embarrassed, but he was filled with apprehension for his older friend. Kisame was sick, no doubt about it. He was thinking it might have been a cold, but this didn't sound like any normal cold. Colds didn't make people moan like that unless they had pneumonia, but Kisame wasn't even showing any signs of having pneumonia.
He grabbed the older male's clammy arm and tugged on it urgently, trying to get the man up to follow him. "We need to go to the hospital."
Kisame huffed in annoyance as he pulled his arm free from the younger Uchiha and shook his head in defiance. "I'm fine…"
"The hell you are," Sasuke retorted and went to grab Kisame's hand this time. He wasn't rebutted again, after that, and dragged the semi-comatose shark to the hospital.
Once there, they were immediately greeted by the receptionist behind the white desk and were told to stay in the waiting room until they were summoned by one of the doctor's nurses.
They waited for half-an-hour until a male nurse with spiky, blond hair and three whisker like scars on both his cheeks appeared before them. "Hoshigaki Kisame?" At Kisame's nod, the blond grinned brightly. His smile weakened when his eyes landed on the raven; as if he had never seen anything so appealing.
"I'm Uzumaki Naruto. If you'll just follow me, I'll get you set up in the doc's office."
Sasuke blushed as the nurse turned to him again, and this time smiled brilliantly.
Naruto led them down a long, spacious hallway to one of the end rooms. He opened the second door on the left and waited for them to enter first before following them in. Once inside, the blond took Kisame's vitals and asked him a few questions about his symptoms. After he was satisfied with the responses, he instructed them to remain within the room until the doctor arrived. He took one last glance at Sasuke before closing the door behind him.
"He likes you," Kisame stated candidly, his voice crackling from weariness.
The younger man frowned with distaste and glared halfheartedly at the wall from over Kisame's shoulder. "So, what if he does? I'm not interested."
Kisame chuckled weakly before reaching forward to grasp Sasuke's chin between his fingers and pulled him closer. "I know you are, Sasuke-kun. I saw you blush when he smiled at you."
Well, if he wasn't blushing fiercely before, he sure as hell was now.
Unfortunately, his blush didn't go unnoticed. "Or, am I wrong, and it's just your hormones crying out for attention?"
Was their steam rolling out of his ears yet, because Sasuke swore he could feel his brain about to implode?
Kisame released the younger man just as the door swung open to permit the doctor and his blond nurse in. He was a goofy looking man with wild, white hair that was pulled back in a ponytail and hung down to his waist. The band was barely doing anything to tame that mane.
"Hello, Hoshigaki-san! I'm Sannin Jiraiya, so please, just call me Jiraiya…"
"Or, Pervy-Sage," Naruto sneered.
Kisame smirked as the blond was whapped upside the head by the much older male.
"How many times have I told you to respect your elders, Naruto?"
"Dobe," Sasuke snorted and smiled smugly at the blond.
Naruto glared at the raven for an instant before realizing that the other was only flirting.
The light atmosphere was cut short as Jiraiya did another vital check to the shark-like-man.
"You have a temperature of a hundred and two…and it looks like you're about to throw up. Do you need a bucket?"
Sasuke and Naruto looked near panicked as they both scanned the room for the nearest trashcan.
Kisame swallowed thickly and shook his head. "N-no. I'm fine…" His skin color radically changed from deathly pale to a nauseating green. He hunched over slightly while holding his stomach. "Just tell me what it is, so I can go home and take care of it."
Jiraiya nodded before lifting a clipboard from under his arm. "Well, you have influenza. Have you been with anyone recently who has or had it?"
"Not that I know of…I went to the mall yesterday, though. Someone there might have had it." Kisame covered his mouth as he felt another wave of nausea hit him. "Is there a shot you can give me for this?"
The doctor smiled and nodded. "Yes, but it doesn't always work. It could make it worse."
Sasuke flinched. "How worse?"
"Well, he could have hallucinations, and his fever could either go up or drop dramatically, so you'll have to keep a constant eye on it." Jiraiya looked up at the blond and pointed to the room next door. "Go get me the syringe and serum."
Naruto nodded and briskly made his exit. Not even two minutes later, he returned with the items he was told to retrieve. He passed them to Jiraiya and stood idly next to Sasuke. There was a trivial brushing of arms, but only enough for Sasuke to acknowledge the other's existence for a few milliseconds. Cold!
