Slave to a Shark – Chapter 11
-.-.-
There is quite a bit of scene skipping here.
Kisame had been perfect the entire month. They never saw each other unless Itachi went to look for him. They went to six meetings about public affairs in Kirigakure together in that month alone. Bad Kisame never resurfaced. Itachi's wounds healed, but his eyes were always red or white. The effort required to calm himself was too much - Itachi couldn't do it forever, the efforts were taking a toll on his body. Several gray hairs were visible on his head, and if the bags around his eyes could get any deeper, they did. He looked exhausted, always.
However, Itachi was beginning to believe that perhaps Kisame really had changed with everything as it was. They hadn't touched at all in a long time. Removing the curse seal required touching. But Itachi wanted it gone and believed he could get it.
So he asked Kisame, and the shark was more than willing. Even the small touch required seemed to have him eager and in a better mood, or perhaps he was happy he could do something for Itachi. Or maybe it was something else. Itachi didn't care, it just meant the seal would be gone and that was good enough for him.
Kisame had waited as Itachi took deep breaths, slowly approaching Kisame. It's true he had not seen bad Kisame in a while. It was true when he tried hard he could maintain himself near Kisame at political events, but it was different here. Different because they weren't alone and in such close proximity.
With another deep breath, Itachi stepped closer to Kisame until they were close enough to touch, but still far apart. He shook and clenched his eyes shut, willing himself to relax. Sweat poured down his body, beading against his pale, almost sickly, skin and down, drenching his clothes.
"Now." Itachi said.
There was a light touch. No special sensation. The curse seal was gone.
"It's done." Kisame said.
Itachi barely knew what happened. He was too busy lost in fear of what was to come, he never realized how easy it could be, and finally released the breath he didn't know he was holding. When he opened his Crimson eyes and looked at Kisame, it was too much.
He ran to his room, locked it, and hid under the covers.
He cried four hours over invisible scars.
-.-.-
It was another month before he first heard it.
"The man who tamed the Monster of the Mist."
That is what Itachi became known as. The most fearsome of villains in the village of the Blood Mist became a docile creature in Itachi's hands. He gave into Itachi's every whim, his every thought was based on Itachi's comfort. It seemed he would not tread without permission from the crow who was once his servant.
Itachi noticed it. Having control made him feel more comfortable. His eyes had moments where they would go back to their brown shade.
Everything was changing. The village changed under Itachi's influence. It changed under Haku's influence. There were other leaders who stepped forward and followed Zabuza's steps as he and Haku became symbols for a new future in Kirigakure. Itachi and Kisame supported them, but were not nearly as active. Itachi didn't have the energy to be any more active than he was, and Kisame found ways to keep him home when he felt it was too much. Itachi knew his motives and allowed it, partially out of fear, and partially because he realized it was much needed.
Itachi was appreciative of Kisame's changes. But he had to test the limits. He knew Kisame was a jealous, possessive type. He had to know how much he could trust Kisame. Slowly, the shark was slicing a piece of Itachi's heart for himself, and Itachi refused to give it without knowing the man had truly changed.
It wasn't that Itachi was completely comfortable with Kisame yet... It was that he was beginning to feel something other than fear around him. It was the respect he was begrudgingly feeling, respect and... Friendship even. It was scary. But it was hard not to feel when a man went out of his way to back you in every way before others, or to care about your health enough to stop you from overexerting yourself – and most importantly, to keep a distance that he knows is needed even if he doesn't want it. At least partially, it was Itachi being a victim and responding like a victim to his former master. Even with the curse seal gone, the former shackles were hard to break.
Itachi waited until he knew Kisame was watching before he stepped close to a politician of great power. "Could I possibly hold your hand for a few seconds?" Itachi asked innocently.
The politician agreed, confused, and the two held hands.
Itachi waited for an outburst, for the man's head to be ripped from his body, for the monster of the mist to tear him apart once more.
It never came. Kisame left the room.
Itachi waited a while, relaxing, his eyes brown in one of their rare moments. Kisame passed.
"Thank you." He said beaming to the politician as he ran to follow Kisame, who had gone into a meeting room.
As soon as he entered, Kisame noticed him, and the two looked at each other for a moment.
