Questionable Loyalty

A/N: I know that you're all curious about the conversation between Itachi and Kakashi, but I just couldn't have Kisame and Itachi alone together and not write smut. XD



CHAPTER 15





When Kisame returned to the rooms he shared with his partner, he found the young man fast asleep on the ugly yellow couch, covered with a thin blanket. His long hair had come loose of its ponytail and it spread around his head in soft, dark waves. He paused and watched Itachi, taking in every detail of his face – the soft, full lips, the high cheekbones, the long, raven eyelashes. For a moment, the Mist nin felt a wave of almost bestial possessiveness and protectiveness and his large hands curled into fists. He couldn’t protect Itachi – he’d known this for a long time now, least of all from himself, and every time he rediscovered that fact it felt like a kick in the gut.



Itachi’s brow furrowed and the soft lips pulled back to reveal white teeth in a grimace of fear and pain.



“No…” the young man whimpered.



Kisame crouched down and put his hand on Itachi’s head, gently caressing and petting the soft sable hair.



“Itachi-san…”



Itachi’s eyes opened wide immediately, still wild and pained from the nightmare. He gasped and jerked, but his huge partner held him down with ease.



“It’s okay. It’s just me. It’s okay.” He cooed gently. Itachi’s eyes slowly began to focus, he blinked and looked at his partner.



“Kisame…what time is it?”



“Early afternoon. Did you manage to get some sleep?”



Itachi nodded and pulled the blanket closer around him.



“Where were you?”



“With Pein-sama. He finally spoke to Kakashi… Revealed his plans.”



“Oh.” Itachi said, then slowly pulled himself up to a sitting position and Kisame moved to sit next to him, wrapping one large, strong hand around his shoulders.



“How did that go?”



Kisame shook his head.



“That bad?”



“He has been under Konoha’s influence longer than you were, and he’s never had your wake up call.”



Itachi curled up in the warm, protective embrace.



“Pein wants me to talk to him, doesn’t he?” he asked softly.



“Yes. You know that man too damn well.”



Itachi gave him a wan smile which faded when he thought of Pein’s request.



“I cannot do this, Kisame. I cannot… I cannot reveal the truth to another, especially not someone from Konoha. If it leaks out…”



“I don’t think that Kakashi wants any harm to come to Konoha – he’s as protective of it as you are, Itachi-san.” Kisame said, his hand instinctively going back to Itachi’s hair and beginning to pet it. “You know the man.”



“Yes… I do.”



Itachi did indeed know Kakashi – they had served on two different ANBU teams, sometimes leading them on missions together – Kakashi was smart, powerful, brave and unfalteringly loyal. All the more, even as an ANBU he had possessed an innate kindness which belied his withdrawn and sometimes haughty nature.



“Kisame… Kakashi will never agree to do something that can harm our home-village, one way or another. And what Pein-sama proposes… his plan is not without merit, but a lot of people will suffer greatly before we all reach the light at the end of the tunnel. I am not sure if Kakashi would be willing to allow for such a price to be paid.”



Kisame thought about it for a moment and then said:



“Hidden Villages have been paying the price for all these years – it has been almost one hundred and fifty years since Konoha and the others were established. And we’ve all played cat and mouse for all this time. And before that… you know how it was.”



Itachi nodded.



“I’ll talk with him, in that case. Even if I don’t succeed.”



Kisame’s arm tightened around his shoulders and the younger man sighed, burying himself deeper into the powerful embrace.



“You always smell like sea-weed and salt… have I told you that?” he whispered.



“At least I don’t smell like just-caught fish, don’t I?” Kisame muttered, but there was a smile in his tone.



Itachi shook his head.



“I like the way you smell.”



He lifted his face to look at Kisame. His long hair fell down his back and sides almost down to his waist. The light-blue shirt he wore while napping belonged to Kisame and was way too large for him – its wide collar fell down one pale shoulder, revealing an expanse of creamy skin and the hint of a tender, pink nipple.



Kisame reached and pressed his fingers to soft, moist lips and took a deep, calming breath.



“Do you know what you’re doing to me, Itachi-san?” he asked hoarsely.



The Uchiha smiled minutely underneath his touch, his pink little tongue slipping out between his teeth to lick wetly at the sensitive pads of Kisame’s fingers. He let go of the blanket and allowed it to pool at his lap, revealing that the shirt was his only garment.



“Yes.” He said simply.



