The years that followed were like a dream for Kisame, a kind of limbo that had separated him from the rest of the world like a kind of transparent membrane. He could see the outside through the walls of that bubble, yet he slipped all over him without scratching him. Whatever happened and it was other than him and Madara didn't touch him, it had no meaning. He didn't even worry that Madara had graduated with honors by enrolling in literature. However, his faculty was in the same city, a transfer had not been necessary and this had allowed them to continue to see each other as before.
Kisame was sure it would last forever. He talked to other people, both in his class and outside his family, but they all seemed like they belonged to a different planet that had nothing to do with his life, so he hadn't been able to make a real connection. and own friendship apart from the one with Madara leaving all the others at the level of acquaintances only.
The companion's very activity as a brilliant student seemed not to touch him and stop at the surface of his tanned and well-groomed skin; when he spoke Madara listened to him, he understood him and gave him good advice, however he tried to keep himself in a fairly discreet position. Madara had also won several literary competitions with relatively little effort, evidently people liked him.
Kisame had perhaps realized that he was a little intimidated by Obito's presence. The eldest of the cousins, after graduating, had found a job as a clerk in an accounting firm, any job to avoid attracting attention and detaching from the crowd.
However Madara continued to live in what had been the garage of the apartment and, for better or worse, Kisame was forced to deal with his cousin.
The advice of the doctor, with whom Obito still had a few rare sessions, to treat him like an ordinary person without making him feel different, had ended up transforming him into an extreme conformist, making him fearful of even the slightest unexpected event. He'd be annoyed to even swap the weekly Sunday break for another day with a different name, which is why he'd ended up in the office to be the standard worker the stereotypes of the world would have expected.
Kisame, even though he saw him very little, had the impression of feeling something boiling inside his soul, something that he was waiting for nothing but the right moment to explode.
If Obito knew that my opaline quartz promotes change he'd probably be afraid to even look at it. Without the various mutations that have taken place in my life, both large and small, I would be finished by now.
Kisame continued to carry out all his study and sports commitments, he had even told Madara's family, he could not help but talk about him, however he had failed to investigate the true nature of the relationship that existed between them by simply presenting him as the his best friend; his parents, especially his mother, had been happy to learn that their son had finally formed a relationship with someone his age.
It's love?
He asked himself this question one day while he was busting his pecs at the gym. He had stopped losing count of the series he was executing, he had fought so hard to get Madara's interest and now that question had come out of nowhere like a balloon suddenly floating in the sea, unstoppable, overbearing, unexpected. From the sexual side it was a divine thing, every time he felt dragged as if he had been tied behind a moving train, but that day Kisame had realized that anyway the routine was always more or less the same. He went to Madara's house almost every evening, after everyone had done their study and sports commitments, they rarely had dinner together and, every time, Kisame had noticed the fact that Obito was not present. They shut themselves up in that one-room apartment to watch some absurd series and relax in the way Madara loved so much and then end up wrapped up in that sofa that had now become a full-time bed fused together in body and Kisame, he believed, also in soul.
Kisame occasionally happened to distractedly think that he had never kept his word to show him some martial arts moves as he had promised him the first day they met. The dark-haired begged him not to make so much noise after hearing the front door close when Obito returned, who returned every evening after midnight. It was difficult for him to stifle the moans with that athletic and candid body held in his arms that rubbed against him, losing its heat of incandescent lava inside him.
Kisame even bit his tongue one evening. They were lying with his side on a pile of pillows, Madara had wrapped his legs around his powerful torso so hard that it bordered on pain. He had grabbed his waist, which was thinner than his, although it was also very trained, their pelvis fitted together perfectly, Kisame felt the pressure of the other's perfect buttocks on the beginning of the legs, he had penetrated his partner's flesh with the his big penis taut in spasms pushing more and more as he kissed his neck with those velvety lips submerging his chest with his raven hair. The younger one went mad with pleasure sighing and moaning as he leaned his head back, completely carried away by his passion. Madara sighed, apparently more composed than his companion but his black eyes were shining with pleasure as he squeezed and caressed the steel muscles of the body beneath him. The keys turned in the door upstairs and immediately after it opened and closed, the sound of footsteps, they stopped for a few seconds and then continued.