Itachi was about to tell Kisame about the test and how he was happy that Kisame had truly changed - when he found himself pinned against the wall and instantly his blood surged through his body and his eyes turned crimson.
"K-.." Itachi didn't get to speak because he was being crushed under Kisame's weight. Kisame held onto Itachi, possessively, breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry..." Kisame chanted over and over. Yet he would not let go of Itachi.
Itachi was sure there would be a repeat of events - he was sure he would be hurt again, but damn it if he wouldn't fight this time.
But his struggles were useless, he could not move the body above him. After a moment, Itachi cried. He was weak.
But the pain he was expecting never came. Kisame did nothing more than hold onto Itachi in a tight... Hug.
The two stood like that for what was likely hours as Itachi finally calmed down. His body couldn't maintain a constant state of energy. It didn't need to.
"Kisame?" Itachi finally whispered.
"I'm sorry. I know I should let you do what you want but... I was jealous... I have no right to hold you like this... I'm sorry. Forgive me. I promised I wouldn't touch you..." Kisame breathed and let go. Itachi slid to the floor. "I'm sorry..."
"It's okay." Itachi didn't say it aloud – but he was just grateful Kisame didn't become violent.
"What do you want to do?" Kisame asked fearfully. Would this be the moment he lost Itachi?
"Nothing. It's okay." Itachi said, his eyes returning to brown. Kisame was angry but he did not hurt Itachi. Sure, he forced him into a hug... That was upsetting. But it could be worked on. "But never touch me again without my permission."
"Okay."
From that day forward, Kisame referred to Itachi as "Itachi-san."
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In another month Itachi tried again. He didn't know what it was that spurred him to constantly test Kisame. Why was he so desperate to do this? Was it really because he kept believing in Kisame, hoping his previous monstrous and bipolar nature was now gone? Or perhaps was he a masochist? Itachi wondered these things about himself as he was as bold as to lightly kiss Haku on the cheek. It was friendly and nothing more.
Kisame did not touch Itachi. He did not react. Itachi could feel the anger, the possessiveness and lust roaring through the shark, but it was hidden well behind a mask of indifference as Kisame did nothing but read papers.
Their relationship did not change otherwise. Kisame obeyed Itachi's every wish, he seemed to worship Itachi, refusing to show any indication otherwise.
The lack of a reaction was somehow upsetting and Itachi couldn't quite explain why.
-.-.-
Something changed in Itachi. He once had all of Kisame's attention... Now he had a slave in Kisame, a man who would do anything for him... And yet... And yet Kisame did not look at him. Kisame paid him no mind. Kisame's jealousy seemed nonexistent. It bothered Itachi.
His eyes were always brown now. He no longer felt the fear he once felt around the shark. It was laughable that he was once called a monster.
Strange feelings stirred inside Itachi. Feelings of wanting to be wanted. Feelings of ... Lust even. Desire. It rose out of the grudging friendship and respect he had grown to find in Kisame, who backed him in everything he did. It rose out of the space he was given to do as he pleased. It rose out of the complete control he had over Kisame. It was that complete control that allowed him to feel as if he could lower his defenses just ever so slightly. It was empowering. It was as if Kisame would take no step without making sure it was something Itachi wanted. Maybe it was that control that allowed Itachi to feel desire. No, it was that control that taught Itachi he didn't have enough control over Kisame if the man could control himself. It didn't make sense but in the edge of Itachi's mind, somehow, lust existed.
He locked himself in his room and shook as he blamed himself for having such dirty thoughts. He hated himself. He hated feeling this way. He hated himself for wanting his once torturer. He hated himself for wanting control.
-.-.-
Another month passed and Itachi's desire grew. Kisame's indifference stayed. Kisame seemed so close yet so far away. He still obeyed Itachi's every word, but he would not touch Itachi. He kept his distance physically.
They stayed at a hotel that day, sharing a hotel room. The hotel was completely booked as it was winter and there was a blizzard outside. No amount of bribing could increase the number of rooms available.
"I'm sorry, Itachi-san." Kisame said as they entered their shared room. "You can take the bed. I will sleep on the couch."
Itachi-san. Itachi hated being called that. It felt so distant. Once it felt nice hearing it. Now it had the opposite effect.
"It's quite alright. Shall we take a bath?" Itachi asked. Their bath was fairly large as they had the presidential suite. It was made for several people to bathe at once.
