Author's note: I decided to add on one more one-shot! I couldn't help it. I am totally feeling this pairing. There are some sexual scenes that depict the characters underage so if you are offended, hit the back button now. According to some websites, Itachi was 13-14 when he killed his clan (I thought he was 16. He looked tall for a 13 year old : / ) so in order for these flashbacks to work, it had to be when they were in that age group before Itachi killed his clan. Plus, Madara did tell Sasuke that Itachi had a lover so there you go: Itachi having sex at a fairly young age. It's not ever hinted that Shisui was Itachi's lover but I would love for that to be true.
Italic is flashback with Shisui. Age 13.
Bold italic is flashback with Madara. Age 21.
All other text, he is in present time with Kisame : )
The path they knew by heart was one they created in their younger days. Itachi followed behind Shisui as he led the way. He would look back, sneaking smiles at him and each time Itachi's heart got a little lighter. He had not seen Shisui in months and finally,-finally-, they could be alone together. Instead of playing, they did more adult things now, more intimate things since their bodies had changed with puberty. Things that would force their clan to disown them if they found out. Things that a thirteen and fifteen year old boy shouldn't be doing. But shinobi ethics were different than that of the outside worlds. If they were old enough to kill, they were old enough to be intimate. Time had passed since the days they played tag in this very field, experiences of their shinobi lifes aging them beyond any normal teenager should go through. When they got into the high grass, Shisui's rough hand grabbed Itachi's slender fingers and gave a gentle squeeze. Itachi smiled at the gesture, tucking a dark strand of hair behind his ear.
Itachi's eyes slowly opened. His memories were creeping into his dreams and these were the worst kind of dreams. He cherished what he had with Shisui but he had tucked those precious moments away long ago. It brought pain to his chest and reminded him he wasn't as heartless as he had to let on. He was still human.
Moonlight shone through the trees and lit small flickering squares on the ground below as the wind gently blew. Itachi cracked his back from sleeping against the tree. His long dark hair was not in his usual ponytail and he gently touched the bruised skin of his neck. He squinted at the tenderness. There was still six hours before sunrise and he was two hours away from Kisame. He needed to get back to his partner before sunrise. They had to track down their target and they couldn't waste any more time. His memories kept creeping into his thoughts as he ran.
Madara had claimed Itachi's body but he did not have his loyalty or love even now, years later. There was attraction; he wouldn't lie that Madara was a still a beautiful man but that's what he kept telling himself each time his elder violated his body. Madara's hand was around Itachi's neck, his grip tight with each thrust into him. His eyes were closed and Itachi often wondered if Madara was fantasizing about Hashirama. He had tried fantasizing too about Shisui during sex but it wasn't the same. He had only had Shisui's touch to compare but the differences between the two were polar. The sex was less loving, less kisses and caresses, there wasn't a connection, and every attempt to fantasize was jerked back to reality with harsh bites, scratches and strangling. He hated Madara's touch and his manipulative games. He hated Madara.
Kisame was fast asleep when Itachi slipped into their room. The blanket was on the floor and Kisame's body was sprawled out on his stomach. Itachi stayed against the door, watching Kisame's strong back rise with his breath. He could still feel Madara's hands on him, and it made his stomach turn. He wanted to rid his body of this ill feeling. Immediately stripping off his clothes, Itachi slid under Kisame's arm and took his index finger into his mouth, lightly sucking. After a few minutes, a sleepy Kisame slid on top of Itachi, replacing his fingers with his lips. Kisame's sharp teeth nipped Itachi's bottom lip. Itachi let out a hiss and gave Kisame a deeper kiss as a reward. Kisame was comfort, a familiar and welcomed body against his skin. Each kiss was cleansing Madara's presence from his mind and body.
Shishui kissed Itachi's bare shoulder as they lay in the tall grass, in a small clearing. One hand was on Itachi's hip and each time he entered Itachi, a small moan whispered from his lover's lips. Little did they know while they embraced, deeper plots were taking effect that would change their fate. Both would become a martyr for their beliefs. A year from now, this very moment, as they shared passionate kisses, Itachi would stand before three police officers and be accused of murdering his first and only love. He had always had self-control but his blood boiled at their accusations. He didn't murder him, no. It was what Shisui asked of him. He missed Shisui with his broken heart. He sometimes wondered if things had been in his favor, if none of this happened, would Shisui and he still be lovers? Would they still share their pacifist ideals or would the shinobi world warp their beliefs? Would they leave Konoha and travel? In another life, he wouldn't ever have to know Madara's touch. He would still have Sasuke and perhaps, Kisame and himself would pass as strangers.
