Will you miss me?

AN/ Just a short ficlet that came to me in class. R&R and I'll love you forever.

He watched the beautiful pale-skinned man redress. His movements were graceful, like flowing water, his long ebony hair hung over his shoulders and spilled over his back in a waterfall of black silk.
He paused his dressing to look over his shoulder at the man on the bed. Green snake-like eyes stared into onyx ones.
„What is it? “A voice like velvet over steel inquired. The menace in that voice was completely unveiled. And customary.
The man on the bed seemed to be unaffected as he looked at the snake-eyed man impassively, his eyes devoid of emotion. “ There’s something you’re not telling me” His voice was dangerous in it’s sheer absence of any kind of emotion.
The snake-eyed man continued dressing. “I’m leaving the Akatsuki” he said softly. Onyx eyes widened for a split second before they were once more under control, and once more the man was impassive.
“When?” a single word, in a voice as emotional as ice.
“Tonight” the answer cut through the air like a whip.
” I see.” Onyx eyes closed, but the rest of his face remained unchanged. “Well then….Good luck” he heard the rustling of clothes, the sound of light footsteps.
“Will you miss me Itachi-kun?” warm air flowed over Itachi’s ear and he suppressed a shiver. “I’ll miss the sex” he told the snake eyed man flatly. He heard an amused chuckle. “Just the sex?” a hand stroked through his hair. “Shogi too“he replied.
He felt but didn’t see, lips brush over his own. The familiar feeling of slightly chapped lips sent tingles of intense pleasure through his body as he remembered how good and cruel they could feel, often at the same time. “I’ll miss the sex and shogi too Itachi-kun” he felt more than heard the words. He kept his eyes closed a minute more. When he opened them, the room was empty but for himself. “I’ll miss you….” It wasn’t even a whisper.

Onyx eyes opened. He hated dreaming about their last night together. Still, he was getting used to it as it had turned into a nightly occurrence.
He sighed mentally.
He hadn’t thought he would miss him so much. Sure the sex had been great. But he could use his hand for relief, so it was no big deal.
What surprised him was how much he missed the little things, even those that had annoyed him. The way Orochimaru would hold him after sex, or the way Itachi could always feel the snake-like eyes on him.
He missed the relaxed, hyped up version of Orochimaru, which happened after a hard mission and too much sugar….he doubted he’d ever see anything half as funny as the usually dangerous, menacing and dignified man jumping up and down like a bunny rabbit and singing ‘I’m a little teapot’. Sure the first time it had been disturbing, and once the sugar rush had subsided Orochimaru had sworn him to secrecy using a knife as incentive.
Another mental sigh, this one carrying traces of longing.
Really.
He should know better than to be sentimental. He would just have to find another lo… fuck buddy. He hoped that would stop him missing the snake-eyed man.
Somehow, he doubted it.