AN:
JK: Well, it's 12:03 a.m. and I'm still not asleep, so here goes nothing.
Current Chapter Contains: Spanking scene.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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"I hate you."
Itachi's words from earlier still rung in Kisame's head. No one else heard him but Kisame.
"I hate you."
Sighing, Kisame relaxed back on his bed.
(He can hate me all he wants. He's stuck with me.) he thought, rubbing his forehead in aggravation. (Ugh...I've got a headache.) Kisame rolled onto his side, deciding to take a nap for once and not have Itachi barge in on him.
-One Hour Later-
Kisame was awoken by a knock on his door. When he went to investigate, a bucket of red paint fell from its strategic hiding place above the door and landed on his head. Kisame was not a happy shark.
-Half-Hour Later-
Kisame emerged from the bathroom blue again and wet. He dried off and proceeded to get dressed when he heard another knock on the door. Pulling his pants up, he kicked the door open in case of paint, then seeing that there was none, he took a step out and slipped on some marbles.
"Dammit! I keep telling Itachi to pick up his toys...!"
After putting them away, Kisame finished getting dressed. He glanced at the clock, then took the Samehada out of the closet to go practice with the dummy out back. And no, I don't mean Tobi. After ten or fifteen minutes, he was conscious of someone watching him. He turned to see Itachi, blank-faced, but tear-stained.
"Itachi-san! Are you okay? Have you been crying? Where were you all afternoon?"
"Fine, yes, none of your business."
"What do you mean 'it's none of my business'? If you wander off, I at least want to know where you are!"
"..." Itachi shuffled past Kisame, silent as ever.
"Itachi-san! Come back here! NOW!! Itachi-san!!"
Over the next few days, there was mounting tension between Itachi and Kisame. It was obvious. They rarely spoke to each other, Itachi barely could stand being in the same room as Kisame, and Kakuzu began screaming about the rising cost of practice dummies and how it was expensive to replace them. After a week of the cold shoulder, Kisame finally cornered Itachi in their bedroom.
"What's wrong with you, Itachi-san?" Kisame asked, moving with the young Sharingan user so he couldn't find an escape route.
"..."
"Itachi-san...!"
"..."
"Please answer, me Itachi-san." Kisame sounded worried.
"...I hate you..."
"Hate me all you want, but you're stuck with me."
"I hate you." Itachi's voice was louder.
"Itachi-san, please calm down." Kisame's heart skipped a beat, now remembering the other reason he didn't want to do anything. Mangekyo Sharingan. Itachi closed his eyes as if to activate it. Kisame's body moved on its own and he pulled Itachi over his lap.
"Ack-!!" Itachi quickly reverted his eyes to normal when he felt his stomach hit Kisame's thighs. Kisame himself was startled. He had just intended to duck out of the way, but when his body fell on the bed it had other ideas.
(Oh, well. As long as I have him trapped, I might as well.) Kisame sighed, moving Itachi's Akatsuki cloak out of his way. He then tugged Itachi's pants down to his knees, leaving him in his boxers. Itachi felt a small blush creep up his face and he dug his nails into Kisame's thigh, remembering how badly it had hurt over his pants.
"Kisame...d-don't...th-this is humiliating..." Itachi found himself stuttering.
"Sorry, Itachi-kun." Kisame sighed, slamming his right hand down hard on Itachi's bottom.
"Itai!!" Itachi yelped, jerking slightly. Kisame pressed down harder on Itachi's lower back to secure him in place and slammed his hand down on his bottom again. "Aaah!! Kisame!!"
"Yes?" Kisame asked, continuing a rapid assault of blows to the seat of Itachi's cotton boxers.
"A-Ah! Wh-Why...are you doing th-this?!"
"Why am I doing what?"
"Why?!" Itachi yelled, squirming pitifully. Kisame sighed.
"Why am I doing what?" he repeated.
"Wh-Why are y-y-you spanking me?! I-I did nothing wrong!"
"Nothing wrong? Itachi, you were going to activate Mangekyo Sharingan on me!"
"W-Well...!"
"Well what?"
"T-They're my eyes!" Itachi argued childishly.
"I don't care!" Kisame growled. "You are not to use Mangekyo on me!" he punctuated each syllable with a hard smack. Itachi yelped in turn.
"Let go!" Itachi growled back, feeling tears prick the back of his eyes. He closed them tightly. (Not again! I will not give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry!)
"I will let go when I think you've learned." Kisame said calmly. "And not a minute sooner."
"Uhnnnn..." Itachi whimpered, biting his lower lip to stop any sobs from escaping him. It was getting harder to stop his tears, though. Kisame had caught on to his tactic and had increased the intensity of the blows. Itachi bit his lip harder, then whimpered softly.
"What? I can't hear you, Itachi-kun." Kisame was trying to listen to Itachi through his gasps.
"Don't...please...no...stop...!" Itachi gasped, realizing that he was going to cry if he wasn't let up soon.
"Itachi-kun? Breathe." the shark-nin encouraged, pausing for a moment. Itachi was grateful for the reprieve and sniffled a little.
"Let...go..." Itachi begged. "I'll...I'll cry...!" It was a pathetic and useless argue, but by now Itachi was willing to do anything to save his backside.
"Sorry, Itachi." Kisame sighed, bending Itachi further over his lap and picking up where he'd left off. Itachi wasn't prepared and let out a startled cry of pain. Kisame could smell the salt water forming at the corners of Itachi's eyes, and pressed down firmer. (Please, Itachi-kun! Hurry and cry so I can let you go sooner!)
"Uhnn...uhnn...!" Itachi tried his hardest to repress his tears, but his bottom felt like someone was using the fireball technique on it. Unable to control himself, Itachi finally burst into tears. He fell limp over Kisame's lap and made no other protests. He understood he was beaten. Kisame smacked him a few more times to make sure he understood, then withdrew his hand.
(That was tiring...) Kisame thought with a sigh, letting Itachi cry over his lap. (At least it's over...) the shark-nin allowed Itachi five more minutes to cry over his lap and then stood him up.
"K-Kisame...?" he sniffled.
"Yeah?" Kisame replied, lightly pulling Itachi's pants back up.
"Why...?" Itachi sobbed. "Why do you...?" Kisame reached forward and took Itachi's wrists in his hands, drawing him onto his lap.
"What?" he asked, stroking his partner's back comfortingly.
"Why do you...(hic)...insist on doing this...to me...?" Itachi sobbed into Kisame's shoulder. Kisame kissed his cheek.
"I love you."
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AN:
JK: Sheesh. Companion to 'I Hate You', he next chappie is 'I Love You'. By the way, though KisaIta is one of my fav pairings, when Kisame told Itachi "I love you", it was not yaoi. More in the parental way. Time is now 2:12 a.m. and JK is done for the day (maybe)