Sasuke shuffled slightly away, obviously trying to avoid any sort of contact with the blond. He returned his attention to his brother's lover and was caught by surprise when a large, warm hand grasped his and squeezed it gently. It trembled with unease and tightened slightly as the needle pierced his skin and released the burning substance into his system.
"K-Kisame?" Sasuke tilted his head in concern when he didn't receive an answer right away. However, the grip firm on his hand was a good indicator that the man was still conscious, a bit shocked, but conscious. "Kisame?" He asked again.
Two amber eyes and a weak smile peered up at him. "I'm ready to go home now…please?" The last was spoken softly, almost desperately.
The raven smiled as he helped the taller man to his feet and nodded in gratitude for the doctor's help. "We appreciate all of your help, Dr. Jiraiya."
The older man shook his head and waved them away. "Don't mention it. It's my job."
Both slowly made their way down the hall and into the waiting room, the door closing soundly behind them.
Jiraiya noticed his blond charge appearing a bit crestfallen and couldn't help but chuckle at the younger man's loss. "Don't worry, Naruto. There's plenty of other fish in the sea."
"If that's a joke, it isn't funny," Naruto spat and stormed out of the small room.
"Oi, oi, Naruto! Who said I was joking? Naruto!" Jiraiya chased after the angered blond, feeling more or less a bit confused. What had he said?
* * *
As soon as Sasuke and Kisame had reached the apartment, Kisame had stripped himself down to his boxers and slipped into his nice, cozy bed; the scent of Itachi very strong amongst the sheets. He moaned in delight and nuzzled his lover's pillow.
"I wish he was home," he sighed.
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "I do, too. That way, I don't have to take care of you, you big baby." He smirked at his own taunt and turned to leave. He was stopped short when the other called out his name.
"Sorry about today. I didn't mean to ruin the movie with my flu." Kisame smiled fondly at Sasuke, which caused said raven to blush and fidget with the doorknob nervously.
"Un…It's okay. It's not like we can't watch it when it comes out on DVD or something." The raven tilted his head against the door, feeling the coolness of the wood against his flushed skin. "I wouldn't mind watching it again, with you, when it does."
The older male nodded drowsily in agreement before finally falling into a deep slumber, Itachi's pillow still in his grasp.
Sasuke watched the other sleep for a few more seconds before turning out the light and shutting the door. He made his way into the living room, and just in time, as the phone started ringing. He answered it before the third ring and responded with a weary hello.
"Ah, Sasuke-kun." It was Itachi calling on his cell-phone from the Uchiha Company. "How are things there? I hope you haven't been causing any problems for my baby."
The young Uchiha's left eyebrow formed an irritating tick as he replied. "No, I haven't. Unfortunately, Kisame has caught the flu, and he's in bed asleep right now."
There was only silence on the other end of the phone, which disconcerted Sasuke for a moment, until he heard a barrage of concerned questions for the shark-like-man.
"How? Why? When? He isn't throwing up is he? I'll try to hurry home as soon as I can and take care of him!"
Sasuke felt a headache coming on as he prepared himself for answering his brother's questions. "I don't know how, it was airborne I guess. Why? He was at the mall yesterday, where there are thousands of people, and if I remember correctly, it was around noon. No, he isn't throwing up…yet…and you don't need to hurry home. I'm quite capable of taking care of him. After all, you did assign me that position before you left this morning." He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. Honestly, his brother got excited over the simplest of things, for no reason.
"Well…Okay," Itachi resigned reluctantly, but continued with a lecturer's tone. "Make sure he drinks plenty of liquids, and take care of yourself, too. I don't want you catching the flu as well." He paused for a moment to consider his next words. "I love you both…and I'll be home as soon as possible."
Sasuke scoffed in discomfort. "Would you stop acting like mother? I have everything under control, big brother."
The elder Uchiha sibling chuckled. "I get it, I get it. You're a big boy now." He smirked at the obvious, aggravated grinding of his little brother's teeth. "I've got to go now. The meeting starts in five minutes."
A familiar, comforting silence passed over the phone line until Sasuke broke it with a smirk. "I'll see you in the morning, big brother."
Itachi responded with a fond, "yeah" and hung up.
