Questionable Loyalty

A/N: For many months now I've been wanting to write such a scene between Kisame and Itachi but I never got around to doing it. Here it is now though and I hope you like it. :D



CHAPTER 30





After Kakashi left, Kisame returned to Itachi and looked at his partner:



“He seems to have us figured out.”



“I know. It’s my fault.” Itachi muttered, but the large man waved his hand dismissively.



“Doesn’t matter – I don’t care about his opinion, or anyone else’s, for that matter.”



Itachi gave him a small smile, got up on his feet and said:



“Let’s go back to our rooms.”



“I thought we’d continue training…”



“I want to go back to our rooms, Kisame.” The Uchiha said, a steel edge entering his voice. Kisame new that tone – it was the one Itachi adopted either during a mission or when he was… equally enflamed. He nodded mutely, picked his things up and followed his partner out of the training area.



The walk back to their place was surprisingly short, Itachi walking faster than he usually did and not looking at Kisame or speaking at all. The older man had an inclination as to what the reason was and he felt a thrill run through him.



Once inside, the Uchiha turned to him seriously:



“Go take a shower. I’ll use the adjacent facilities.” And without waiting for an answer, he walked out of the room. Kisame smirked and followed the brisk order, the anticipation he was feeling building more and more while he took care to thoroughly clean his body.



When he came out of the bathroom and went to the bedroom he discovered that Itachi was already waiting for him there, his damp hair loose around his naked shoulders, dressed only in low-riding drawstring pants.



He waited for Kisame to approach the bed, then stalked up to him and roughly pushed him back. The large man allowed himself to fall on the soft mattress, feeling it bounce under his weight and looked up at Itachi. Yes, it appeared that he had been right – the Uchiha was in one of his extremely rare aggressive moods.



Itachi quickly straddled him and put his hands on the both sides of his head, leaning down to look him in the eye.



“I watched you today.” He said softly.



Kisame withheld his smile, but gently put his hands on Itachi’s narrow hips.



“I noticed.”



Itachi leaned to nuzzle Kisame’s throat and breathe in his scent – sea and salt and skin.



“You want him.” He stated.



The hands on Itachi’s hips tightened.



“And you don’t?”



That gave the younger man a pause.



“Alright. We both want him.”



Kisame’s large hand moved up and traced the base of Itachi’s spine.



“You have never been jealous before, Itachi-san.” He told him gently. “I don’t believe I have ever given you a reason to be.”



Itachi nibbled the tip of Kisame’s ear and then continued breathily.



“I am not jealous. But…”



“But?”



“Pein-sama has designs for him.” Itachi stated.



Kisame froze.



“He told you that?”



“Not in so many words.”



“Pein-sama is one greedy, greedy man, Itachi.” Kisame muttered and resumed stroking Itachi’s back.



“I think it’s more than that, this time.”



Kisame snorted.



“You think?”



“Oh, yes. I know the type Madara picks – for all his power… Pein and I aren’t too different.” Itachi’s expression softened “And it appears he has found his Kisame.”



“You really think so?”

Itachi nodded.



“I am positive. His pokerface is not nearly as good as he likes to think.”



Another rare smile lip up the younger man’s face.



“But enough about Pein-sama and Kakashi now.” He lifted himself off Kisame and kneeled next to him on the bed, caressing his muscled thigh under the towel he wore around his waist, watching with delight as it tented over his rapidly growing erection. He leaned and kissed his lover, mashing their lips together and burying his hand in short, spiky blue hair. The older man answered the kiss with equal vigour, but, apparently sensing his need, allowed him to dominate the kiss.



It was extremely rare for Itachi to take the lead like that and the other man was determined to enjoy this rare treat of aggressiveness as much as it was possible. For his part the Uchiha appeared to be enjoying himself immensely, his callused fingers running up and down the soft skin of Kisame’s inner thigh, marveling at its silken texture and feeling it pulled taut over steely muscles. He had always loved Kisame’s body – it was an work of art, so different than his own much slender form. He could feel the coiled strength as he ran his hands over him, coiled like a beast waiting to strike and at the same time held in such tight control. And it was all right under his questing fingers, eager and ready for him. He tugged at the hem of the towel and pulled it away from Kisame’s body, flinging it somewhere on the floor.



The larger man raised an eyebrow at the careless gesture – Itachi was almost obsessively-compulsive when it came to putting things in their proper place and to act the way he did now meant that he was truly serious about his intentions. Kisame smiled with delight and buried his hand in the Uchiha’s luxurious mane of silken black hair, feeling it slide between his fingers like silk. He had no problem with the Uchiha topping from time to time – he suffered from no complexes regarding his masculinity and didn’t feel in the least submissive when he received his lover. In fact, he enjoyed being stimulated like that greatly and always welcomed the rare moments when Itachi wanted to top.



Taking Kisame’s gesture as an approval, Itachi ran his hands over the smooth, sculpted chest and traced the outlines of the powerful muscles with feather-light touch, stopping at his nipples and teasing them into hard nubs and then going lower to flat stomach, climbing to straddle Kisame’s thighs at the same time.



