Blind Desire

A solitary man with skin the color of
sky sits quietly with longing on a tree branch.

Kisame has been watching the boy who
stole his heart, for over a year now. He can’t believe
how unsure of himself he is.

Then again, he has not ever experienced
these feelings before. The closest he has ever come in his mind is in battles.

When it comes to affairs of the heart,
he feels lost yet hopeful.

Adjusting his well-toned frame, Kisame
pulls himself deeper into the dense tree.

The last thing he wants is his desire
to scream and run away from him traumatized.

He opens his cloak a little wider the
air is warm today. Summer is definitely here, he is quite tempted to take the
damn thing off!

Looking back out of his hideaway, his
heart lurches in his chest. There in the midst of the boulder strewn stream now
stands his love, naked!

Kisame’s face flushes red, he has not
during this whole year of…pursuing, had the great fortune of seeing such
loveliness.

‘I
must have him, but how?’

He is no fool; he knows his looks are
not, what one will call handsome. Unique maybe, all these thoughts running
through his head are confusing. His looks are not something he ever considered
important.

He hates feeling so self-conscious,
especially about something that will not guarantee victory against an enemy.

A sharp cry racks through the air.

Before he can stop himself, he dashes
towards his love, leaving his cloak, shirt, and sandals everywhere.

Shibuki softly weeps but that turns
into a wail of fear, when he feels the powerful presence behind him.

‘Shit!
What do I do?’

Kisame had not given himself time to
think before he acted, so now at a conundrum, he allows instinct to lead.

Ripping a piece of his pants, he wraps
it around the eyes of the lamenting young man.

“Pl-pl-please don’t hurt me, I don’t
harm anyone!”

Trying to calm the boy, the blue
haired ninja gently caresses a small shoulder.

“I just want to make sure your ok,” he
says quietly into Shibuki’s ear.

Shibuki shivers at the deep strong
baritone; he finds the voice quite pleasant.

Looking down the boy’s body, Kisame
soundlessly moans. Seeing his beloved’s body so close, gives the shark man
happiness he cannot explain.

“But why did you cover my eyes?”

Kisame doesn’t
know what to say, the truth?

He decides to ignore the question for
now and looks down into the water to see what caused his love’s pain.

Nudging the floating blood aside, he
looks into the now clear water.

“I’m surprised your feet aren’t torn
apart.”

Near Shibuki’s feet, are quite a few
sharp pointy rocks.

Digging his fingers into the yielding
soil, he covers them and pushes them deep into the earth.

Turning his head to come back up, he
comes level to his love’s semi-flaccid cock.

The temptation to kiss it overwhelms
him.

‘One
peck won’t hurt?’

He can always lie and say he
accidently bumped it.

Seeing the pale lavender head peeking
at him, he presses his pale blue lips to it.

“Mmmmmmmm,”
Shibuki trembles at the unexpected sensation.

Like music to his ears, Kisame is
automatically addicted to hearing the melodious sounds from his beloved.

‘At
least I can show him my devotion this way.’

Gently holding the light beige ridged
shaft, Kisame pulls back the tightening foreskin.

Taking a whiff of the fresh aroma of
arousal, he traces the buckling skin connecting the pale lavender head to the
wavering shaft.

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Shibuki tries to move away from the
intense feelings traveling up his cock.

“Shhh,”
Kisame calms the young man, by gently caressing his stomach.

Coming to the underside of the
seven-inch penis, the shark man uses the tip of his tongue to
gently tap the thin connection of foreskin to the head.

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lover to a new high.

“WAHHHH”

Shibuki’s legs buckle, his knees would
have crashed into the soil below, if Kisame had not grabbed the back of his
smooth thighs.

Stabilizing the young man, Kisame
looks up to admire his beloved’s pretty face.

Shock rushes through his synapses, as
he sees earthy brown eyes looking back at him.

“Don’t stop, please,” Shibuki whimpers
at him.

Seeing the lust in those in those
innocent and inquisitive eyes directed at him, the blue man trembles himself.

“You’re not scared?” He asks, even
though he is scared of the answer.

“No,” just one word, just one word
said with finality.

Grabbing the pulsating cock again,
Kisame is now determined to hear all the little sounds his lover is capable class=GramE>of.

“Yesss,”
Shibuki hisses as the prominent vein of his cock is
deliciously sucked.

Seeing the lavender acorn shaped head
beginning to swell, Kisame slides it between his soft wet lips.

Twisting his head side to side, he
flicks the slit with the tip of his tongue.

“God please!” Shibuki screams as he
propels his hips forward.

Taking hold of the shaft, the shark
man jacks the boy while keeping himself from being choked.

“I can’t hold it,” Shibuki whimpers,
then cries tears of sweet release as his dick spurts load after load of sweet
cream into the kneeling blue man’s mouth.

Exhausted after his first blowjob,
Shibuki falls forward into a smiling Kisame’s arms.

“You know, since I swallowed, that
makes you mine, right?”

Kisame becomes nervous as the class=GramE>pretty young man looks up at him.

Shibuki feels the strong muscular arms
surrounding him. Not harming but holding him, they seem willing to keep him
safe.

He looks into the baby blue face and
takes stock. He finds Kisame intriguing and strong.

“Gladly yours,” he says, tracing the
flexing muscles on Kisame’s back.

The blue shark man holds Shibuki
tighter. He can’t believe he won a battle without even
putting up a fight.