"Oh good idea, you can go first." Kisame said, indifferently. Itachi felt agitated.
"Let's take a bath... Together." Itachi almost couldn't believe his own boldness, but if his power gave him confidence in anything, it was in that Kisame would not refuse a request he gave.
Kisame paused before nodding his head. "It could be a good way to preserve water. If that is what you want, Itachi-san, we can do it."
"It is."
The bath was warm. Kisame did not look at Itachi in the bathtub. He focused on washing himself and as soon as he was done, he stood to leave.
"Do you not desire me?" Itachi squeaked out. He awkwardly tried to hide the scars on his frail body. Did Kisame truly stop desiring him?
Kisame touched the wall of the bathtub with the palm of his hand, and tried to remain calm. It was difficult.
"What do you mean, Itachi-san?" Kisame asked, still not meeting Itachi's eyes.
"You won't look at me."
"I am afraid to."
"Why?"
"Because you are too beautiful." Kisame said, his voice barely above a whisper, and his eyes dark and sad.
Itachi's heart soared in joy, he couldn't even describe his happiness at hearing those words. Strange. Once those words meant nothing, he had heard them many times before. A sick desire to dominate was rising and knowing that Kisame was falling so far he would be nothing at his feet was… Nice.
"Kisame look at me." Itachi was now acting out of his own selfish desire. When was the last time he had done that?
"No."
"Look. At. Me."
Kisame looked, his eyes full of such intense sadness, Itachi felt a frown begin to replace his previously joyful face.
Itachi rose in the bath until he was level with Kisame's chest. He was quite a bit shorter than Kisame. Kisame followed Itachi's eyes closely, too afraid to leave them, too afraid of himself to let them wander over the other's body. He was ashamed of his own actions, ashamed of what he had done.
Itachi reached out and touched Kisame's chest, adrenaline rushing through his body.
Kisame's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. What is happening?
Itachi gulped as the old fear came back. It was unfounded. Kisame wasn't touching him - he was touching Kisame. But it didn't matter. Itachi let go and walked out of the bath, leaving a trail of water and a confused Kisame behind him.
Kisame slept on the couch, and did not approach Itachi that night. But when he woke, he had a warm blanket draped over him.
-.-.-
That week things changed. Kisame became flustered by Itachi's every movement. He could not handle it. Itachi noticed and it filled him with joy to be noticed again, to know Kisame still lusted for him, desired him. At the same time that joy was mixed with simultaneous fear, it was such an odd combination, and it was exhilarating. It was different.
It was enough for Itachi at first. That is, until he learned through his sources in the Hoshigaki household that Kisame had hired a prostitute.
With his newfound knowledge Itachi confronted Kisame.
"Why?"
"Because I had to. Is it that important?" Kisame's eyes were full of pain. His brow was creased and he had bags around his eyes.
"Yes. Never do it again. You are not allowed." Itachi felt his control slipping. It agitated him.
"Okay." Kisame agreed without another word, but there was fear in his shaking voice. He didn't say aloud that he was already planning to stop. His encounter was not satisfying, if anything it created a stronger sense of lust for Itachi. He wasn't even able to perform.
"What are you afraid of?" Itachi asked in slight annoyance as he picked up the fear in Kisame's tone.
"I'm afraid of hurting you."
Itachi's heart sank. In the end, this too, was about him.
"Kisame..."
"Yes..?"
"I desire you."
Kisame snapped his eyes forward and again met Itachi's. "You... Really...?"
"Yes. But I need time. I can't... I want you but give me time. Do not go to others for what only I should give you." Only me.
"I don't deserve it, Itachi-san." Kisame said softly. "You deserve far better than me."
"I want you. Don't question it again. I only want you. Only you can satisfy me. Only you are allowed to touch me." Was giving Kisame some degree of control a good idea? Itachi couldn't say. But it was likely true, Itachi hadn't felt desire this strong in a while. It felt fleeting however, would it disappear when he had all he wanted? What was his goal? Itachi couldn't even put words to his own goal, but somehow his experiences had led him here.
"I... I can touch you?" Kisame asked, his heart jumping erratically.
"... Yes... But... Slowly..." Itachi sighed. "Let's try holding hands."