For a moment, the Mist Nin froze, then grabbed the blanket and pulled it all the way off, revealing Itachi’s toned thighs. Sliding his hands underneath his knees and shoulders, he lifted the Uchiha effortlessly and got up. With the younger man in his arms, he marched to the bedroom, determined to continue this in a horizontal space that was less cramped than the couch.



When the Mist nin reached their bedroom, he carefully deposited Itachi on the low double-bed he shared with him, then pulled back to look at his partner. Itachi’s pale skin seemed almost luminous against the dark sheets and the large shirt had almost completely fallen off his frame. The Uchiha lifted it by the hem and discarded the garment on the floor, allowing Kisame’s eyes to feast upon his naked figure. He was lithe and toned, slender but by no means skinny, a few scars scattered over his otherwise flawless skin. Itachi’s organ was already half-hard and rapidly filling up under Kisame’s intense stare.



Itachi had always found it incredibly erotic to be completely naked while his partner was dressed – it left him feeling vulnerable and defenseless, but at the same time he had such trust in Kisame that instead of frightening him, these feelings only gave him a heady rush of arousal.



The younger man drew himself up to his knees and crawled to his partner, who still stood at the foot of the bed. When he reached him, Kisame reached and ran his hand through Itachi’s long raven hair, luxuriating in its silken and glossy texture. The Uchiha’s breath quickened and grabbed Kisame’s hips, pulling him even closer. With a deft movement, he opened his fly and slid his pants and underwear down his powerful hips, revealing the Mist nin’s own arousal.



Kisame’s organ, Itachi realized quite a while ago, was perfectly proportioned compared to the rest of his body. However, since the Mist nin was the largest man Itachi had ever seen in his life, he always felt huge in his hand and in his body. The erection was heavy and warm in his small hand, already thickening further as Itachi gave it several gentle tugs and reached to cup the sacs underneath.



“Itachi-san…” Kisame groaned hoarsely, but the hands in his hair didn’t tighten, they simply kept petting it gently, waiting for him to make his next move.



And Itachi did, leaning forward and licking the thick length from root to tip, tracing a pulsing vein on the underside with the tip of his tongue. Kisame groaned louder and the hand on the Uchiha’s head trembled a little in the effort to hold onto his self-control. Itachi repeated the same action several more times and then stopped to suckle at the head, using both his hands to stimulate and rub what he couldn’t take in. His tongue stabbed at the leaking slit and flicked against it over and over. That finally made the Mist nin lose control and he grabbed the silken tresses and growled:



“Enough.”



Reluctantly, Itachi withdrew and looked up at his partner, a distinct pout forming on his face – doing this to Kisame, for Kisame, was one of his favourite things in bed – feeling him so thick and silken and hot in his mouth, leaking salty precome against his tongue… His eyes fluttered closed just at the thought and his erection pulsed at the fantasy.



Somewhere above him, Kisame chuckled softly:



“Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll give you what you want.”



Under any other circumstances, the usage of such a pet name would’ve cause a severe rebuke, but now it only enflamed Itachi further. With a great effort of will he leaned back against the pillows and watched Kisame undress, the loss of each garment revealing his massive, muscled body. The Mist nin was, indeed, built quite athletic, a result of years of handling a sword which weighted twice as much as Itachi did, if not more; of countless training sessions and inherent genes – Itachi had never seen a Mist nin who wasn’t large and built, even if Kisame was the largest one. His muscles, however, were not big enough to hinder his own grace of movement or agility and during the years of their partnership Itachi had marveled at many nimble feats Kisame had performed that would’ve been impossible for much more slender men than him.



The bed creaked when Kisame climbed on it and slowly crawled up to his partner, laying down next to him and pulling him in his arms, giving him a soft, gentle kiss which morphed into something deeper, hungrier, needier. Itachi whimpered softly as his lover rolled them over and slipped between his spread thighs, still kissing him, his large sword-callused hands sliding down his sides to his hips and then cupped a taut asscheek. Itachi reciprocated, running his own hands over the powerful shoulders above him, feeling the steely muscles flex and bunch underneath his touch beneath the smooth skin. They were kissing wildly, their tongues curling together, a trail of saliva running from the corner of Itachi’s mouth down his chin. When Kisame pulled back to take a deep breath, Itachi’s whispered against his lips:



“Please…take me. I can’t wait. Take me, Kisame.”



Kisame nodded, not trusting his voice and withdrew from Itachi for a moment, reaching to the drawer to one of their bedside stands, taking out a small glass vial with a clear golden liquid inside. The Uchiha watched him and when his lover sat back on the bed, he stretched on his stomach across his lap, giving him a perfect access of his behind and spread his legs invitingly and bowed his head submissively.