"Be slow, Kisame," Madara gasped as he kept rubbing against him.
You have me in your hand, as always, how do I do it?
The young man trembled biting his tongue, the dark haired buttocks sank more and more forcefully on his thighs, the inside of his body became more and more hot and pulsating, the white hands clung to his developed biceps, a moan was about to escape, he squeezed teeth stronger. They reached orgasm together, by now they had learned to synchronize perfectly. Madara was only able to go through that passion by gasping and sighing, which drove Kisame even more insane.
"What did you do to yourself?" the panting dark-haired man leaned against his chest exhausted by pleasure, while with his hand he wiped away the blood that dripped from his lips. Kisame didn't need to explain anything, the answer was written in his icy irises.
However Kisame had the impression of not being fully involved in Madara's life, a lot of things were missing. Outings together such as simply going to the cinema, taking a tour downtown, a trip, some fun activity; they locked themselves up almost every night in that one-room apartment without getting out of bed.
"I like talking to you, Kisame, you're the smartest person I've ever met" he gently brushed his crew cut looking at him with an infinitely benevolent expression saying these words to him.
Now Kisame was in his third year of high school while Madara was in his second year of literature. The younger one didn't have absolute certainty, but he seemed to see a note of pain at the bottom of those black irises, it grew in intensity as time passed while still remaining confused and imperceptible.
I hope I'm not the cause.
This atrocious doubt gradually led Kisame to blame himself.
Am I not interesting enough? Did I disappoint him? What does he expect from people? I've been alone so much, I may be inexperienced in relationships, how do I know what are the right things to do?
He began to feel restrained and inadequate, the fear of making a mistake tied his hands, he weighed every word and always had the sensation, already experienced in the past, of moving on eggshells. The sex was always amazing, Kisame had never felt anything more wonderful in his life than him, however it had been three years and it could be said that he and Obito had practically never seen each other.
Madara's cousin always came home late at night and, the few times they had crossed paths by mistake, he had only greeted him with a good evening full of impatience. Kisame wanted more, he had to understand if he really was the cause of all these contrasts and distance.
"Why don't you ever invite me to dinner? I'd like it sometime, maybe we could cook together" the youngest asked Madara one evening while they were embracing and caressing each other exhausted by passion.
"Every evening Obito invites some of his friends with whom he goes out afterwards, you know how he is, his complexes are so absurd and incomprehensible that even the doctor has given up on solving them completely. He's improved, he's made a job and some friends, maybe it's better not to subject him to further pressure, we have to settle" Madara explained all this by kissing his partner on the forehead with delicacy and understanding.
"We've been together for three years, Madara, but I can say that I know practically nothing about your cousin who lives here, I don't remember ever having a proper conversation with him. Even as far as we are concerned, all we do is stay locked up in here, you don't know how much I want you to offer me some pleasant activity, nothing much, those normal things that all couples do."
Madara sighed without saying anything, continuing to caress him and look at those blue eyes that had become watery. Kisame saw that note of pain again, maybe this time he vibrated a little more intensely giving proof of existing.
So he has people for dinner every night, evidently they count more than me because I've never been worthy to sit at that table with him and Obito.
Kisame felt hurt by this situation, he remembered very well having already experienced it in the past when Sasori also attended other people apart from him without ever sending him. However this time it was different, Madara had always considered him as his partner, they had been together for three years and this was certainly not the behavior of a normal couple.
What am I for you? Sometimes I seem to understand it but only a second later all my certainties collapse.