Kisame's strong hands stroked Itachi's neck, snaking his fingers into his hair and lifting it out of the way for his lips touch Itachi's skin. The faint bruising of hands was now visible even in the moonlight from the window. Kisame froze, his eyes narrowing at the outlines of fingers that were not his own, smaller in size.
"So is that what you're into?" Kisame raised a brow, eyes finally meeting Itachi's. Itachi shook his head, his hands resting on Kisame's large chest. He could feel Kisame's hands loosen from his hair and slid down to his shoulders. He knew that look too well. Kisame was no longer in the mood. As he got up from the bed, Itachi's hand grasped Kisame's wrist, "Stop running from me."
"I ain't runnin'. I can't stand knowing he touches you. It's disgusting. You always go back to him and that's what pisses me off more. Are you in love with him?" Kisame's voice was rising. His release of emotions got the better of his self-control and even Itachi's eyes widened briefly at his outburst.
"No, I'm not in love with Madara. I have told you before; I have no choice. I can't walk away after everything I have sacrificed for. Do you really think I enjoy his hands on me?"
Kisame's brows rose, 'Sacrifice? What is he talking about?'
Itachi's voice was low and Kisame strained to hear, "As much as I hate him, my hands are tied. But you are my choice, Kisame. You are one of the very few things I have had a choice in. That in itself is more liberating then you know. You are a small freedom I cherish. When you pull away, I feel disgusted in myself and I know you think the same. I don't want you to think so low of me."
Kisame's breath held in his chest at Itachi's words. 'Cherish, my choice.' It was more than he's ever received from Itachi about how he felt. Itachi kept his emotions to himself, his thoughts to himself and it had been drag to finally get his partner comfortable to be able to joke with him. His heart was still fluttering at his words but it still did not clarify their relationship.
"So is that what this is?" Kisame's large hands gesturing between them, "Sleeping with me is your rebellion?"
Itachi did not answer.
"Look, you have your secrets and that's ok. But tell me what this is between us, Itachi, and be honest. I'm used to rejection"
Letting out a sigh that deflated his shoulders, Itachi asked, "What do you want it to be? You called it my rebellion"
"I'm asking you." Kisame found his shirt and put it on.
"We are partners first and that's all."
Rejection. Flat fucking rejection. Why couldn't he ever get a goddamn chance? Kisame was being honest for saying he was used to rejection. He was but it still stung. Kisame closed his eyes and let out a small chuckle. He felt like a fool. Instead of giving up, his heart was ready to fight. "What if that isn't enough for me?"
Itachi met Kisame's eyes, "It's going to have to be or nothing at all. I can't offer you more. I have nothing left to give another but my body. I am hanging on to that as it is. My death wouldn't be fair to either of us if we took what we have any further. Please understand, Kisame, I don't want to lead you on. Even if we were to take a risk, there's still Madara."
Itachi was right. He had briefly forgotten about the other Uchiha. Letting out a sigh and rubbing his face, Kisame dropped a knee in front of Itachi, taking his hand in his. "Let me be selfish, ok? Fuck Madara. I won't hold that against you anymore but I can't promise I won't be jealous. I care about you and I want this, no matter the risks. You deserve to be happy too."
"Have you listened to anything I said?" Itachi brows knitted in annoyance.
Kisame gave him a weak sharp-toothed grin, "I heard you. But that doesn't mean I'm giving up on you."
Itachi's heart pained. He let out an exasperated sigh that lead into a small smile, "You're a fool, Kisame." There was no point in arguing anymore. He spoke the truth and Kisame knew the consequences of their actions if they were to allow themselves this 'relationship.' If he understood that, accepted it and still wanted Itachi, there was nothing that could keep Itachi from saying no except his own decision. He slowly became apathetic after he left Konoha. Murdering the hands that raised you has a way of sealing off your emotions but Shisui had kept coming back like a ghost that haunted his heart. He was stupid to allow himself to develop feelings for Kisame. He didn't want to be hurt again, to have to lose another lover but he needed something to keep him here, something he could hold selfishly to himself for once to get him through another day, keep him from becoming a true monster. He wanted Kisame because he cared for him, he loved him but what if his love, what he had left to scrap from the bottom of his heart, wasn't enough? "You ask too much but I will-"
"Shut up." Kisame's lips met Itachi's. Itachi kissed him back with as much passion and for the first time, the way they held each other, the way they kissed, had something more behind it.
The sun was beginning to rise outside as Kisame held Itachi close to his chest, both asleep on the small twin size bed, completely blissfully content.
Author's note: Okay. I'm glad I got this out. They seem OOC but oh well. Fanfictions aren't always in character anyway. Oh Kisame, you're so awesome and loveable. Leave reviews, please!