Kisame held out his hand and Itachi stepped forward to take it. The moment their hands touched, it was like a spark went off in both their bodies. Itachi's eyes burned Crimson with desire but... The fear was there, but mixed with a desire to dominate. Itachi didn't want to get hurt per say… But it was exciting knowing the man above him could rip him to pieces – had in fact done so in some way – and would be kneeling to him.
Kisame was afraid he had scared Itachi again - he had begun to associate the red eyes with negativity even though he knew logically they glow red at any strong emotion.
Their hands held together almost slimily as both were sweating profusely. It was a lot of effort to simply hold hands. Kisame was about to let go, afraid he caused more pain to the love of his life, the greatest thing that had ever happened to him, when Itachi took a deep breath and lunged himself into Kisame's chest, wrapping his arms around the shark.
"Itachi?" Kisame asked.
"Hm?"
"This... I..." Kisame was at a loss as he felt the warm figure in his embrace shift. He looked down to see bright red eyes stare into his own dark, beady ones.
"I want more. I want to touch you more. I want... Other things too." Itachi whispered. "Let's share a bed tonight."
"I'm afraid..." Kisame admitted. "I will drive you further away..."
"It's okay. Trust me." Itachi said softly. It felt manipulative to say such things. Itachi's conscience told him to stop, but he did not want to. Guilt seeped through his body. I'll just be honest then. When the time comes, I'll tell him exactly what I'm doing and why. Memories of being forcefully entered flashed before him and he tightened his grip on Kisame. Nevermind. What he doesn't know won't hurt him.
"Okay." Kisame replied softly, strange pulsations triggered through his body at the closeness to his beloved Itachi, and butterflies fluttered in his stomach at the thought of what was to come. Somewhere deep inside, he was afraid of what he would do.
Control. Maintain control. Kisame told himself.
The rest of that day the two spent together speaking, talking about the changes in Kirigakure and about the possible coup de etat Zabuza's followers were planning.
That night they lay together in bed, in each others arms, just holding close and talking.
Both relaxed, their fears put aside. It was easier being in the other's company than they feared.
That morning Kisame was the first to wake. He stayed in bed watching Itachi sleep, wondering if a more beautiful sight could exist in this world.
For once, looking at Itachi didn't instantly bring up feelings of shame, regret and desire for self-destruction. All he could do was admire Itachi's relaxed figure, his gentle breathing, and even the shadows below his eyes, all illuminated by the morning light. His dull, crow like hair, which had started to turn gray during his time with Kisame, was a thing of wonder for Kisame. Kisame held himself back from touching Itachi's face - he didn't want to mar the perfection before him with his own imperfection.
Itachi opened his eyes slowly, they were a deep onyx, not even a hint of brown as they often were before turning red. He smiled when he saw Kisame's gentle eyes staring back into his.
Gentle. That wasn't a word that could've been used on Kisame before, but it could right now. Itachi reached up placed a hand on Kisame's cheek, causing the latter's eyes to widen just slightly as he shivered under the touch of the warm hand.
Before he could speak, Itachi had scooted closer to Kisame and captured his lips. Kisame closed his eyes instantly as sparks soared through his body like fireworks, and Kisame thought he had died and gone to heaven when Itachi's gentle tongue was licking Kisame's rough lips. He opened his lips and their tongues met softly, teasing each other in a slow dance. Itachi let his hand wander Kisame's large, toned chest, which Kisame took as permission that he too, was allowed to touch.
Very carefully, Kisame rose his hand and let it slide to Itachi's neck and under his hair, causing him to gasp.
Kisame's eyes flung open as their kiss stopped. Kisame removed his hand from Itachi's at record speed, fear crawling into his eyes.
"I'm sor-."
"I liked it."
"-ry...wait what?"
"Touch me again." Itachi commanded, his eyes a bright brown as feelings and desire roared through him.
Kisame nodded, happy that he hadn't caused more damage. Gently, he touched Itachi's cheek. Itachi held Kisame's cool hand and sandwiched it between his cheek and hand for a moment before fluttering his eyelashes and leaning closer.
"I want to kiss more." He whispered.
"Me too." Kisame's breath hitched.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Itachi asked, teasingly sliding two fingers down Kisame's chest.
Kisame groaned at the touch, and then leaned in to distract himself with another kiss.