The older man groaned quietly at the teasing touches but didn’t protest, he reminded himself that he needed to allow Itachi to go at his own pace this time. The younger man apparently appreciated that because he leaned and followed the same path his hands had drawn with his tongue and lips, licking and nibbling at the sensitive skin, sliding lower and lower, pausing at the man’s belly-button to slide his tongue in and tease the sensitive nerve endings there.



“It always amazes me that you didn’t come out of an egg…” he muttered.



Kisame chuckled, a deep sound that reverberated through him and into Itachi’s body.



“You’re the one with the bird summons, kitten.” He reminded his partner “Although I like you the way you are – mewling rather than crowing.”

Itachi responded by biting the sensitive skin under Kisame’s belly button and kept drawing lazy circles with his tongue until he reached the massive erection and gripped it with both his hands to keep it steady as he traced the outlines of the mushroom with his lips before licking it. Kisame groaned.



“Who is mewling now?” he asked with amusement and took the erection in his mouth as deep as he could, rubbing the rest with his hands and fondling the heavy sac underneath.



“Tease.” Kisame muttered good-naturedly and then forgot his ability to speak as Itachi’s hot, wet mouth worked its magic on him.



The Uchiha withdrew with an audible pop and kissed lovingly the very tip, stabbing his tongue in the weeping slit. He pulled away for a moment and Kisame moved as if to turn around onto his front but Itachi’s gentle hand on his hip stopped him.



“Itachi?”



The Uchiha climbed back up and kissed him sweetly with none of his previous aggressiveness.



“I want it like this.” He said softly.



“You know I am heavy, right?”



“I can handle some of your weight, Kisame.” Itachi answered. “I am not as fragile as sometimes you think I am.”



Kisame ran his fingers through Itachi’s drying hair again and his eyes conveyed that the younger man was just as fragile as he thought he were, but out loud he didn’t protest anymore.



“As you wish.”



Itachi gave him another gentle kiss.



“Thank you.”



He reached for the drawer in the nightstand and quickly took out the vial of oil they kept there for such needs, dropping it on the mattress next to them as he moved between Kisame’s spread legs. Itachi stared down at his lover, drinking in his magnificent physique and the calm, open expression on his chiseled face. No, there was nothing submissive about Kisame, even when he lay there with his muscled legs spread for Itachi.



Taking a deep breath the Uchiha ran his hands over his inner thighs, prompting the older man to lift his hips in order for his lover to tuck a pillow under them. Sliding his hand under Kisame’s left knee, Itachi pushed it up and back until it his leg folded over to his left shoulder and exposed him to his gaze and his hands. The large man watched him quietly, patiently, but when Itachi inserted a lubed finger inside of him he closed his eyes and sighed, releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.



Itachi thrust the finger in and out of Kisame’s body, using his free hand to tug his erection at the same time an watched him with awe as the man flung his head back against the pillows and groaned gutturally when his lover hit his sweet spot.



“Yes, there...”



Delighted that he was actually doing such a good job – he had paid attention to all that Kisame did when he took him – he inserted another one and took his time stretching him, knowing that because they did this so rarely, he needed to take his time and prepare him properly.



Eventually, however, Kisame had enough and reached to gently grab Itachi’s thin wrist in his large hand.



“Enough. I am ready.”



“Are you sure?”



Kisame nodded.



“Yes.” He smiled at his lover and caressed his cheek:



“I won’t break, Itachi. And besides, if you keep doing this, I’ll come and feel quite disappointed.”



Itachi smiled uncertainly but followed Kisame’s request and settled between his legs, pulling his hips closer in order to be able to enter him. He did so slowly and carefully, feeling the tight ring of muscle stretch around his erection and then fitting snugly around it. Kisame groaned again and gripped the sheets tightly as Itachi’s organ brushed against his spot again.



“Move, move!” he almost ordered him, urgency in his tone. The Uchiha nodded and began to rock his hips back and forth in slow but deep thrusts, always aiming for the same pleasure spot.



They weren’t in any hurry and Itachi delighted in being able to do what he was doing. Soon, their bodies were glistening with sweat from exertion and passion, Itachi’s hair falling around his face and sticking to his flushed cheeks as he quickened the pace.



Kisame grabbed him and pulled him down for a kiss.



“You feel damn good, kitten.” He said rocked back into the rapid thrusts, reaching for his own erection to rub himself to completion. Itachi’s hand joined his, their fingers entwining together. Kisame growled in his ear as he went over the edge and the sound, along with the trembling passage around him, triggered Itachi’s own orgasm – they came almost the same time, the Uchiha leaning to kiss his lover and drink in his growls and groans of pleasure.



Afterwards, they lay curled together, Itachi in Kisame’s arms.



“You know…” the older man began.



“Mmm?” Itachi mubled sleepily.



“I’ve always wondered if we look like a pincher mounting a bulldog when we do that…”



Half-heartedly, Itachi slapped Kisame’s bare ass.



“You’re insufferable. And you also growl like a hungry bear, rather than a dog.”



There was another long pause before Kisame spoke again:



“Come to think about it, I am hungry indeed.”



There was no response and he looked down at Itachi.



“Itachi?”



The Uchiha, however, was sleeping deeply. Kisame’s expression softened and he caressed the tangled black hair. It’d be a nightmare to comb it in the morning.



“Good night, kitten.”