"Forgive me Kabuto, I was rude yesterday to run away like this, it's not like me, but I was really in a hurry" Kisame had waited anxiously for his bench mate to be able to talk to him.
By now nothing mattered anymore, he the creatures of him, the doubts about what he could have used to give them life, Madara's image was always in front of Kisame's eyes like a transparent ghost that superimposed itself on the real world. That charming dark bullied his every gesture, even while he was studying, training or watching a movie. He represented the reason he opened his eyes in the morning and the last thought he fell asleep with in the evening. Sometimes he found himself writing his name on books and notebooks as if his hand moved by itself. One day, even while he was training on his bicycle, he had brought with him an indelible marker to leave Madara's name on walls, gates, curbs, even on a fleshy and thorny prickly pear leaf outside the fence of a garden. Kisame didn't recognize himself anymore and yet he couldn't do without what he had become.
"If the cyborg made an impression on you, you can easily admit it, I realize it's something you don't see every day" Kabuto was showing off one of his usual asymmetrical smiles, the lenses of his glasses had a sinister flash which he erased for for an instant the image of the dark irises.
"Well... yes, it's actually a bit peculiar, but don't worry" Kisame was smiling at everyone by now, he did it even when he was alone or in less appropriate situations.
Meanwhile, he was making a sort of mental outline of the questions that he could have brought to Madara's attention during the assembly that was to be held in a few days.
I'll have to get noticed but without risking looking stupid.
He went over that sort of program several times a day: he had decided to start from the fact that the first classes, being in a branch of the school with respect to the central one, found themselves in difficult situations in order to be able to carry out some courses.
Well, this is an important topic, it can go.
He had thought that it might also be interesting to propose sports tournaments.
Madara has an athletic physique from what I could tell he most likely loves sports. However, the topics that he had prepared did not end here, he had decided to also consider possible photography courses or launch the idea of additional scores for those studying languages, or anything else, outside the school program .
Maybe I will make different people hate me, but the important thing is that I make Madara love me. All right, maybe I'm asking too much, your look and smile would be enough for me.
Kisame was both impatient and terrified of the day that fateful assembly would be held. If the first graders had been in the school's headquarters he was sure he couldn't resist the temptation to pass Quinta C several times a day hoping to meet Madara. However, he too would have been satisfied just to admire it from afar. And instead he had to stay there and fantasize in that building where the first years had been placed.
And if he decides not to consider you at all, have you thought about it?
Of course he had thought about it, but at that moment Kisame was sure that he could have lived just thinking about him. In the evening, before slipping into sleep, but also during the endless lessons that bored him while the teacher was explaining, he used to get lost in his daydreams inventing little stories in which Madara was the protagonist.
Why am I never present in these stories? Out of simple superstition or because I think I don't deserve your attention?
In fact, he had noticed how Madara, in these small films of his, interacted with real or invented characters, but Kisame was never present among them. One night, the one before the day of the assembly, it was his body that gave him an answer and activated for him. He had woken up in a bath of sweat and with wet boxers while he was still going through an irrepressible trembling. He turned over in the sheets with his heart pounding, outside of him it was starting to get day and a smile touched his lips.
The moment I've been waiting for is now, those who have to act are not characters invented by my head, it's me.
He had spent twenty minutes in front of the wardrobe that morning, undecided about what to wear. He had tried on several dresses only to then take them off immediately after not being completely satisfied with his image of him.
What's wrong? Do I need to train more?
Since the weather was still warm, he decided on a black sleeveless V-neck shirt which, being quite short, he decided to leave out of his belt, rather tight red jeans and shiny black leather boots with crossed laces in front. He smiled at his reflection in his mirror as she applied gel to keep his midnight blue hair in its crew cut shape. He wondered absently if his frozen eyes could attract the attention of Madara's black ones. He boarded the bus feeling the opaline quartz move between his pecs with every step.
Who knows, maybe it decides to work today!
