Accidentally In Love

Thank you gift for Gwyllion that has been posted on Y! for a while and I decided to let you guys read it too

Warnings: high school fic, sexual content--both characters are 18, cursing, AU

Accidentally In Love

 

Kisame Hoshigaki yawned as one of his friends blabbered on about this hot new transfer student. Like he cared about some broad with big tits or curvy hips. Granted, he did enjoy a good fuck but the maintenance on most chicks was so high that he never bothered. He was more of a wham, bam, thank you ma’am kinda guy.



“Kisame…are you listening to me?” asked Deidara.



“No.” stated Kisame before turning his eyes back to car magazine in his lap. One day he would own one of these babies. He had the name all picked out. Samehada. He didn’t know why he liked that name so much. It just sounded way cool.



“You’re an asshole.” pouted Deidara before turning to Nagato who was stroking Konan’s hair as she worked on some origami.



“Hey, Pein. You want to hear about this new guy? I swear to fucking god, I thought he was a woman the first time I saw him. Long hair, pale skin. I think he could put on a dress and be hot as fuck, yeah.” Konan rolled her eyes and flicked a crumpled piece of paper towards Deidara.



“Wait a minute; I thought we were talking about a woman. Now it’s a man?” Kisame looked up from his magazine to arch a brow at Deidara. “I didn’t know you swung that way, Dei. Though, I have to admit, you’d make a pretty sexy woman too. Look at those lashes.”



“Bastard.” Deidara took a swing at darker skinned man, who simply ducked and tucking his magazine under his arm, shot Deidara a cheeky grin before walking in the school building in time to hear the warning bell that signaled lunch was over.



Kisame was only good naturedly teasing Deidara. He knew the man was straight, he just happened to have several feminine characteristics. Several feminine characteristics meaning that the man looked like a woman with a dick.



That group of misfits was his best friends in the world. He would do almost anything for them and vice verse. That they put up with his teasing was only icing on the cake.



Chuckling, he flipped open the magazine and practically drooled over the rebuilt classic cars. Not paying attention to where he was going, Kisame plowed into another unsuspecting student.



Books and papers went everywhere and Kisame snickered. “Better watch where you’re going, ass wipe.”



Furious black eyes swung around and piercing orbs of midnight were boring holes straight into Kisame. The student standing before him was nothing short of gorgeous. Long black hair was pulled back loosely and peach colored skin was flushed with anger. Thick bangs framed a smooth, almost delicate face and the only thing Kisame could think of in that moment was that he wanted to fuck that man more than anything else in his life.



Now, Kisame wasn’t opposed to fucking men. He generally considered himself more of a lady’s man, though he had been known to bang a man or two in his past. However, nothing in his life had ever prepared him for the sight of those deep swirling orbs of blackness staring straight into his soul. He didn’t believe in love at first sight but holy fuck did he believe in lust at first sight and he was ass deep in it.



“Who do you think you are?” The voice was as smooth as cream and Kisame knew there was no hiding the boner that had made its way into his pants.



“I suppose you are in the ‘special’ class since you obviously can’t answer a simple question.”



Kisame blinked a few times. Did he just insult him? Fuck, that was hot. Kisame’s mind went even deeper into the gutter. This Adonis would be a dirty talker in the bedroom. Oh, hell that was an even hotter thought.



Blinking back the very naughty thoughts that had pushed in his mind, Kisame leaned against the blue lockers and smirked down at the man kneeling to pick up his scattered books and papers. He really liked the idea of that position. “I’m Kisame. What’s your name?”



“Fuck. No.” Was the annoyed response.



“Is that with one or two Os?” Kisame fought back a snicker at his own joke.



Incredulous eyes lifted to stare at the young man. Quick eyes glanced over the tall, slightly brawny youth. His jeans were torn at the knees and his sneakers were a bit on the worn side. A loose blue t-shirt with the picture of a shark adorned a broad pair of shoulders and chest. Lifting his gaze higher, Itachi saw slightly spiked blue hair and pierced nose. The boy was a punk and not worth his time or effort.



Deciding that ignoring him would be the best course of action, Itachi scooped up his remaining papers and turned down the hall towards his advanced economics class.



Not surprisingly, the ruffian followed and as Itachi entered his class, he slammed the door in the boy’s face. Closing his eyes, he relished in the cry of pain as blood gushed from the injured nose of the idiot. He deserved every ounce of that. Smirking, Itachi took his seat and calmly began to reorganize his papers.