“Soon, I promise.” Kisame told him, though his breath caught in his throat at the sight.



He ran his hand over the upturned bottom several times, feeling Itachi’s breathing quicken even more in expectation of what was to come. Then, he spread his cheeks with one hand, looking at the rosy, twitching opening hidden between them. Opening the vial, the Mist nin poured a generous amount of the herbal-smelling oil between the spread asscheeks and watched it slide down and spread over the tender skin. With the fingers of his free hand, he rubbed slick liquid up and down against Itachi’s entrance, smiling when the young man let out a soft mewl of pleasure at the teasing. Then, slowly, gently, began to slip one finger inside, watching the tight little hole suck it in.



Kisame always made extensive efforts to prepare his lover properly, well-aware of his length and girth and deep down always being worried that he might hurt the much smaller and more delicately-built Uchiha. So now he caressed and massaged the tight muscle, feeling it loosen around his fingers as he slipped a second and after a while – a third, rubbing their tips against the little nub of nervers inside. For his part, Itachi was writhing on his lap, rubbing his swollen organ against Kisame’s powerful thighs until the large man put a strong restraining hand on his waist and held him down. Unable to stimulate himself further, the Uchiha grabbed and clawed at the sheets, the sweetest mewls and moans coming out from his soft, kiss-swollen lips.



“More… please, more.”



Kisame complied with the request and slipped in a forth finger, bringing his digits together and thrusting them in and out of the loosened opening. Every time Kisame allowed himself to prepare him for so long he was almost overwhelmed with the desire to slide in his finger finger as well and watch Itachi’s reaction as he spread him so deliciously wide, but the subconscious fear of hurting him always stopped him up to this moment.



Today, the urge was even stronger than before, and in order to avoid doing such a thing, Kisame withdrew his fingers and ignored the disappointed groan.



“You are ready.” His said roughly, but then soothed Itachi by gently caressing his upturned bottom.



Itachi prepared himself to stand on his hands and knees, but Kisame had another idea and pressed his lover down to the bed, rolling him again until he was lying on his side. Then he lifted one of his thighs all the way up to his chest and spooned behind the young man, guiding his thick length to the loosened entrance. Even after all this preparation it went in with difficulty, Itachi’s jaw dropping at the sensation of the mushroom head popping behind the ring of muscle, his head drawing back as the rest of Kisame’s organ slid in further and further.



Once completely inside, the Mist nin paused for a long while, both for Itachi’s sake and his own, because the Uchiha’s insides were gripping his arousal in a hot, velvety, rippling sheathe and pleasure pulsed up his spine at each little movement of Itachi’s flushed body.



Eventually, he began to move, in and out, in and out, holding Itachi’s leg up, wrapping both his hands around his thin body and letting his head fall back down on his shoulder. With each slow, gentle thrust the Uchiha moaned softly, the moans quickly turning into loud yowls as the invading length brushed right against his sweet spot over and over.

They were both moist with sweat, their bodies sliding against each other with ease, Kisame feeling the excessive oil and his own precome leaking out of Itachi’s gripping entrance and spreading down against their straining thighs. He gathered some of the liquid and quickly spread it over Itachi’s engorged organ, feeling it pulse against his hand as he rubbed the arousal in time with his own thrusts.



When he lef go of Itachi’s thigh and used his freed hand to turn the young man’s face up to him and kiss him, the Uchiha came and cried out against his mouth, his orgasm building and soaring through Itachi like a tidal wave, coursing through his body over and over as he spent himself over Kisame’s thrusting fist.



Afterwards, he was warm and pliant and sweet when Kisame rolled him to his front and began pounding away in him, holding him by the hips and the back of his neck. He was completely submissive, holding onto the sheets and mewling in delight at each new thrust that speared inside of him.



Kisame felt the almost overwhelming need to sink his teeth in the expanse of smooth flesh presented to him, leave his mark on the Uchiha and lay a claim on him. He knew that he couldn’t do that, no matter how close he was to losing his control over his more primal instincts. As much as he wanted it, Itachi would never belong entirely to him.



When he finally came, emptying himself in the warm channel, he leaned back and suckled on the exposed flushed throat until a bruise formed there, just above where the collar of their cloaks ended.



Still shuddering from his peak, Kisame withdrew, not wanting to crush the much smaller man and rolled onto his back, pulling Itachi in his arms and hastily wiping them clean with a tissue he found in the open drawer. Itachi pillowed his head on the powerful chest and for a while he listened to his lover’s heart, its frantic rate slowing down as the minutes ticked by.