The assembly would be held in a ballroom located on the old city walls, all the students had gone directly there, they would only enter school once it was finished. Kisame had positioned himself in front of the entrance door, his class was not far away but he paid no attention to it, mentally going over the questions and proposals he wanted to make to Madara, he wanted to be one of the first to enter in order to be able to position himself in first row. As he absentmindedly observed the strange hexagonal glass that was in the center of the swing door, half polygon on one leaf and half on the other, he heard a female voice calling from behind her. Turning around he found Sarana, the girl who, a week before on their first day of school, stared at him smiling in class; she had pulled her thick brown hair into a ponytail. She wore a dark green satin shirt that shone in the sun, two small dimples had formed on the cheeks of that oval face with soft and harmonious shapes. She was made up in a very simple way, very little mascara and a transparent lip gloss.
"Kisame, why are you here alone? Come there with us."
"Thanks, but you don't have to worry. You know, I have several proposals to make to the representative, I'd like to sit in the front rows so that he can hear me without problems" Kisame made an effort to be polite and to hide the real reason behind his initiative.
The girl's face lit up even more: "I knew you were a very smart guy, Kisame"
He felt himself sinking into embarrassment, he tried to keep the smile alive but he was sure that in that moment, losing his sincerity, he had turned into a slightly crooked grin. Finally they decided to open the door, unfortunately Kisame wasn't fast enough to enter so Sarana had time to grab him to take his arm. He swallowed more and more anxiously, if Madara had seen him right now it would have been a disaster. They walked into the dimly lit room, Kisame breathed a sigh of relief realizing that the atmosphere was made even darker by the black floor and walls.
Maybe the fact that Madara didn't notice me on the first day could be good in this case.
Chairs had been set up in the hall and now filled the entire dance floor. Kisame headed briskly towards the front rows while Sarana didn't want to leave him, he noticed that she occasionally glanced at him sideways smiling, but he was determined not to be discouraged by this. He sat right in the middle of the row, facing the desk that had been placed in front of the audience, certain that the institute representative would speak from there. He noticed that two speakers had been placed, surely Madara would have used a microphone mindful of the rudeness and noise of the students of the first ones.
Damn, I could never speak in public, hearing my voice from the speakers would disgust me too much, I would certainly blush and start stammering.
Madara wasn't there yet, Sarana took a seat to Kisame's right not knowing what to invent anymore to get some interest from those blue eyes: "This weekend, if we don't have too much to study, invite me to dinner ?"
"I'm sorry, Sarana, but I have many commitments. Apart from the practical study also different sports" he didn't look into her eyes, she was looking down. He was perfectly aware of how this was wrong behavior but she that girl had the power to make him deeply uncomfortable.
"You actually have a nice physique, congratulations!"
She smiles continuously, like Sasori, only that her smile is open, sunny and sincere, it almost seems to emanate light, while Sasori's… I can't even describe it. He never showed his teeth and it was like saying… sinister.
The buzz in the room was subdued but constant, it didn't stop even when Madara made his sudden entrance from the left to stop behind the desk. A boy with short black hair immediately stood up from the front row, a little distance from Kisame, to hand him some papers. The charming dark-haired probably smiled thanking him while the other quickly returned to his seat; no one had been able to see his face, except perhaps those sitting right next to him. Kisame had felt his heart stop, so his mind began to fog while he began to get lost in nonsense to keep from passing out.
He entered from the left, was he in the bathroom perhaps? And the boy with the mysterious face? I'm sure I wouldn't be happy to know that…
Madara, meanwhile, after a couple of minutes spent scrolling through the papers in front of him, got up to take a position leaning in front of the desk with the microphone in his hand. He was dressed quite simply, in a white linen shirt and jeans, this basic attire, however, had the power to enhance the almost unreal beauty of his hair. He waited a little longer in the hope that the buzz would subside but since it didn't, he decided to start talking. Kisame's mouth was now completely dry, so he took the small bottle of water that he had in his backpack starting to drink in small sips; his hands were shaking and the risk of getting his clothes wet terrified him.
He would surely think I'm a sack of potatoes!
Madara had started with presentations, mostly aimed at first year students, and then continued with descriptions of the school, the projects for the future year that would go to the votes, the various problems that existed both with the structure of the building , and with teachers, up to those relating to exams and study programmes.
Right, he's in fifth grade, he has to think about exams for himself too.
Kisame was now lost in those black and magnetic eyes, he paid more attention to seeing if Madara noticed him rather than to his words, which reached him only in a fragmented way and only in the rare moments when his clouded brain was able to record something. He could only sense that he was calm and gentle with a slight smile always framing his beautiful face.
You are an angel?