Kisame howled in pain as blood gushed from his nose. It wasn’t broken but it certainly hurt like hell. Reeling from the pain, Kisame weaved through the laughing students and towards the nurse’s office. Time to beg for an aspirin.



The remainder of the day was uneventful and Itachi sighed contentedly as he exited the school. The worthless students ogled him like a piece of meat and he’d been forced to ignore them all day, but finally, he was able to go home. Sasuke would be arriving home around the same time and he would have to fix his brother a snack before tackling his own substantial home work load.



He had a passing thought of the boy whose nose he’d bloodied but it left quickly. It was obvious that whoever he was, he wasn’t the type that Itachi would socialize with should he ever decide that he wanted to socialize. He preferred the company of his little brother over that of friends or lovers. His mother and brother were the only ones he could count on. They were the only ones worthy of his attention.



Pulling his car from the student parking lot, he sent a nervous glance to the sky. Dark clouds were beginning to form and he hoped he made it home before the sky let loose. About ten miles from his apartment building, the car gave a bit of jerk. The engine quieted and Itachi pulled the gear shift into neutral and steered carefully to the meridian. Turning over the engine did little and he leaned his head back against the headrest with an annoyed sigh.



He didn’t bother to pop the hood and stare at the under workings of the vehicle. He refused to look stupid, staring at something that he wouldn’t have the faintest idea to how the repair anyway. He really dreaded calling a tow service but there was nothing he could do about it. Pulling his cell from his bag, he flipped up the cover and stared at the reception. There were no bars. How the fuck is there no bars? The slogan for the company was more bars in more places and now he had no bars in the one place that he needed them.



Setting the phone down calmly in order to avoid throwing the worthless piece of shit at something, Itachi took a few deep breaths. He would not lose his cool. He was an Uchiha, for god’s sake. Tapping his fingers on the wheel, he considered his options. He could walk home from here, but there was no way he would make it home before the storm or he could attempt to walk to the convenience store he’d seen about two miles down the road. Chances were pretty good that he wouldn’t make it home before rain began pouring and at least he could wait in the store for the tow to come and take care of the car.



Deciding that a quick walk to the store was the better option, Itachi grabbed his book bag, wallet, and locked the car. Pulling on the weighty bag, he began calmly walking at a brisk pace towards the store. He was about a mile away when the sky let loose. Not a drizzle or a warning shower. No. The sky let loose with the fury of a thousand angry typhoons.



Unable to see even three feet in front of him, Itachi was soaked to the bone in moments. His hair plastered to his face and a headache was beginning to form behind his eyes. Wrapping his arms around his chest, he shivered in the cold rain. His shoes squished and not an inch of him was dry. This day couldn’t possibly get any worse.



The bright shine of headlights approached and Itachi stepped off the road to avoid getting hit. In this weather, one couldn’t be too careful. Unprepared for the slippery mud, Itachi crashed to the ground. Mud coated his chest and if he’d been a lesser man, he’d have cried at the injustice. Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, the vehicle he’d seen in the distance stopped and a slightly stuffy sounding voice came from above him. “Yo, dude. You ok? I saw you fall. You should know better than to walk in this type of weather.”



Itachi looked up and was startled to see the grinning face of the very person that had started his day from hell. Pulling himself to his feet and attempting to salvage what little bit of his dignity he had left, Itachi pushed his wet bangs from his face and looked the man square in the face. “I’m fine.”



“Hey, wait a minute. You’re the dude that almost broke my nose. That wasn’t very nice. I just wanted a date.” Kisame fought back a snicker as he looked at the sopping wet boy. He looked like a drowned kitten. A sexy kitten but a drowned one all the same. The cotton shirt was plastered to his chest, revealing all the planes and curves that Kisame had only imagined. He was slender but well built, possessing the body of a dancer rather than an athlete.



The blue haired boy considered leaving him standing in the rain. It would do the bastard good to be brought down a notch. As much as he wanted to leave the boy standing there, his mother would have his balls on a platter if he left someone on the road like that.



Now, Kisame may not have been the smartest tool in the shed but he wasn’t an idiot. An idea popped in his head and he decided that not acting on it would be more idiotic. Grinning showing off his white teeth, Kisame formulated a plan.



