Umi No Koi

“Iruka-san, are you feeling alright?” another voice chimed in. Tobi came bounding in behind Kisame. “That stuff I slipped into your food isn’t effecting you badly, is it?”
Faster than even Iruka’s eyes could detect, Kisame pinned Tobi against the wall, Kisame’s large hand on Tobi’s throat.
“N…no!” Tobi gasped.
“What did you do to him!” Kisame roared.
“N…no…it…it was Konan’s idea…she told me…”
Kisame’s hand closed around Tobi’s throat. Iruka had to do something before the blue-skinned man killed the masked one. Iruka grabbed Kisame’s arm and Kisame let go of the smaller man, who slumped against the wall, gasping for breath.
“No…Konan gave me…this stuff. I‘m a good boy.” Tobi dug in his pockets and pulled out a vial of brown liquid. “She said it would make him fall in love with you, Kisame-san.”
Kisame’s face quickly changed from anger to embarrassment.
“I…I’m sorry, Tobi-san, I’ll talk to Konan-san in the morning…”
“Its all right, Deidara-senpai does that to me all the time!”
Kisame looked thoroughly ashamed of what he had just done.
“Kisame…” Iruka said, staring at the taller man. He had almost forgotten how dangerous Kisame was. Kisame turned to Iruka, the color rising in his cheeks. His eyes were pointed towards Iruka’s crotch, which had become hard again and was now leaking pre-cum.
Whatever it was that Tobi had slipped into Iruka’s food really worked overtime.
Iruka cleared his throat, letting go of Kisame’s arm. Kisame’s hand shot out of his cloak and felt Iruka’s warm forehead.
“You’re burning up, I had better go make you some tea…” He said, blushing as he pulled his hand away. But Iruka had suddenly gotten other ideas. He grabbed Kisame’s arm again and the shark froze, tensing up and turning around.
Oblivious to the whole thing, Tobi got up and left.
“Kisame…”
“Iruka-san… what if…I hurt you.” Kisame finished quietly.
“God, you drag me here just to have me sit around and waste time?” Now both of Iruka’s hands were on Kisame’s shoulders, pushing him against the wall.
“Iruka…” Without warning, Kisame caught Iruka’s lips up in a heated kiss. Iruka pressed his fevering body up against Kisame’s already responding groin, rubbing slightly. Their tongues sparred in their mouths before Iruka pulled away, biting gently on Kisame’s lower lip. He didn’t know what was going on… he couldn’t be gay, could he? He blamed the drug, and the fact that Kisame’s wet clothes felt so good against his burning flesh. God, Kisame looked so good all of the sudden…