The short-haired dark-haired man approached him again, still strictly keeping his back to the room. Madara clutched the microphone to his chest so as not to let everyone hear what the other had to say to him.
I wish I could hear your heartbeat now from the speakers.
Kisame felt like a snowflake that fell by mistake in August. Madara smiled again at the mysterious boy who sat back strictly without showing his face.
Who the hell are you?
"Now if any of you have any proposals for me, I'll listen to you, the best ones will be put to the vote" the words that Kisame had been waiting for a week, his moment.
Without hesitation he raised one of his big hands to get Madara's attention before someone could steal the right of way from him to say something.
"Yes, please, tell me" the dark-haired gave him such an angelic smile that Kisame felt a squeeze behind his breastbone. His mouth was dry again but now he certainly couldn't drink, apart from the embarrassment he would have risked choking. His vision was blurred, it seemed to him that there was reverberation everywhere.
Your moment is now, hurry up!
Madara's gaze, beautiful and gracious, was inside him now.
"Here... I... I would like to make a proposal..."
"I'm listening, but first tell us who you are." Madara tilted his head slightly to the right to uncover the eye behind her hair, still smiling quietly.
How stupid! What an idiot!
"I'm Kisame Hoshigaki, a first year student" he said in one breath to prevent the rest of the room from intervening or taunting him for the mistake he made a few seconds ago "We met a week ago… did you come for a ride for classes and…"
Double dumb, cut it out!
Madara nodded smiling, always very sympathetic. A few chuckles arose from the audience behind him, however Kisame was unable to attribute an identity to those voices, his heart was literally exploding and drops of sweat began to glisten on his forehead.
Come on, get serious.
Finally he managed to speak without stuttering although his hands felt cold and tingling, he had decided to start from his favorite subject and on which he was more knowledgeable: sport. He raised the increasingly frequent problem of too much sedentary lifestyle that was present among young people and perhaps, on this, the school could lend a hand by organizing tournaments of various disciplines. Madara's face turned serious as he nodded again as he picked up a writing pad.
"Interesting topic, Kisame, this will definitely be put to a vote."
He remembers my name!
The attentive attitude of the school representative towards his ideas, instilled in Kisame new confidence so that he felt authorized to continue with the next area. He decided to move on to a slightly more scholastic topic, namely his proposal to give extra points to students who were taking extra-curricular courses, for example studying a language. He connected this to the fact that the first classes, being in a branch, could perhaps have had difficulties in carrying out certain courses.
"Excellent, Kisame" Madara wrote down every word of him.
Sarana, to his right, looked at him sideways in admiration without saying anything.
It's just a side effect, come on you're on the right track, maybe he will remember not only your name but also your face.
He decided to move on to more pleasant things by stating that the additional points could also be given to students who followed courses in photography, art or music, perhaps organized by the school itself.
"Thanks for everything, Kisame, your contribution was very positive, the fact that it comes from a first year student makes it even more amazing. Next month we will put all your suggestions to a vote" Madara's satisfied smile was now exclusively aimed at him, it was evident.
A murmur of disapproval rose from the audience, in the middle Kisame was also able to read envy and hatred, but it didn't matter, he had just managed to open a small crack in Madara's heart which was then supposed to become a breach. The only problem now represented by the fact that their meetings could not be limited to just once a month here, now he would have to think of something else.
However the first step is done, one thing at a time.
"Sorry, Sarana, but I have to go out for a moment to get some air" he was trembling with emotion and then that fixed gaze that the girl had planted on him was making him nervous. Perhaps the assembly would have gone on for some time yet, however Kisame was aware that he would no longer be able to keep up with any speech.
"Are you feeling well, do you want me to accompany you?" she asked, grabbing his sweaty arm.
"No, thanks, I'll be right back" but the fact that he had gone out carrying his backpack made them both understand that he had reserved the right to change his mind.
I might even take a walk to release tension.
After about ten minutes of standing outside leaning against the wall still undecided on what to do and waiting for the fog in his brain to clear, he heard a gentle and persuasive voice calling from his left. He had managed not to pass out and deemed this nothing less than a miracle, Madara had just emerged from the door with the glass hexagon and was smiling at him. Now, the first time he saw him illuminated by the sun, Kisame noticed that his hair actually had blue highlights, but his hair was completely natural. Kisame couldn't utter a word as the other approached smiling.
