This Tragic Affair Part 3
Neko Hoshi, Zezu-chan: we don't own Naruto, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. Done, now enjoy!
After taking care of the bloody mess that was on his neck from his wound reopening, he put on a pair of black jean pants with matching pair of socks to go with the boots that were easy to run in it he had to. If was the key word in that sentence.
With a hiss he walked out to see his uncle sitting on his red silk bed that was still messed up from his slumber.
"You must really be a ladies' man 'Tachi to have all those hickeys. Now for the mission assigned to you." Madara spoke with an almost sly smile on his face before it disappeared into an emotionless line on his face.
"What is it?" Itachi asked as he grabbed the almost ragged holster. All the rips and bite holes in the leather was caused by Kisame which made him want to blush but couldn't. He was an Uchiha after all; he had to remain emotionless to look like an aristocrat.
"Since you have no gun, go to our dealer in the next town. There will be another stack of papers on the Hoshigaki that he will have. Sasuke's pretty tied up thanks to other problems. Pick a gun and don't get wasted again. I'm sure you'll pierce your nipples, balls or worse." Madara explained as he stared at his nephew with an intense business gaze.
He nodded and made his way out, only to walk back in. Grabbing his uncle by his hair, he drugged him out with a glare on the ground.
"Hey what are you doing? Let go!" Madara squeaked as he tried to pry his nephew's hand off his hair.
"Yes." Kisame's voice rang in the silent room as he bowed to the elder that was trying his best not to cough. He turned to leave only to go to his room again to grab the polish daggers.
"Is Naru-chan going to miss Kisa-kun?" Naruto asked as he followed the man with his eyes.
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm a fighter."
"Is that why Kisa-kun have a really bad bruise on his collar?" Naruto asked with a tilt to his head. He watched his friend turn around with his hand on his collar.
~Damn~ he shut his eyes as a blush consumed his face. The ~his~ Uchiha caused the hickey on his collar. Putting his collar on his white button down shirt higher to cover the blood bruise.
He turned, patted the blond, and then made his way to the next town. With a toothy grin, he felt the metal object on his hip. The ~his~ Uchiha forgot his gun.
Itachi took the usual car he used for trips – the 2002 mustang that his father got him for his sixteenth birthday. As he came to a stop at the cabin that was on the edge of the town, he stepped out. He felt eyes on him as he made his way to his clan's gun – no weapon dealer. As he knocked twice, he saw the door open to show a middle age man peek out.
"Asuma, I need a gun."
The man let him in as he blew smoke into the air as he watched him. "What happened to the Silver Maria?"
"I lost it." He answered as he looked at their gun dealer in a short glance.
Asuma glared slightly at the Uchiha as he closed the door. As he turned, he noticed Itachi looking at the selection of guns that he had. "See anything you like?"
Itachi picked up an ebony hand gun with only his hands taking it. "Thanks again Asuma."
He tossed a small case of case onto the table and made his way to the door.
"Here's the info Sasuke got before he got in a little trouble." Asuma handed the stack to him as he noticed it was dusk.
The Uchiha took the papers and walked out to head to the hotel he called while he was on the road. As he drove to it, he felt uncomfortable as if he was being stared at.
Kisame stared at the mustang that left the lone cabin as a smile graced his lips as his devilish mind started to go to work in overdrive.
Itachi sat down on the almost rock hard bed, staring at the suitcase that had a secret compartment in the bottom to hide the information that his brother got for him. After putting it away and bring out his neatly packed pajamas to put on after he was finished with his shower. Something that would relax his tense muscles.
Why I even got into this, he thought with a shake of his head as he carried himself to the room that had tile and the shower.
As he stripped down to nothing covering him, his eyes stared at the hickeys the Hoshigaki caused that night. With a slight blush to his pale face, he stepped into the hot stream of water that waited for him.
His mind wandered to everything as to why their clans were fighting.
"Itachi."
His body froze at the husky whisper that sounded like it came from behind him. He turned and stared into the ebony eyes that the man had. With surprise, he backed away only to hit the glass that encased the shower.
"What the hell are you doing here Hoshigaki?" Itachi asked with a glare on the man.
"To see my property again but to also give you your gun back." He answered with a smile.
Itachi tried to keep his gaze on the man's face but they fell lower, only to fall to the well toned chest and petite stomach. Silver Maria was in his hands but also he stared at the man's side. Biting the inside of his cheek, he tried to keep his stare off the man.
"Like what you see?" Kisame asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes."
Kisame wanted to knock him out of his acquiescent state only to touch a lock of hair the Uchiha had. His fingers slid past the earring, causing his lover to wince. With no thought, he took the younger male lips with his own.
He continued to feel the Uchiha's glare and ignored it. Reaching down, he touched the slit, hearing a moan escape into his mouth as felt the Uchiha melt in his touch. He inwardly smirked as he continued to touch the prodigy's slit only to take him full with his hand.
He wanted him to burst then enjoy the fuck the Hoshigaki was going to do to him. As he started the Uchiha, he felt the Uchiha buck with each slide.
Before he could burst, he felt the lusting touch come off, making him whine. He glared at his lover and enemy for the tease but was pressed to the glass by his back. He felt his legs go around the Hoshigaki's waist as he teased a finger into him.
Kisame enjoyed the squirm he caused the man to do before taking his finger out and replacing it with his fully extended, throbbing member. As he shoved, he felt the ebony haired man squirm and moan from the pleasure he was receiving.
Itachi's eyes were half lidded as he took the thrusts in without any rejection to the giver.
As he came closer, the thrusts became more frantic until he came, letting it go into the Uchiha's ass.
From the teasing hand job earlier, he came, spilling his own seed on his and Kisame's stomachs.
"That . . . shouldn't be amazing like it was." Kisame rambled.
"It was because . . . we're meant for each other." Itachi said as he shut the water off and carried to the bed by his lover for both to get the well deserved sleep.
Neko Hoshi: I hope you enjoyed this chap that I wrote by myself. Zezu-chan left a while ago, blame Christmas Break. Please review!