What started off as slow, steady and careful kisses turned into far more passionate ones. Soon the two were twirling through the bed, alternating positions, lip locked. It was a few hours later when Itachi suggested they eat. Kisame agreed because he would agree to anything Itachi asked - but he was slightly saddened by the kisses ending.
It didn't stop Kisame from touching Itachi in every possible way he could with his newfound freedom to touch. As they sat at the table for breakfast, Kisame gently led Itachi to his lap and reveled in silent joy when he wasn't refused.
Kisame nuzzled Itachi's neck every now and then between bites of pancakes and couldn't stop himself from locking his spare hand with Itachi's.
Itachi was smiling. He couldn't stop the feeling of pure love that radiated from Kisame, satisfying the feelings he had been having of need for so long.
Breakfast, which normally took only fifteen minutes, easily took an hour with the two playfully focused on each other instead of their food.
-.-.-
It was another three days before things progressed further. In those three days, the two became familiar with each other, touching every moment they got, but never sexually.
It was then that Itachi, nuzzled against Kisame by the fireplace where they were both reading and had hot chocolate resting to their sides, asked for more.
"I want to try... More."
"More?" Kisame asked. He had been happy with how things had been going. Somehow, sex scared him. What if it brought back bad memories? Was he even capable of such a thing?
"Yes..."
"I don't know..." Kisame said softly. "We can take it slowly too."
"No, I want more." Itachi insisted. "But I'm not sure how far just yet..."
"Hmm..." Kisame thought. "If you trust me... We can do more..."
"I trust you."
"How about now?" Kisame asked, seriously.
"Yes." Itachi's eyes shot up eagerly. "Now."
Kisame hasn't been expecting such an eager response, and he couldn't help but smirk at it. It was adorable. He felt a throb as his pants tightened, almost instantly.
Kisame reached forward and cupped Itachi's face as he kissed his lover gently.
Their kiss was wet and sloppy as both had their mind elsewhere. Kisame reached for the base of Itachi's shirt and looked into Itachi's burning red eyes for permission.
"Do it." Itachi almost moaned, his breath ragged in desire after their gentle kiss.
Kisame slid the shirt off of Itachi and marveled at Itachi's creamy chest. It had scars from the torture, yet it was still hauntingly beautiful. The scars added to the beauty, if anything at all.
Itachi tugged at Kisame's shirt and it was soon riding off the other's chest. Moments later they were both naked, caught in the other's embrace, lips locked in a passionate drive, their hardened members roughly touching the other's, confirming their mutual desire for more.
Kisame broke the kiss first, a trail of saliva continuing to connect them as they looked into each other's eyes. There was no fear in Itachi's eyes, but he couldn't place what was there, Itachi was looking at him so intensely... He was ready, but Kisame wasn't.
"I'm not sure yet..." Kisame whispered softly. "What if it hurts you?"
"It probably will." Itachi confirmed. "But it'll feel good too."
"I don't know..."
Itachi decided at that moment Kisame was doing too much thinking. He leaned forward and began trailing kisses over Kisame's body, his fingers gripping the shark's dark blue locks as he sucked his pale blue skin, leaving behind his mark on Kisame's neck, shoulders and even the Adam's apple. Kisame moaned, his eyes rolling back as he struggled to avoid touching Itachi, not trusting himself.
Itachi continued to trail kisses downwards, pausing to nibble at Kisame's nipple, an action which caused the shark to growl and grip Itachi's hair, feeling himself losing control. Itachi smirked at the slight loss of control Kisame was showing, feeling himself getting more aroused with every quiver caused by his tongue tasting Kisame's husky sweat.
"I never would have thought you would do this type of thing with me." Kisame groaned lustily, wondering if it was all a dream. How magnificent a dream it was if it was one.
"I never thought I would either." Itachi admitted, pausing in his assault on Kisame's body to look up at the man he once considered his greatest foe.
"Itachi..." Kisame gently pulled Itachi up so they were facing each other once more, their faces close enough to feel the other's breath.
"Hm?"
"Tell me why do you desire me? How can you let go of everything? I don't understand." This was important. If the answer wasn't satisfactory, Kisame had determined he would not let Itachi continue. It might cause regret and the last thing he wanted was for Itachi to regret his actions.