"You're very insightful for someone from before" now he was so close that Kisame could smell his scent again "usually I always find myself dealing with loud and rude kids, but you have so many qualities. I'd really like to get to know you better."
Kisame was left with a loose jaw and a aching heart.
Damn, today he will die of a heart attack!
Only after several seconds did he realize that his mouth was awkwardly open.
"How about we go get a drink? Everything is better when you are relaxed."
"Um… now?" Kisame was muttering with his mouth slurred again, the bottle of water he had in his backpack was now empty.
"Of course, don't worry, my cousin will take care of concluding the meeting, I'm sure he couldn't wait to have an opportunity like this" Madara's expression was always calm.
Kisame felt a sinking heart every time he shook his head to remove the hair from his right eye, he hoped that the other would not notice his sweaty skin, but by now he was so close that it would have been impossible not to see anything. Him. For his part, he had noticed a thin gold chain sticking out from behind the collar of the dark brown's white linen shirt.
"But I... I should go back to class..."
You're an idiot!
"Kisame, I'm your school representative, I can justify you for anything and teachers are required to listen to me" replied the other giving him a light pat on a muscular shoulder, smiling between amused and indulgent.
Kisame had followed him to a nearby bar, scolding himself for not being able to utter a single word.
Kisame, don't be a fool, don't screw it up now!
Madara had sat at one of the tables outside, they were in one of the streets in the center through which a lot of people passed by on foot.
Even though he's just met me, he doesn't mind being seen sitting at the bar with me.
The pose that Madara had assumed, with his legs crossed and leaning well back in the metal chair, exuded confidence but also an extreme elegance in his movements. Kisame made an effort not to appear too awkward by concentrating on maintaining a composed and seemingly imperturbable position.
But inside I have an uncontrollable tsunami.
When the young waitress joined them Madara ordered a large draft beer.
"What are you up to, Kisame?" he prodded him since he looked like some kind of wax figure.
Damn he goes down hard already at this time in the morning, and what does he do in the evening? But yeah, come on, I need to loosen up or I'm going to risk making a really bad impression after a flawless start.
"The same for me too."
"So, Kisame, you've chosen a rather demanding school, usually there aren't many sports enthusiasts like you in classical high school" Madara tried to put him at ease as he sipped his drink.
I chose it to please my parents.
"In fact, I would like my future to be in sport" Kisame took long sips of iced beer impatiently waiting for his effect to free him from emotion and fear of making mistakes "after graduation I would like to study motor sciences."
"You're lucky to have such clear ideas at your age" Madara had already halved his glass yet he still looked completely lucid "I would like to do literature, I'm very good at writing and I like it. Meanwhile, I also practice sports, I've been doing martial arts of all kinds since I was six years old."
"Great, I don't know anything about martial arts, I go to the gym, wind surf and ride a bike and run, if you like you could teach me some moves" Kisame was happy to start feeling uninhibited once he finished his glass.
"With great pleasure, then with the strength you have you could really be a marvel, if you want we can go to my house and I'll show you something" Madara ordered two more drinks for both of us.
Kisame was beaming. I can't believe he invited me to his house!
As the second drink started, since he wasn't used to drinking much especially at that time of the morning, Kisame began to feel totally disconnected. He was pleasant, all fear was gone; Madara, in front of him, looked so beautiful that he seemed to glow.
It's not possible, maybe I'm still dreaming.
He decided to take advantage of his momentary ease to ask him that question that he had been thinking about for several hours: "Madara, can I ask who is your assistant who always has his back to people during the assembly?"
The charming dark-haired man burst out laughing, leaving his friend slightly dumbfounded: "Did you notice that he has something strange, of course you are a very smart person. This is the cousin I was telling you about earlier. His name is Obito and we've lived as roommates since I started high school. He is a year older than me but unfortunately he failed. He can't forgive me the fact that I stole the position of school representative from him being younger, he would have wanted this role. He is so problematic and full of complexes that he is not at all suitable to be a leader. However he is a good guy, his help is essential for me, I could not handle this charge alone. "
You are beautiful when you laugh, the little dimples under your eyes are accentuated, I find them terribly attractive.