“Listen dude, if you’re heading to that gas station a mile back. Well I hate to tell ya, but it’s closed down. Has been for about six months.” Kisame wasn’t lying either. The gas station had been forced out of business by some of the bigger chains that had been popping up in town.



“You’re lying.” growled Itachi and kept walking.



“The fuck I am. Listen, hop in and I’ll prove it to you.” answered Kisame.



Itachi debated. He was so wet that it was uncomfortable and he felt as if his insides were frozen. The offer of getting out of the rain, even for a few minutes was just too good of an offer to refuse. “Fine.”



Sliding into the truck, Itachi fought back a sigh as Kisame flipped on the heater. His teeth were chattering but he was too cold to stop them. Five minutes later, the car sat in front of the out of business gas station. Itachi reached for his cell to check the bars when he realized, he’d left it in the fucking car. A growl of pure frustration erupted from him and he swung around to face the worthless moron that had begun chuckling.



“Can you drop me off at the nearest pay phone? I need to call a car service for my vehicle.” Itachi’s voice was polite but inside he seethed at having to interact with this man any more than necessary.



“Well I could but I’m on a tight schedule. For the right price, I might be willing to help you out.” Kisame grinned and turned in his seat, allowing his pale, almost white eyes to meet black orbs filled with annoyance.



Kisame had to admit. The boy was fucking hot when he was angry. His grin widened as he saw the other boy working through his options before pulling out his wallet and sifting through the money inside.



“Fine, how much for you to drive me to my house?” The concession was music to his ears. He almost had him.



“I don’t want your money. I want a date. Friday night. You and me, dinner and a movie. That’s my price or I leave you sitting hear.” Perhaps it was a little harsh but Kisame figured that this man needed a firm hand. He was too willful and stubborn to simply simper up to him and beg for a date. Kisame liked that. He liked a strong partner; it made the fucking nothing short of amazing.



“You’re serious?” Shock was plastered across Itachi’s face and for once, he was unable to even hide the fact that he was completely flabbergasted.



“I’m completely serious. I want a date with you, this weekend. I’ll even pay for it. One date. Is it so hard to agree? Say the word and I’ll have you at your house in a moments notice, otherwise you could be waiting here for hours until the rain slows up.” Kisame figured there was about twenty more minutes of rain before the clouds parted but he wasn’t about to tell Itachi that.



Itachi frowned. Sasuke was probably arriving home by now and would no doubt be worried by the fact that Itachi wasn’t home yet. Since their parent’s divorce, the two Uchiha siblings had banded together in order to keep each other sane as their mother worked two jobs and their father evaded paying child support.



In his last year of high school, Itachi understood the only way he would get a college education was to do it with a scholarship. He didn’t have time for dating, not that he wanted to anyway.



Taking a deep breath, Itachi turned angry eyes on Kisame. “Fine, dinner and a movie. You had better keep your hands to yourself. Take me to 1345 Sakura Street.”



Floating on cloud nine, Kisame pulled his truck into a small, slightly run down apartment complex. From the way the other boy was dressed, he’d assumed that he would live in some big house with a back yard and a dog. Obviously, that was not the case.



Itachi opened the door and turned to face the blue haired boy. “Pick me up at five-thirty on Friday. We will eat, go to the seven o’clock show and I will be home before ten.”



Slamming the door before Kisame could say anything, Itachi walked up the steps towards the door when he heard a shout. “Hey, I don’t know your name.”



“Itachi Uchiha.” Itachi replied before closing the door behind him.



Sighing, Itachi retrieved the mail and began trudging up the four flights of stairs to get to the small apartment he shared with his mother and younger brother. The elevator was in a perpetual state of disrepair and it was days like this that Itachi missed the large home and comfortable setting of his childhood.



In the last year, he had gone from having everything to having nothing. As soon as he was accepted to a college he would get a part time job and attempt to help his mother out with the bills that just seemed to pile up.



Opening the door, Itachi smiled as he was nearly tackled by his younger brother. “Itachi! You weren’t here when I got home. I was so worried.”



Itachi smiled and stroked his brother’s spiky hair. Sasuke pulled back and looked his brother over. “You look like shit, big brother.”



“Watch your language, Sasuke.” chuckled Itachi as he paused to flick his brother’s forehead before dropping his book bag and going into the room he and Sasuke shared in the two bedroom apartment.