After hanging up the phone, Sasuke made his way to the couch and looked around for a moment trying to figure out what he should do until it was time to check up on Kisame. Watching television seemed to be the best option, but, frankly, he was not in the mood. He sighed as he picked up a book sitting beside him on the cushions, that his brother had been reading before he left that morning. The cover was barely opened when he heard his name being called from down the hall. He couldn't say he wasn't glad for the distraction.
Sasuke practically sprinted down the hall to get to his brother's room and opened the door slightly. The table lamp beside the bed had been turned on, so the room was a bit ominous. He ignored the feeling that something was lurking in the dark corners, or under the bed, and crept across the floor to Kisame's side.
"What is it, Kisame? Are you feeling worse?" Sasuke brought his hand up to the other's forehead and, with a small gasp, jerked it back like he had been bitten. "Kisame, you're freezing!"
Kisame curled into a ball under the sheets and shuddered violently. "I-I can't g-get warm. Could you t-turn off the air?"
"It is off, Kisame. As a matter of fact, I'm kind of warm myself," Sasuke explained miserably. He wasn't going to panic…not yet, and he wasn't about to turn on the heat when it was ninety-four degrees outside.
The sheets shifted as Kisame pulled them up to below his chin. "C-could you share…your b-body warmth…with me…just for a little bit?"
Sasuke blushed as the older male lifted the blankets to reveal his firm stomach and nicely muscled legs. Okay, panicking seemed to be the appropriate thing to do right now. He squeaked and mentally kicked himself for making such a sound. "I-I don't know about that, Kisame. What if I catch it, too?"
"J-just lay your…head under my c-chin. T-that way I won't breathe in your f-face."
The raven was desperate, at this point. If he didn't do something now, he'd have to call the doctor and face the wrath of an older, love struck Uchiha. He sighed in defeat and reluctantly stripped himself all the way down to his black, silk boxers. His whole frame became rigid as soon as he had slipped underneath the sheets and molded himself perfectly into Kisame's body.
Kisame purred contentedly and muttered softly under his breath about how Sasuke's skin was warm and soft… Sasuke wasn't sure how soft skin had anything to do with keeping warm. The older male wrapped his arms around the smaller build and squeezed briefly. In no time at all, he had fallen back to sleep.
Despite the warmth of the room, and the heavy blankets, Sasuke couldn't believe how chilled Kisame's skin was. What was worse, he was still blushing from when the taller man suggested that he be used as some sort of hot water bottle. He warily wrapped his arm around the other's back and comfortingly stroked the smooth skin there.
"Get well soon."
* * *
Sasuke wasn't completely concerned by the movement his body took as he was scooted up further along the bed. His sleep induced daze only allowed him to see the soft wisps of Kisame's hair and the blurry closet door that was slightly ajar. He moaned groggily and closed his eyes again.
Something warm slid up his spine and then back down, until it reached the waistband of his boxers. He arched into the touch and unwarily pulled the taller body closer. He mewled wantonly as the warmth slipped beneath his waistband, and five tendrils wrapped around his aching cock. They pumped him with agonizing slowness.
"Harder…faster," he pleaded. His chest rumbled with ecstasy as the tendrils conformed to his command. "So good."
The further Sasuke sunk into pleasure, the more aware his body became. It was already too late by the time he realized what was actually happening, his psyche completely absorbed with the intimate touches. He let out a wanton whimper as a pair of lips pressed against the hollow of his throat and made a path up to his jaw line, and then to his own lips. They shared a passionate kiss as the other's hands became more adventurous.
Why wasn't he stopping this? Something was screaming in the back of Sasuke's mind that this wasn't supposed to be happening. But, the voice was halfway drowned out by the pleasant buzzing in his ears, and it soon went completely ignored. This felt way too good to just pass up.
"Itachi…" The voice pleaded.
Sasuke jerked himself to full awareness at the mere utterance of his brother's name. He instantly recalled Kisame getting sick and then taking him to the doctor, just to find out he had the flu. Was Kisame even awake?
"Look up here at me." A disappointed grunt responded to his demand, and then he was met with two glossy eyes. "He's hallucinating," Sasuke surmised drolly.
"Itachi-baby, I've missed you so much. I want to be inside you; feel your tight ass swallow me," Kisame whispered heatedly.