Kisame felt his erection making its way inside his red jeans, he crossed his muscular legs in concern that something would be noticed. He watched in fascination as Madara ran his elegant, slender fingers over the condensation of the glass: "Where do these difficulties of hers come from if I'm not too indiscreet."
Madara's face darkened as he recalled his sad memories: "A couple of years ago he was involved in a car accident, unfortunately his father was driving, his mother was in the passenger seat so he was orphaned that day. In the fight he lost his right eye, now he has a prosthesis and practically nothing is noticeable. His girlfriend at the time left him a few months later, literally disappearing from the face of the earth and making himself untraceable. Him attributing it to the accident and the scars on his face and already tried by the death of his parents, he went into depression and is unable to recover. Only a few months earlier he had found himself involved in another misfortune that had befallen the family."
Madara heaved a sad sigh lowering his eyes, finished his drink in one gulp before continuing.
"Unfortunately at the time we had lost touch. Following the accident, I decided to move to his house to try to help him out, in days he seems to be better but then he falls back and has to start over. The doctor who follows him claims that the best thing to do is to treat him like an ordinary person, avoiding making him feel different, but the path will still be very difficult" it was incredible how Madara, speaking of a thing like this, still managed to maintain his calm expression.
Maybe I'm the one who gives him security?
"So now we're actually going to his house?"
"In practice, yes, but you don't have to worry, I've settled on the ground floor in what is a former garage while he stays upstairs. The apartments are connected by an internal staircase but we have our privacy and, if desired, even separate exits. How about we take a walk, shall we?"
Kisame smiled enthusiastically, but as he made the gesture of getting up from the chair he fell heavily on it.
"What's wrong with you, are you okay?" Madara had got up running to go to him.
"No, it's just… I'm not usually used to drinking, he just feels a little dizzy."
"Don't worry it's nothing, I'll call a taxi and let's go home right away" Madara smiled at him lightly massaging his steely shoulders, Kisame had to tighten his thighs even more so as not to show the swelling that was increasing more and more.
The building where Obito and Madara lived was indeed so modern and luxurious that Kisame had to refrain from making any inappropriate exclamations. He entered through a metal gate from which a small white stone road started and crossed a large, well-kept garden before reaching the main glass door. Madara decided to pass by while explaining to Kisame that they could also access his room from a second access for his exclusive use. The white marble stairs gave off a faint smell of bleach or other cleaners, Kisame couldn't quite identify the exact types, it was still very pleasant. Madara, after deactivating the alarm of the first apartment they encountered, kindly let his friend enter first. Kisame found himself, still amazed, admiring a huge living room with a parquet floor and two large, and certainly comfortable, white sofas. A large window, through which a balcony could be glimpsed, lit up the room as if there was almost no difference between the outside and the inside.
That's how I like it, not small, dark houses like Sasori and Kabuto's.
"Here Obito lives, but since there is only one kitchen we both use it, I usually stay downstairs" Madara affirmed, guiding the guest in the direction of a small wooden door.
Descending a few steps of the same material, one reached the studio flat where Madara was staying.
The stairs are wooden but not slippery and sinister like Sasori's, it's a studio apartment but not rundown like Kabuto's, this is spectacular.
The first thing we were faced with was a gigantic, decidedly well-stocked library, the volumes, all bound in deluxe editions, followed an obsessive order and cleanliness, there wasn't a speck of dust. A fixed PC, turned on and in standby, was on a desk against the right-hand wall, immediately at the bottom of the stairs.
"I love series for which the PC is downloading them twenty-four hours a day" Madara specified as if he were reading the other's thoughts.
In front of the desk is a massive wooden table with four heavy chairs.
"If you want, you can also eat here by ordering something" Madara had turned to his friend while his very long hair slipped from his right shoulder.
No words came out of Kisame's wide-open mouth for now. He noticed how a small window managed to flood the room with light despite being small. A door, it was certainly the second exit of the house. On the wall opposite the bookcase a sofa and a small fireplace located in the corner.
"I usually sleep upstairs in a small room at the end of the corridor, but if you want this too, it becomes a bed" Madara had relaxed on the sofa "come on, come and sit down"
Kisame stood next to him but without touching him, he felt his trained muscles remain stiff, this even prevented him from leaning on the back: "What's there?" he asked more out of embarrassment than curiosity, pointing to a door to their right with a beautiful stained glass window set in, was the image of a red lily.