Sasuke sat on the bed as Itachi stripped his clothes and thrust them into the hamper before pulling on a loose pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt. “Are you hungry?”



Sasuke looked up from the book on his lap and nodded, his stomach giving a loud growl. Itachi chuckled. Sasuke was a bottomless pit but it was expected from a growing boy. He walked into the kitchen and poured his brother a glass of cool-aid and made him a peanut butter sandwich. The cupboards were mostly bare and Itachi opted to go without since there were just a few slices of bread left. Their mother wouldn’t get paid until Friday and what they had would have to last the remainder of the week.



His own stomach grumbled and he poured a glass of water to help. He’d rather Sasuke eat than himself. He had about twenty dollars in his wallet that was his emergency stash if the food ran out. His cell and car were the only luxuries he allowed himself. It was an outdated phone and he kept only the minimum service on it, taking on odd jobs around the apartment complex in order to pay for it, not that the damn thing was worth a shit as was evident by the events of today. The car was pretty old too. It got him to school and functioned as a way to transport Sasuke around if need be.



Setting the plate before Sasuke as he watched cartoons, Itachi pulled out his books that were thankfully dry and began working on his home work. “’Tachi, do you want part of my sandwich?”



Itachi looked down at the serious look on his brother’s face. He smiled and shook his head. “You eat it, Sasuke. I’ll fix me something later.”



“No you won’t.”



Itachi didn’t reply and continued to work. He knew he’d lost a lot of weight in the last few months but things would get better soon. They just had to stick it out for a little while longer. Soon there would be a huge check in the mail from Father and everything would be alright. Itachi smiled wryly. He could dream.



Finishing up his homework, he saw his little brother was nodding off beside him on the couch. Smiling, he picked up the boy and carried him to the bedroom. Covering up Sasuke, Itachi went to the kitchen and made a peanut butter sandwich and a cheap juice box for Sasuke’s lunch tomorrow before joining his brother on the bed.



Shortly after midnight, he heard his mother come in and pretended to be asleep as he heard the bedroom door creak open. He felt lips brush his cheek before the door shut again and a single tear trickled down his cheek. Burying his face in Sasuke’s hair, Itachi drifted to sleep.



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“Wake up, ‘Tachi!” yelled Sasuke.



Itachi jumped awake and blinked a few times. He’d over slept? Glancing at the clock, he wearily pulled himself to his feet and walked bleary eyed to the bathroom. A quick shower and morning business out of the way, Itachi had his brother off to school.



It had been three days since his day from hell and today was Friday. Time to pay the piper. Grabbing his bag, he walked the bus stop. He really hated public transportation but his car would be out of commission for a while. The transmission was shot and it would take more money to fix it than was available so until further notice, it was the wonderful city transportation for him.



At least Sasuke didn’t have to suffer through this. His friend, Naruto’s mother dropped both boys at school and picked them up. Itachi was grateful to the woman and did yard work for her every other weekend as a show of gratitude.



Stepping from the bus, Itachi walked the last block to the school and began his day. Surprisingly, Kisame had left him alone after formalizing the date. He supposed the man was smart enough not to push the issue. He’d seen him around grinning and staring but he’d kept his distance.



By the end of the day, Itachi was so tired he just wanted to sleep. He’d broken down at lunch and bought a carton of milk to tide him over. His mother would leave grocery money on the table in the morning and Itachi would do the shopping before going to Naruto’s house where Sasuke was spending the night.



Entering the quiet apartment, he tossed his bag on the table and entered the shower. The warmth of the spray soothed his tired muscles. Wrapping a towel around his waist, Itachi stood before the mirror as he brushed out his long hair. He looked older. The lines under his eyes were deeper and his cheeks were slightly hollowed. He didn’t look haggard or worn, just…weary.



Pulling on a pair of loose jeans and a button down navy blue shirt, Itachi settled on the sofa to wait for Kisame. Almost exactly at five-thirty, a knock sounded and Itachi grabbed his wallet and coat before opening the door.



“Wow. You look hot.”



Itachi ignored the comment and locked the door before following the boy to his truck. He couldn’t help but notice that Kisame was dressed out of character. He was wearing what looked like new cargo pants and a tight black shirt with a red cloud on the front. His hair was combed and appeared as if it had been trimmed. He cleaned up nice. Itachi had to tear his eyes away from the tight ass that curved nicely in the cargos.