One day, after months of continuing to wear himself out with these thoughts, he had realized that there are other priorities in his life, for example he had no longer faced the question of his future with his family. He had already mentioned, once he started high school, his desire to study motor sciences, but unfortunately the news had raised a monstrous fuss especially from his father. He had always opposed his son's passion for sport so he tried to hinder him in every way so as not to let him take that path.
"Dad, as you can see from the workouts that I undertake every day, my interest in sport was not just a momentary crush, consequently, as far as university is concerned, my desire has always remained the same" he said in one breath one day while the family was having lunch.
The head of the family had seriously risked having his laughter go sideways while her mother had lowered her eyes sighing and preparing for the hurricane.
"Kisame, we've already talked about it, I let you choose the course of study you want and I'm even willing to pay for it, but on condition that it's acceptable."
I'm no longer nobody's pleaser, get that in your head!
"It pains me to tell you, Dad, but it's the only thing I'm willing to do or I'll be forced to stop at graduation since I can't find any interest in anything else."
The father's eyes had dilated behind the thick lenses of the glasses looking twice as big: "Is this a threat?"
"No, it's a statement from a person who is sure of what wants" Kisame had crossed his arms involuntarily contracting his large pectorals.
"How dare you? As long as you live in this house, I expect you to listen to me, otherwise I think you're old enough to find another place to live."
"No problem, I'm sure my partner will more than willingly host me until I find accommodation, I can even go out immediately."
The parent's face turned purple while the mother looked at him with her expression, to say the least, shocked: "Did I understand correctly? Did a man lay his hands on you?"
"Yes, you understood perfectly, and so do I to him for that matter."
The parent definitively lost control while the mother put her hands through her curly hair always fresh from the hairdresser: "Get out of here immediately, as of today I no longer have a child!"
"With great pleasure" Kisame threw the fork on the plate with flaming eyes, he took the door without ever turning, slamming it violently behind him.
He had wandered around for about an hour walking fast to let off steam, these were topics that sooner or later had to be addressed, it was about his life, his happiness. As soon as he stopped shaking with anger, he began to feel tired, the orange light of the sunset colored the walls of the city while he sat on the low wall that bordered a parking lot staring at the cars that went in and out.
Madara will definitely have Obito's friends for dinner by now.
He sighed leaning against the metal fence.
In any case, it will be good to clarify things right away since from now on I will have to live there, they certainly won't be able to keep me segregated on the ground floor.
He got up walking briskly in the direction of his partner's house, the adrenaline of that hellish day was still circulating he might as well exploit it to the fullest.
He had rung the bell at the main door of the building, at Obito's apartment. It should have been clear to everyone by now that he and Madara were a couple. He heard the click of the lock unlocking without anyone asking anything on the intercom, evidently it was customary to have people in the house at that hour, certainly no one expected it to be him. He went up the white stairs that smelled clean, the apartment door opened as Madara peeped out with the voices of several people in the background. The slight smile that had curved the dark's lips disappeared for a fraction of a second, he recovered in record time going out onto the landing, at the same time slowly closing the wooden door.
"Kisame, did something happen?" he spoke in a low voice while the other, who towered over him both in height and build, had approached him with a grim face.
"I no longer have a home, my parents don't want to see me anymore. They don't like me deciding about my future both in terms of studies and otherwise. Naturally, the first one I thought of was you."
"You did very well, come" Madara gently took his hands and stood on tiptoe to kiss his full lips.
His eyes sparkle when he sees me, his feelings can't be fake.
The dark-haired man entered the small kitchen to the right of the huge bright living room, Obito was sitting there in the company of a smiling blond boy and another brown-haired boy, both evidently tipsy. Kisame's intuition was confirmed not only by the flushed faces of the two but also by the various empty beer and prosecco bottles that cluttered up the circular table. The air was thick with smoke, the newcomer felt his stomach turn over.
"This is Kisame" Madara introduced him with a smile "wait here, I'll go get you a chair."