"The bathroom, I told you that if I want I'm totally independent" Madara smiled calmly "Shall we look at something?" he pointed to a television hanging on the wall by the fireplace so large it looked like a movie theater.
Kisame nodded, finally his wish had come true however he just couldn't relax. Madara had put a strange series that he had never heard of, the plot was centered on the story of two plastic surgeons who worked together in the same clinic.
Stupid, who would have thought Madara followed this stuff?
"What do you think about plastic surgery?" Madara was trying to break the ice with his understanding smile.
"Well…I…never wondered. I believe that we must try to improve ourselves but also accept ourselves for who we are; that's why I play sports but I never pretended to change my connotations."
Madara nodded closing his eyes for a split second: "Right, you are as young as you are wise, Kisame, you surprise me more every minute, do you want something to drink?"
"Very willingly, thank you" Kisame smiled more at the compliment than at the offer.
The dark-haired man went up the stairs with his elegant movements to return shortly after with two ice-cold beers and two glasses which he placed on the small cubic table in front of the sofa. This time he was positioned much closer, Kisame swallowed, an inch less and would have sat directly on his lap, he could feel the pressure of his hip on him. He felt his body fill with an intense heat, his heart was pounding yes, but now it was pleasant.
"However, in some cases cosmetic surgery can be useful, as in the case of your cousin Obito" now Kisame was speaking only to get out of the embarrassment.
"Undoubtedly, I confirm that you are a very smart guy, Kisame" Madara touched the two glasses and he was very happy to drink.
Apart from the fact that I'm thirsty I'm desperate because I can't melt.
While that absurd film was going on, Madara had taken out various objects from a drawer of the small table. A lighter, the shell of a coconut cut in half which once probably contained ice cream, a pack of cigarettes, a pack of tobacco papers and a small ball of aluminum foil.
Did you take me for a fool? I know what you are about to do.
Kisame's hands trembled slightly, the fear of getting into trouble was getting intense, however the fear of ruining that long-awaited opportunity exceeded it by a long time.
Will anyone be able to smell it when I get home? Obito does he know?
He forced himself to smile and be normal again waiting for the effect of the beer. Meanwhile Madara had completed his work with those white and delicate hands, he had allowed himself a couple of puffs before stretching his fingers in the direction of Kisame's bewildered face.
"Come on, I see you can't relax properly, I understand you've never had such experiences, do you trust me?"
Come on, this is not the time to be a perfectionist, I can't make a fool of myself like that now or he'd think I came down from Mars this morning.
Before accepting she took another long sip of beer. He felt like coughing, Madara laughed. He tried again, this time he succeeded realizing that the sensation was more natural and controllable than that given by alcohol. Now he felt free to look at that stupendous body next to him, he watched his stomach rise and fall at the rhythm of his breathing which seemed to accelerate a little.
Are you excited? Yet apparently you always seem to have everything under control.
He was amazed at how many details he was noticing now. Madara turned in his direction, surprising him staring at him, Kisame wasn't at all upset, on the contrary he smiled. The dark-haired smoothed his thick hair with his right hand while his gaze became languid. The same hand with which he had touched his hair stretched slowly in the direction of the V-neckline of Kisame's shirt, remained still for a moment resting on his chest probing the ground, Kisame didn't move, those black eyes held him in his fist. Madara bit his lower lip slightly, shook his head in the usual gesture of removing the tuft from the front, his fingertips crept into his shirt to touch Kisame's warm and smooth skin following the shapes of his pecs. He let out a sigh, Madara's eyes glittered as if in approval. That elegant hand became more determined starting to unbutton the black shirt until it was completely open. Kisame's muscular, tanned body shook with obvious tremors as Madara's eyes traveled from top to bottom. The dark-haired stroked his face as if to reassure him, then his fingers went down again to play with his opaline quartz.
"It's beautiful, almost equal to your eyes."
Kisame felt like he was surrounded by flames, his full lips parted in an adoring expression, yet he still couldn't move. Madara's hands were as delicate as they were firm in their safety. He took off his shirt, his fingers descended on his steel abs with a light but firm caress, now Madara's pale face was submerged by his hair but he never pushed it away. Even Kisame's breath began to tremble as he felt that touch resting on his erection still imprisoned in his red jeans. An uncontrolled cry tore the younger man out of his silence, Madara sat on his lap stimulating his erection with firm and perfect buttocks.