“So, anyway, I thought we could have dinner at my parents’ restaurant. Its seafood, I hope you don’t mind. Heh, it saves me money since we will eat for free.” laughed Kisame as he maneuvered the truck onto the road way.



Itachi found himself enjoying the way Kisame jabbered on about this and that. He didn’t make much of a response but that didn’t seem to kill the mood and the blue haired man kept talking. It was comfortable and Itachi allowed himself this small enjoyment.



“This is it. Mom already has a table set aside for us and the food should be ready soon.” Itachi followed Kisame into the quaint restaurant and was surprised as the two were led to a secluded table.



“This is nice.” commented Itachi as he took a seat in front of Kisame.



Steaming plates of crab cakes, sautéed mushrooms, and steamed vegetables were brought out and Kisame blushed as the woman leaded down to kiss his cheek. “Enjoy the meal, Kissy.”



“Moooooom!” whined Kisame and Itachi chuckled.



“Kissy?”



“Don’t ask. Kisame is a family name on my dad’s side. Mom always was a joker and started that shit. Next thing I knew the whole family was calling me it. It’s fucking embarrassing. They call me that in public and everything.” Kisame said as he began to dig into the food before him.



Itachi ate a bit slower pace, savoring the rare treat. It seemed like a lifetime since he’d eaten food like this and though his body screamed at him to devour it fast, his mind wanted to savor every bite.



Kisame noticed the way Itachi’s eyes flickered closed for a split second and a look of pure bliss spread across his face after every bite. If he’d looked sexy before, it was doubly true now. Hell, if he’d known the way to this guy’s heart was through his stomach, he’d have showered him with food long before now. Already Kisame’s boxers felt a bit snug and he was glad he’d opted for loose cargo pants.



“I take it you like the food.” grinned Kisame as he took a bite of a fried hush puppy.



“It’s delicious. This meal alone made being in your company worth it.” smirked Itachi before taking another bite. He was getting full but didn’t want to stop.



“Hey!” pouted the boy and Itachi sat down his fork and glanced at his plate. He’d only finished about half of the meal and he really was disappointed but his stomach wasn’t used to eating this much.



“You’re done already? Geez, you eat like a woman.” Kisame blinked at the amount of food left on the plate.



“And you eat like a pig.” snorted Itachi as he took a sip of the sweet tea.



Kisame finished up his meal and they stood to leave when the plump woman that was Kisame’s mother bustled out and handed Itachi a rather large bag. Peaking inside he saw several Styrofoam boxes, obviously packed with food from the smell that radiated from the bag. “You are too skinny. I’ll need to fatten you up if you are going to be dating my Kissy.”



“Mom! Enough with the Kissy. Do you ever want me to get laid?” hissed Kisame.



“I don’t think it’s the nickname Kissy that will stop you from getting laid.” chuckled Itachi.



Both mother and son turned to look at Itachi before the woman began to roar in peels of laughter. “I like this one, Kissy. He’s got a head on his shoulders.”



“We got to get going, Mom. Movies and all that. Thanks for dinner.” Kisame grabbed Itachi’s free hand and dragged him towards the truck so quickly that he could only offer a quick thank you to the woman before he was once again in the blue truck.



“You have a nice mother.” commented Itachi as he linked his hands on his lap.



“She’s alright. Still thinks I’m her little Kissy though.” Kisame laughed as they pulled into the theater. At least you get to see your mother, thought Itachi as he stepped from the truck.



Itachi perused the showings posters while Kisame got the tickets. Itachi hadn’t been keeping up with movies so he’d allowed Kisame to choose. “Hey, come on.”



Itachi followed his date into the theater and said nothing as he was pulled to the back row. The two settled in their seats and suddenly Kisame’s arm was around his shoulders, the fingers gently brushing the skin of his neck. His first instinct was to throw off the arm but something in him let it stay. The gentle brushes felt nice and he decided he would allow Kisame that much.



The movie was pretty boring and Itachi found himself dozing off. He hadn’t been sleeping well and a full stomach coupled with the dark theater soon had him in a light doze, his head lolling on Kisame’s shoulder. The fingers continued to stroke his neck before gliding down his arm. It still felt nice and Itachi was in that wonderful state of half awake, half asleep.