"I'm jealous." Itachi admitted. "I'm jealous because I want you to want me. I want you to lose control when I touch you and use every ounce of your strength fighting the urge to ravage me. I want you to fight yourself and I want to see that fighting in your eyes when you look at me, when you kiss me, when you make love to me."
Kisame shivered as Itachi's words went straight to his cock, precum leaked down the head of his hard, blue cock.
"But if I do that I could hurt you." Kisame was repeating himself, but his mind was hazy and full of perverted thoughts. Itachi's lust filled eyes didn't help the cause at all.
"But you won't hurt me. I know you won't." Itachi gently placed his hand on Kisame's cheek, his eyes betraying his trust.
In truth, Itachi did not completely trust Kisame, not entirely. He might never get to that point. Right now however, his lust, his physical desire was strong enough that he was willing to risk it. He had no fear of pain or death. His eyes therefore, showed no fear, just desire, and it was easily mistaken for trust by Kisame, something which was completely fine with Itachi.
Kisame took Itachi's hand and gingerly kissed Itachi's fingers.
"I understand. I won't betray your trust Itachi. I promise." Kisame vowed this more to himself than anything else. So far, Itachi had been giving him great pleasure and he had done nothing for Itachi. That wasn't how this was going to go. "If I go too far... Tell me right away."
"Okay." Itachi's fingers were already sliding along Kisame's lower body, but they were interrupted when Kisame growled and spun Itachi into his back, pinning him onto the bed as he hovered over Itachi.
Itachi was surprised at his boldness when he instinctively wrapped his arms around Kisame's neck, pulling him down for a kiss, feelings of grave fear mixing with intense desire and domination.
It was quick, yet hot and passionate all the same. Kisame seemed to devour Itachi, all inhibitions gone, and Itachi loved it. Kisame kissed Itachi all over, tracing his tongue along Itachi's scars and navel. His free hand crawled up Itachi's inner thigh and Itachi's moans became audible as soon as Kisame's rough tongue slid over the underside of Itahi's cock, pressing against the pulsating vein.
Itachi's fingers clutched Kisame's hair once more as Kisame slowly took Itachi's cock into his own mouth.
Itachi felt the warm, wet tongue dance around his tongue as the seemingly endless amount of saliva drenched him. He felt himself rise as euphoria overtook him and his toes curled. Kisame was pleasuring him. Doing this for him alone.
It seemed sudden somehow when Kisame's finger just circled his once abused asshole. Instantly Itachi's eyes shot open, all trace of pleasure gone. His erection withered and he roughly shoved Kisame's face off of his cock, his leg instinctively kicking around.
"Stop!"
"I..." Kisame looked up at Itachi, confused and fearful. He had gone too far, but everything had seemed fine. What was this?
"No more." Itachi shivered, his eyes shaking and closing. "No more."
Itachi quickly crawled under the covers and he himself in them, taking deep breaths to calm himself.
"Itachi, I'm so sorry..."
"No... It's... Stay." Itachi commanded as he noticed Kisame about to leave to give Itachi space.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Itachi began to calm himself now. This was a better Kisame he reminded himself. A good one. One that did everything he asked. He had control. He had control. Kisame gave him all control.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't touch me there."
Kisame was confused at first, silent as he thought about where exactly Itachi might have been talking about. That moment was enough to bring a fear within Itachi's mind - would Kisame not want him anymore if he asked for this?
"I'm sorry!" Kisame said as he realized what caused it. "I had no idea touching you there would cause... But I should have known."
"I didn't tell you earlier..." Itachi said his voice choking as he desperately wished Kisame wouldn't lose interest. No, he had control. He had control, right? Kisame would do anything for him. Itachi forced himself to remember all that Kisame had done for him, but the fear remained. "Kisame... Can I... Top?"
"Of course. You can do anything to me." Kisame said without hesitation.
"Anything?"
"Yes. Anything."
"Okay." Itachi said as he relaxed. "Hug me."
Kisame scooted closer and wrapped himself around the blanket which contained Itachi, nor entering it, but spooning Itachi all the same.
"Don't touch me there again. Ever. When we have sex... You can do what you were doing earlier... But nothing else."
"Okay."
"Can I... Tie you up?" Itachi asked, tentatively.