Why hold back, Kisame? Don't preclude anything now that you're here.
His hands moved almost independently grabbing his waist from under his white shirt, his candid skin was hot like his breath, he was now so close that Kisame could hardly focus his dark eyes. Madara grabbed his face with both hands, that grip managed to be firm but gentle at the same time, pulling him towards his until their lips touched. Kisame involuntarily stopped breathing, his heart had an irregular leap, the long hair of the dark-haired submerged them both light and silky.
I was right, this was the scent I smelled.
The kiss became more and more passionate, Kisame started breathing again confusing his sighs with those of the other, both had full and fleshy lips, this made that contact like a velvet slide, Kisame imagined it as blue. His hands began to ascend until they met Madara's buttocks, the dark-haired moaned starting to move slowly on his erection. Kisame felt explode also because his sex had always been of considerable size, he unfastened his belt immediately after doing the same with Madara's.
He didn't just remember my name then.
The dark-haired ran his hands all over his bust starting to kiss his developed pectorals, Kisame cried again throwing his head back while exposing the veins of his powerful neck, Madara ran through them with the tip of his tongue.
If going mad feels that good, I'd be happy to go to the asylum.
He felt his mind reeling. He moaned loudly as Madara descended from his legs to kneel on the ground placing his soft lips on his abs, her hair was so long and thick that it was able to practically wrap around his entire body; those dexterous hands unfastened his belt and jeans without Kisame almost not noticing, he began to take them off, taking his underwear with him without making any noise, with confidence, the younger one was panting in sweat. A strangled gasp, the lips of the dark had just rested on the imposing erection of him, disseminated him with small kisses while his hands caressed his powerful thighs.
It's not possible, it doesn't seem real.
Kisame felt vulnerable now, Madara could do whatever he wanted with him.
But now I am no longer the pleaser of others, now I am pleasing myself.
The contact of the dark's lips were electric shocks that he felt deep in his belly. Madara called his name between hot gasps before sliding his cock into his soft warm mouth. Kisame was amazed at the shapeless verse that he let escape from his lips, but now no, he didn't have to get caught up in thoughts, he let his mind empty to let himself completely melt in that long-awaited heat that came so suddenly. He started to move instinctively pushing into that soft opening and insinuating her big hands into his thick hair. He couldn't form any words now, only moans and sighs. Without warning Madara stood up undressing completely, his black eyes sparkled with mad pleasure, his full lips parted, Kisame let him take the initiative completely. His athletic and candid body moved towards him calling him again in a low voice, Kisame noticed his trembling as he sat down again on his muscular thighs letting his big penis enter inside him without however changing her expression of the face. The self-control of the older one seemed to waver like an autumn leaf. The blue eyes of the youngest widened, Madara had held him in his arms starting to move by pressing her taut sex on his steel abs.
"Kisame, I had already noticed your gaze the first day, I understood that you did everything for me."
Those words made him happy and incredulous at the same time.
Back then it wasn't true that I was worthless as they always wanted me to believe.
He grabbed the dark's buttocks with his big hands squeezing tightly, they were trained and perfect, he made his way inside his flesh pushing hard having suddenly found confidence in himself and in his being important to someone, he too deserved satisfaction and love. These incredible sensations never felt before, or at least so rarely as to be classified as familiar, made him move feverishly, without a precise rhythm. Now he was shouting Madara's name unheard of by anyone, the dark haired above him swaying submerged in his own hair which rose to the rhythm of his panting. The dark's lunges became more determined, Kisame's tanned skin sweated while there were no other sounds apart from their labored breathing. The older's tapered legs squeezed his muscular waist, this gave Kisame the final rush to cum inside him. When Madara also let go on his belly with a strong trembling in his breath, Kisame understood that he had waited only respecting his times. The dark-haired lay down on his chest, kissing him and continuing to caress him with his hair, they remained embraced, slowly passing their hands over his body until they relaxed completely.
I no longer have to think that I don't deserve anything and that I'm not worthy of something, this time I fought for myself, for someone I wanted. I won, if I want I can succeed in anything, I have nothing less than the others. Now the protagonist will be me and no longer the inventions in my head.