Kisame couldn’t resist. The most gorgeous man he’d ever seen was dozing on his shoulder. Thinking this might be his only chance to touch him before the date was over, Kisame decided to take a chance. Bringing his left hand up, he gently tilted the smooth face towards him and nipped lightly at the moist pink lips before tracing the plump flesh with his tongue.



Itachi moaned and turned more fully into the kiss. It had been so long since he’d allowed himself to be touched like that and it felt wonderful. A tongue prodded his lips and he allowed the warm muscle inside.



While the warm tongue distracted his mind, the hand on his arm slid lower and slipped under the cotton shirt, ghosting over his prominent ribs. Lips frowned as Kisame realized just how thin Itachi was. A small whimper brought his pale eyes back to that beautiful face. The shadows of the theater flickered across pale skin.



“Is it alright?” Kisame whispered as he nuzzled his face against Itachi’s cheek.



Itachi was fully aware at this point. His eyes were hooded and his lips parted as small puffs of breath tickled Kisame’s cheek. Was it alright? How long had it been since Itachi allowed himself to feel anything but disdain for another human? His insides felt cold compared to the heat that Kisame seemed to radiate. “Yeah.”



A small smirk changed to a full sharky grin. Kisame nipped at the lips before working his way across to a firm but delicate jaw. He wondered how Deidara had ever mistaken him for a woman. It was true that his hair was long and his frame slender but his masculine attributes far out weighed his slight feminine characteristics. Nibbling at the arched throat, Kisame relished in the small moan that escaped his partner’s lips.



Teeth nibbled on the soft skin in the hollows of Itachi’s throat as his wandering hand rubbed gently over a firm stomach. He listened to every slight catch of breath and every little whimper.



His hand explored the warm chest and barely skimmed pert nipples that hardened and pressed forward, as if demanding his attention. His own body was screaming for some of the same touches. His cock was hard and his balls were drawn up so tight that he wondered if blue balls could be an actual occurrence. All this was going on in his body and yet his entire focus was on Itachi. It seemed to Kisame that Itachi was more needy; not so much in the need of orgasm but just in the need of touches. His responses were so beautiful and soul stirring that he wasn’t worried if he never came again so long as Itachi was content.



Itachi clutched at a broad shoulder as the first three buttons on his shirt were released, baring his collarbone and upper chest. Sharp teeth nipped lightly at the prominent bone and Itachi couldn’t hold in the whine. His body was strung so tightly that he didn’t know if he was going to survive these feelings.



Those talented lips kept kissing and gently sucking. Itachi felt he was being driven insane with the touches when suddenly the hand was withdrawn and his body cried out at the loss of the warmth that had begun to seep into his very being. The lips remained gentle and no longer insistent but simply placing butterfly light kisses over any skin they touched.



“Kisame…” Itachi whispered hoarsely. He wanted more.



“Let me take care of you. You don’t need this now.” Kisame murmured and gently buttoned the shirt. His lips kissed the upturned jaw before linking their hands.



Itachi looked down. His own slender fingers looked perfect linked with Kisame’s slightly thicker digits. What was it about Kisame that made him so attractive to him? His looks were nothing special. His personality was a bit on the crude side. What was it?



The movie ended and Itachi was still left with so many questions. The agreed upon date was technically over but Itachi found himself slightly bereft at the thought. As Kisame turned the truck into apartment complex, Itachi couldn’t help but wish his date would say something.



“Heh, it was fun, Itachi.” grinned Kisame but the gleam didn’t quite reach his pale eyes.



“Kisame…I…” Itachi began but he didn’t know how to ask what he wanted.



“Hey, don’t sweat it. You put up with me for a whole date and didn’t act all uppity. You held up your end of the bargain.”



“I was wondering if you wanted to do this again.” Itachi asked, his eyes locked with Kisame’s and he smiled a bit.



“You’re asking me out again?” Kisame asked, dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe that he was being asked to be seen again.



“Well not at any particular time but I’d like to see you again. You surprised me and I liked it.” said Itachi.



“Does this mean we are going out now?” asked Kisame.



“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” scowled Itachi.



“So I’ll take that as a definite maybe.” grinned Kisame.



“You are retarded.” snorted Itachi as he moved the exit the truck but fingers wrapped around his wrist held him in place.



“I don’t like how thin you are. I want you to eat more.” Kisame said quietly.



“I’ll try.”



“Don’t try. If you don’t have food at home, I’ll bring you food. I just don’t like it when I can feel your ribs as if you are a skeleton.” mumbled Kisame.