He didn't say I'm his partner, why?
It was perhaps the first time, in three years, that he was able to see Obito clearly, without him escaping or being hidden by the semi-darkness. If he had not known anything about the accident, perhaps he would not have even realized that the right eye was motionless and that the eyebrow had a slight, barely visible scar. Most visible was the cut on his cheek.
Maybe he has more hidden under that fringe that looks combed with firecrackers?
His complexes about him were born mainly from the death of his parents and from the abandonment by the girlfriend he had at the time, Kisame was sincerely sorry that he still could not process his pain. And then there was that family misfortune that he had witnessed when he was seventeen. Madara had mentioned it to her on their first day out and then never mentioned it again.
The blond and brown, meanwhile, had introduced themselves as Naruto and Kiba. Kisame immediately liked the blond very much, he was very nice and very amusing; that Kiba, on the other hand, was one of those guys you never know if they're joking or if they're serious, always with an ambiguous grin that's very difficult to interpret. Obito remained rather silent, initially Kisame had wondered on several occasions what was on his mind, but then, carried away by the effect of the prosecco and by Naruto's happiness, he ended up forgetting everything else.
That blond boy was definitely someone who knew how to do it in life, he started talking to Kisame as if he had always known him, he was the same age as him, like Kiba, but he already seemed to have forged several milestones that Kisame had never even dreamed of. During the evening he told many things about himself, his parents had divorced when he had not yet completed even one year of life. His father had left for who knows what part of the world while his mother, with whom he had remained, had died of illness when he was just three years old. In theory he had been entrusted to his maternal grandfather, but the lively old man, once he had been provided for the daily maintenance of him, practically always left him at home alone to go and drink beers at the bar while playing cards.
"I've had to learn to fend for myself practically since I was born, that's why there are few people in the world who can fool me, but you know what's the most important thing, Kisame? Never lose your smile and positivity no matter what happens to you."
Wow if that's true! I would say that these tips come to me at just the right time.
Naruto knew and had frequented several clubs in the city, places that Kisame had never heard of where, apparently, they had a lot of fun. One of these was Susanoo, a night frequented weekly by the rowdy trio.
"Tonight we'll drop by, if you knew what kind of steers there are with whom you can spend a nice evening, if you and Madara also want to join the group, it's no problem for us" Naruto's intense turquoise irises sparkled with joy .
"No thanks, Naruto, maybe another time, Kisame and I prefer to stay here." the dark-haired man intervened smiling politely.
Kisame had noticed that during the course of the evening he had never touched him even by accident.
Why you acting like we're less than friends? It would be nice to have a different evening every now and then.
"I think it's time to go" Obito stood up from his chair with his gloomy face, he had never smiled and had always answered in monosyllables to every sentence addressed to him by Kiba and Madara.
"May we know what the hell is wrong with you tonight?" the brown-haired apostrophed him starting to get annoyed.
"Take it easy, you don't want to do this." Naruto tried to calm the waters "We're going out, then. Hope to see you soon, Kisame."
After the others had left, Kisame and Madara went downstairs to indulge in their usual method of relaxation. The younger had recounted all the discussion he had had with his parents, the other looked at him sympathetically and with languid eyes as he touched him lovingly on the cheeks and head. They had brought a saucer of strawberries covered in dark chocolate, it was Madara himself who delighted in preparing these delights. Kisame had brought one close to the dark's mouth, he had accepted by biting slowly and letting the red juice drip on the white skin. The younger one had cleaned it up by kissing him with his full mouth before offering him the second piece, this was his excuse to touch those moist and velvety lips with his fingers.
"I'm really sorry, Kisame" the dark-haired man lying on his muscular chest murmured "You can also count on me, you can stay here as long as you need."