"Yes." Again, there was no hesitation. "You can do anything."
"I really will do anything."
"That's fine."
"How can you trust me so much?" Itachi asked. It made no sense to him. In his eyes, he was everything Kisame shouldn't want - he was someone who would have motive to kill, to want revenge. Why trust him? "I don't understand why you obsess over me, why you do so much for me."
"I told you before." Kisame whispered, holding Itachi even closer than before. "I love you. I fell in love with you when I realized how strongly you cared for others, your powerful spirit... I trust you because I know you are a good person even when I have wronged you. I will also gladly accept any punishment you wish to give me. If you want to kill me, I will accept that death, but you could achieve that in many other ways... I know you. That's all there is to it."
"Okay." Itachi accepted the explanation and turned around in his blanket, and he lifted it as if offering Kisame an invitation to enter.
Kisame accepted the invitation and within moments, Itachi was buried in Kisame's large chest.
-.-.-
The next night, Itachi asked Kisame "have you ever been entered before?"
"No."
"So then... You're sort of like a virgin." Itachi smirked. Actually, it felt nice knowing this. Only Itachi had the honor of taking Kisame this way. Only Itachi had that kind of trust or love from Kisame. That was somehow something Itachi wanted. Who knew they were both equally bad?
Kisame blushed, which showed as purple against his blue skin. "I suppose that's one of seeing it..."
"Well... I'll try to be gentle."
Kisame tried not to cringe. Somehow those words hit a chord. "You don't have to be gentle, I can take it."
Itachi raised an eyebrow.
It turned out Kisame, could not in fact, take it.
"Holy mother of all cows what the fuck." Kisame grinded his teeth. They had plenty of foreplay. Kisame had even cum already by Itachi's hands, Kisame had also blown Itachi - in fact the taste of Itachi's cum was still bitter in his mouth - and they had used a lot of lube. Itachi's cock wasn't even as monstrously large as Kisame's. It still felt like being ripped open.
Itachi stopped and stroked Kisame's cock, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He hid his inward laughter at Kisame's choice of words well.
"Does it hurt? Should I stop?"
"No... Don't stop..." Kisame realized at that moment just what Itachi had gone through that night. There was the huge pain difference, the fact that Itachi was slowing down for him whereas he never slowed down for Itachi. There was the fact that he wanted this, but Itachi never wanted it.
The thought of the rape caused Kisame's erection to wither in seconds.
Itachi left Kisame - not that he had ever fully entered and got on top of Kisame, his legs on either side as he sat on Kisame's chest.
"You alright?"
"Yes. I just... Was thinking about back then." Kisame admitted.
"Don't think about then. Think about now." Itachi said with a dirty smile.
"I ... I can't. You can continue, you don't have to stop."
"I'm not continuing until you want it as much as I do." Because you should always want me. Itachi didn't show his frustration at Kisame's lack of interest, but it was edging into his being.
Kisame bit his lips and grabbed Itachi into a hug, then kissed him fiercely.
"I love you... Itachi." Kisame sighed as they broke the kiss.
Itachi smiled at the lack of the use of an honorific and glided down Kisame's body, finding his cock with his mouth.
"Itachi...?"
"Hm?" Itachi asked as he licked Kisame's softened member, hoping to excite the shark once more.
"You don't love me."
"No."
"We have to stop."
"Why?" Itachi asked.
"I don't want to do this if you don't love me."
"Didn't stop you last time." Itachi said as his eye twitched in annoyance.
Kisame shivered and gently pushed Itachi off of him, heading straight for the shower.
Itachi glared after.
-.-.-
"We need to talk about this." Itachi said as Kisame left the shower. Itachi was still naked, but now lying in bed, tired.
"I don't really want to." Kisame admitted. "But we can talk."
"Kisame... Love takes a long time. I value you... I've come to see you as a friend. And now... You are the first person I have ever felt a physical desire for. I truly want to do this with you."
"The first person... Ever?" Kisame asked intrigued.
"Yes." Itachi said. It was true, even if he didn't admit his more twisted intentions.
"I still don't want to." Kisame said, shutting his eyes.
Itachi paused. "Okay." He then turned around in bed, feeling rejected, feeling his control leave, and a sinking, sickening feeling gathered in his gut.
-.-.-