“Hn. I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.” Itachi exited the vehicle and climbed the steps to his apartment. For some reason, the climb didn’t seem nearly as long.<center>



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Over the next several weeks, Itachi’s state of affairs improved dramatically in several ways. The most obvious was the fact that he could be found eating lunch with Kisame almost every day. Occasionally, they were joined by Pein, Konan, and Deidara but for the most part they were left alone to get acquainted with each other. There were never any public displays of affection, though not from lack of Kisame trying. Itachi said that he wanted his private life to remain private. Kisame relented but it was more a tactical retreat than surrender.



The second beneficial change was that Fugaku Uchiha had finally been brought to heel. After much debate with the courts and law enforcements, the first check had arrived via registered mail. Mikoto Uchiha had begun to cry and Itachi had locked himself in his room to shed his own hidden tears. Home life improved dramatically, though Kisame continued to bring food from his family’s restaurant saying that he had to make sure Itachi was eating.



All this led up to the night of the senior prom. Itachi flat out refused to go and dared Kisame to take anyone else, threatening to cut off the balls or breasts of whomever he went with. Kisame made a deal with Itachi. They wouldn’t go to the prom but they would spend the night in a hotel. Needless to say, Kisame ended up with a black eye but much groveling resulted in Itachi relenting after Kisame promised not to try anything fresh with him.



Grinning widely, Kisame unlocked the door to the hotel suite he’d rented for the night. “Well, baby, here it is. Your home away from home.”



“Don’t call me, baby.” growled Itachi as he tossed his overnight bag on a chair and turned to look at his boyfriend. “And wipe that smile off your face. You aren’t getting anything tonight that you haven’t already experienced.”



“That’s not true, Itachi. I get to sleep beside you tonight. I’ve never done that before.”



Itachi hid the smile that creased along his face and set about exploring the small suite. He had plans for Kisame tonight. Up until now, the two of them had only kissed and touched, never going below the belt. Itachi was becoming frustrated and no amount of jerking off was relieving the need. Fucking Kisame.



He’d been surprised when Kisame had suggested the hotel. He’d been thinking along the same lines but he would never let Kisame know that. In order to hide his delight, he’d punched Kisame. The sweet pleading of his boyfriend was music to his ears and he figured it would be nice for Kisame to stew a little before the main event.



Itachi pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it over a chair. Kisame’s jaw hit the ground. He’d never seen Itachi’s back completely bare. “Wha-What are you doing?”



“Getting undressed for bed.” Itachi said matter of factly before heading to the bathroom and Kisame rapidly began stripping as well.



“You better keep those boxers on.” Came a shout from the closed bathroom door and Kisame willed his rampant erection away, or attempted to. Itachi seemed to like torturing him like that.



The bathroom door opened and Itachi strolled out wearing only a pair of black boxers that rode low, revealing the dips of his hips and the small trail of black hair that disappeared inside. Black hair tumbled like silk around his shoulders and needless to say, any calming of erection on Kisame’s part was ruined. He popped a tent so fast that he thought he might get lightheaded from all the blood that headed south.



“Oh fuck, Itachi.” mumbled Kisame as he stared at the taunt abdomen and followed that faint black trail that disappeared inside the black boxers. Kisame was on his feet in moments, heading for the bathroom for a quick jerk off session when a warm hand gripped his shoulder.



“Where do you think you are going?” purred Itachi.



“I need to use the bathroom.” grated out Kisame.



“Use the bathroom, or get rid of this?” Itachi brushed his hip against the bulge and Kisame was groaning.



“Have mercy on me, ‘Tachi.” groaned Kisame as his hips involuntarily jerked towards the hip, seeking some form of relief.



“No.” Itachi pressed Kisame back until he tumbled back onto the soft mattress.



Itachi was straddling his boyfriend’s hips within seconds, drawing another groan from Kisame as he pressed downward. Closing his own eyes, he tilted his head back at the feel of his own hard erection pressing against Kisame’s. Oh, that felt good.



Rolling his hips, Itachi groaned as heat continued to pour into his loins. The feel of Kisame bucking up beneath him only added to the pleasure shooting through him. He was so focused on the pleasure running through him that he didn’t even realize that he was on his back until Kisame began devouring his lips in a kiss.