Sasuke's breath hitched as his manhood twitched from the sensual words. He moaned pitifully and tried to pull away. It proved fruitless as Kisame's grip tightened, and he continued with his erotic ministrations. Lips, teeth, and tongue were all over his neck and shoulders as Kisame moved to lie on top of him. Sasuke's struggling was immediately subdued, and, once again, he became putty in the older man's hands.
Fingers pulled at Sasuke's boxers and effortlessly slid them off. They were tossed onto the floor, followed by Kisame's, and their flesh burned pleasantly as they rubbed against each other; the friction between their cocks caused the tips of them to weep.
Kisame wrapped his lover's legs around his waist as he reached for the drawer on the nightstand, his fingers fumbling over the front of the flat wood until he finally found purchase of the handle and hastily yanked it open. The items rolled (most falling over) to the front of the drawer, where Kisame easily found his target and popped the cap open to squeeze the substance out onto his fingers.
One digit circled the twitching pucker, moistening the skin before finally slipping into the tight hole. Kisame moaned softly into the raven's ear, "So tight, Itachi. Feels like…the first time."
Sasuke involuntarily clinched around the intruder as he tried to restrain himself from correcting the older man of who he really was. He knew he should have been stopping this… Was it really going to be worth the drama later? Sasuke cried out as another finger was added. "K-Kisame… It hurts!"
"I'm sorry, baby." Kisame whispered tenderly into Sasuke's ear, gradually helping the muscles to relax and elicit a moan of pleasure. "That's a good boy. I can't wait to be inside you." He slid a third finger in and smiled proudly when the muscles didn't clamp. He stretched his three fingers and continued to stroke the inside of his lover's inner walls until he felt that the smaller man was ready.
Sasuke moaned dazedly as his body was flipped over onto his stomach and his bottom lifted into the air. He shuddered as a cool rush of air brushed against his slick entrance, causing the hole to wink up at the older male.
Kisame grinned as he slowly started to penetrate the loosened entrance, which didn't seem that way as the muscles hugged his organ almost painfully. He moaned into the back of Sasuke's neck and bit down into his pale flesh hungrily. "Relax, baby. I can't believe you're still so tight." He continued to push through the clenching muscles until he finally reached the hilt, and paused.
Both men took that moment to release their breaths, that they never realized they had been holding.
As soon as Sasuke had found his bearings and felt less tense, he rubbed his backside teasingly against Kisame's lower abdomen, drawing out a feral growl from the older man. He gasped in alarm when a firm grip was placed against his hip, and then a hard thrust into his ass. "Ah…" Another hand landed on his back and soothingly stroked him as a steady rhythm was set by Kisame.
Skin slapping against skin and guttural moans echoed throughout the dim room. Only a small fan in the corner seemed to be trying to drown out the erotic noises.
Sasuke cried out in ecstasy as his prostate was struck dead on, and he clenched the sheets tightly to ride out the almost blinding pleasure. "A-again…please, Kisame." For a moment, Sasuke thought his words had fallen on deaf ears, when the other had continued to pound into him relentlessly, but then, it suddenly halted and there was a moment of Kisame repositioning himself to hit that same spot hidden within him again. He cried out Kisame's name and arched his spine into the gentle caress that was still there.
There was an awkward moan of awareness from the taller man, and Sasuke felt a sliver of fear rush through him as they both paused in what they were doing. He took that moment to unwarily breathe in his brother's and Kisame's mixed scents. It was a very short moment of relief when he heard a gasp from the man above him and a grip tightening around his hip.
"S-Sasuke? What the fuck is going on?" It sounded as if he was between highly aroused and blandly frustrated.
Sasuke growled as he looked up at the other from over his shoulder. "As if you need to ask. You were hallucinating and decided to take advantage of me." He didn't sound half as upset as he should have been, but then, he couldn't help the overwhelming sense of guilt at the older man's horrified expression. "J-Just…don't stop. We're almost done," he whispered sympathetically.
Kisame had half the mind to pull out and finish in the bathroom, while he allowed his lover's younger brother to finish up here. Unfortunately, the other half of his greedy, pleasure clouded mind won that battle, and he slowly started to thrust in and out of the younger man's body. He reached around the smaller form to grasp the softening member and hurriedly pumped it in time with his thrusts, desperately wanting to finish this. The pretty little moans escaping from the younger Uchiha's mouth were almost enough to make him slow down and draw out more of those sweet sounds. He couldn't grow attached to this, though; he just couldn't. Itachi would be home in less than twelve hours. It was already a horrid nightmare, which felt way too good. His grip tightened slightly around Sasuke's shaft as he felt his release quickly approaching. "Can't…hold it…anymore." He bit down onto the younger man's shoulder as he came long and hard into the smaller, exhausted body.