They were both naked under the covers, Madara had started to caress him, following the shapes of the developed muscles with the tips of his white fingers. Kisame had closed his eyes finally starting to relax after that terrible day. The dark-haired had started kissing him on the smooth skin and on the nipples, Kisame sighed enjoying that hot softness and insinuating his hand in the middle of the really disproportionate amount of hair.
It seems like you love me but you never told me.
He felt his powerful erection making its way while the dark-haired man climbed over his body to kiss him, Kisame squeezed him submerged by raven hair. Madara's hands made their way boldly touching him everywhere as he rubbed against them. Kisame had a jolt every time their erections touched, an electric shock sank directly into the flesh of his lower abdomen. He still he felt vulnerable at the mercy of Madara, never at any time in his life did he feel himself so weak in front of someone.
Still, I like it.
He held his breath as the dark's tongue licked his neck which was now swollen with pleasure. He sucked, nibbled, however he had never left any marks, they were movements made in a workmanlike manner capable of moving the maximum pleasure without ever affecting the skin in any way.
"I love your skin, Kisame, it's so smooth, warm and toned."
The young man moaned and moaned as his lips went down to work the center of his pectorals. He couldn't act, he could only slice and squeeze that white body trembling with pleasure. He writhed losing his lucidity, his big hands grabbed Madara's arms so tightly that they left purple marks. He didn't make a sound leaving small kisses on his companion's steel abs. Kisame moaned feeling those lips and the quickened breath graze his skin. He had gone further down making the youngest find himself suddenly wrapped in the warmth of that mouth. He screamed literally losing control, the soft lights that illuminated the room seemed to him to have halos around them that made them look like stars.
The tips of the stars aren't real, it's just an illusion given by distance, and now I'm light years away from reality.
He no longer even realized if it was Madara's mouth that sank on him or if it was his muscles that pushed to immerse themselves in that velvety heat. The big one grabbed him by the sculpted waist making him understand that he wanted him turned on his back, Kisame obeyed, he was so exposed both physically and emotionally that he too jumped just feeling his sex adhere to the mattress. Madara lay down between his powerful legs stroking his marble buttocks, Kisame felt them squeeze by those delicate hands and separate them, he shuddered violently feeling the hot breath of the dark make its way to that point followed immediately by his hot tongue is wet. He stifled a scream into his pillow, his broken breaths following the pattern of Madara's sweeps, so smooth. In those three years he had understood perfectly how and where to touch him to bring his pleasure to the maximum.
It will last forever, it has to, there can't be another person in the world who knows how to hit me on target as precisely as you.
Madara had lifted himself from his partner's trembling body, the young man had felt him sit on the beginning of his thighs while he spread his legs apart. He gripped his hips as his sex began to work its way into that flesh that was steely but now felt like melting butter. It was the first time that Kisame felt penetrated, his muscles tensed to the maximum while his skin was completely wet with sweat. Madara knew that he had never had such an experience that's why he stopped after slipping completely into him. He bent down kissing the back of his neck as if to reassure him that everything was fine, the dark's lips then rested between his shoulder blades as he began to move to make his way inside him. He increased the pace by grabbing him by the broad shoulders, the sensations that Kisame now felt were completely new, feeling stimulated from within increased his craving in the lower abdomen, he instinctively arched to coordinate better with his partner's movements while emitting choked cries. Madara increased the thrusts panting loudly and enjoying the contact of that perfectly sculpted body on his diaphanous skin.
"Kisame, you are wonderful!"
Each of them felt their partner as an extension of their own body, more and more fused together until they were unable to distinguish. Madara felt pulsations inside that heated flesh, he decided to be accompanied by them to reach orgasm, it was like riding the waves of the sea. Kisame broke free on the mattress emitting shapeless cries, this time it was different, unexpected, surprising.
Thanks for teaching me.
They had fallen asleep embracing each other, motionless and tight, exhausted by passion and by the long day. Kisame still had time to formulate a thought before slipping into sleep.
It's fantastic, exceptional, I don't want it to end, but why do I feel like something is missing?