Sasuke leaned into the pillow to muffle the groan that escaped from his throat as his own member twitched and released into Kisame's hand and on the sheets. He didn't have the strength to flinch as he slid resignedly into the wet and sticky mess.
The room was silent, except for the exertion of two men releasing their heavy breaths and the softly whistling fan that had failed in killing the sounds of their passion.
Kisame was still kneeling over Sasuke's prone form, but quickly moved to the other side of the mattress to sit on the edge. He rubbed the bridge of his nose between his eyes and sighed. "I can't hide this from Itachi."
"Then don't." Sasuke coughed as he got to his hands and knees. His back stung from the action, and he slowly lowered his bottom into a sitting position. "The worse he can do is kick me out of the apartment. I can just go back to mom and dad's."
Kisame grunted. "Don't be so sure. He'll do more than that." He winced when Sasuke started coughing more violently, causing the whole bed to vibrate under his spasms. "Are you alright?"
Sasuke shook his head as he wiped his bottom lip from spit. "I think I've caught your flu."
"Eh…" Kisame blinked before twisting around to face the younger man. "I have a feeling karma has just kicked your ass." He chuckled at the weak glare directed at him. Unconsciously, he reached out and pushed Sasuke's bangs back behind his ear. "I don't know why you didn't just punch me or throw cold water on me."
The young Uchiha looked away with a dejected sigh. "Because…a part of me wanted it." He waited for the other's response, which never came, so he continued. "I wanted to know why my brother thought the world of you. I wanted to experience everything he did with you… I'm obviously being repaid for my stupidity, and I can see Itachi laughing in my face for it."
Kisame smirked as he got to his feet and then lifted Sasuke into his arms bridal style. "Despite your 'stupidity,' have you figured out why he loves me so much?"
"It's just you. You're everything… And, I'm jealous of what he has." Sasuke smiled briefly as he wrapped his arms around the older man's neck. "Where are you taking me?"
"I'm going to run you a warm bath, and then I'm sending you to your own bed for rest. When your brother comes home, he's going to have a field day taking care of you."
Sasuke sighed through his nose as they came to the bathroom, and he helpfully opened the door for Kisame. "Are you still going to tell him about what happened?"
"I think you catching the flu is punishment enough. So, I won't say anything, if you won't, hm?"
"Agreed," Sasuke replied ardently.
XxX
8:30 a.m.
Itachi grumbled irritably as he unlocked the door to his shared abode and entered with a crash of his luggage against the linoleum. "I'm home," he murmured indifferently. He looked up as Kisame approached him from the hall.
"Welcome home, babe," Kisame greeted eagerly and planted a lingering kiss against his lover's pale cheek. "You smell like ginger," he declared and rubbed his nose playfully into the black locks. "Been to the bakers?"
The elder Uchiha smiled thinly as he shook the white bag in his hand and held it up to Kisame's view. "I got you and Sasuke gingerbread snaps. Where is Sasuke, anyways?" He gave his tall lover a kiss to the lips, obviously not caring that Kisame may still be sick, before entering the living room and lounged on the sofa in front of the window.
Kisame coughed nervously as he sat on the armrest of the couch and placed the bag beside him on the floor. "He has the flu…"
Itachi stiffened as he sat up and rested his cheek against the older man's thigh. "You don't seem as ill as he mentioned on the phone. Did you go to the doctor's?"
"I did, but Sasuke didn't. He refused to. He claims that his brother's tender care is better." Kisame chuckled deviously as he ran his fingers through Itachi's black tresses.
Itachi looked up at his lover incredulously and snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure." He sat up again and took off down the hall toward his brother's room. His voice echoed down through the apartment as he drew further away from the living room. "Sasuke, your big brother is home! Come to my bosom and let me take care of you."
"What the hell!" Sasuke exclaimed, horror lacing his tone.
Kisame fell back onto the sofa, laughing his ass off. And, he couldn't help but feel just a little better.
Who ever said laughter was the best medicine was absolutely right!
The End