“So you had this planned. You like making me suffer?” growled Kisame as he roughly grabbed Itachi’s legs and spread them so he could settle in the cradle of Itachi’s hips.



Itachi released a small whine and tightened his thighs around Kisame’s hips. Not what he’d planned. He’d planned to be the one in control and calling the shots but Kisame had turned the tables and now he was pressed beneath that sturdy body, whimpering like needy slut.



Lips pressed hard on his and a very talented tongue pressed between lips to stroke the inside of Itachi’s mouth. Every time Itachi tried to take control of the kiss, Kisame would withdraw, leaving Itachi moaning at the loss. “Fucker.” snarled Itachi.



“You started this game, Itachi.” grinned Kisame.



Leaning down, Kisame nibbled on Itachi’s ear before whispering, “I love it when you talk dirty. It really turns me on.”



Itachi froze and any remaining blood in his brain made an immediate detour for his cock. Itachi would never tell Kisame that, but he was incredibly turned own by dirty talk. He didn’t even want to think about how turned on he would get if he started spouting all those naughty things.



“Just think of all the things I’m going to do to you. I’m going to kiss, lick and bite every inch of your skin, including this very tight ass. Then, I’m going tongue fuck your ass and when you think you’re finally going to go insane, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you will still be feeling my cock next week.” Kisame was revving himself up with all the things he was saying. Just watching the lust cloud through those pitch black eyes was enough to make him want to forego the foreplay and just pound them both into oblivion.



Unable to stop himself, his hips arched up and Itachi released a loud moan that seemed to startle Kisame. What the fuck had he done to turn Itachi on? Hell that wasn’t even as dirty as he could go. In fact, that was rather mild.



Lust filled obsidian eyes rolled back in his head as his hips jerked in need, trying to find good friction. His legs wrapped around a trim waist and his fingers grasped at the hips above him. Moaning, he began frantically rubbing against Kisame in need filled desire. “Nngh…”



Itachi was panting heavily and Kisame froze as he watched Itachi grind himself against his hip almost desperately. The low moans and needy whimpers forced Kisame into action and he pushed his hand between their bodies to stroke at Itachi’s erection. He could feel the heat from it through the boxers and slipped his hand inside.



Grasping the moist skin, Kisame was surprised at how much pre-cum was leaking from the tip. Christ, Itachi must be really horny. He’d have to take care of that first so that they could enjoy each other better.



Pulling the painfully erect cock from Itachi’s boxers, he began stroking the flesh fast and hard. “You turn into a little slut in the bedroom, don’t you ‘Tachi.”



Itachi’s body went rigid and his cock felt like it exploded. A scream was torn from his lips as his cock spurted thick streams of cum across his abdomen. The hand on his cock released the flesh and began to squeeze his balls sending another spurt out of his tip. “Ahhh…”



Shudders wracked Itachi’s body and hips continued to jerk spasmodically. He’d never cum that hard in his life. Fighting back the urge to start whimpering, Itachi attempted to catch his breath as blunt finger tips played in the cum that was cooling on his stomach.



His body was limp as Kisame pulled his boxers from him and wiped the cum from him. Itachi had no energy to do anything but accept the touches, wincing as the soft cotton was dragged across his sensitive cock.



“That was hot. You are so sexy when you cum.” Kisame panted as he tossed both his and Itachi’s boxers to the floor.



“Now that the edge is off, I get to taste all of you.” growled Kisame as he began nibbling on Itachi’s jaw.



Biting a trail downward, Kisame sucked on the pulse that thrummed raggedly against his lips. Itachi’s fingers were buried in his coarse hair and pushing him southward as little moans broke free of kiss bruised lips. Kisame smirked. Even in sex, Itachi had to have some control. Oh, the fun he was going to have when he tore away every inch of control. It wouldn’t happen today or even tomorrow, but one day he would have a completely pliable Itachi underneath him.



Licking at an erect nipple, he took the pink bud in his mouth and sucked until Itachi was once again moaning. He felt the half hard cock pressed against his stomach and wondered just how much his boyfriend would take before he was ready to blow again. Deciding to give it a try, he lifted his body and hooked his hands beneath pale legs and scooped them high.



“Now I get to tongue fuck you.” Kisame didn’t wait for Itachi to protest before he licked a trail from the tip of Itachi’s erection to the balls and down the perineum to the little pink pucker that clenched tightly at the first touch of a tongue.



“You look so pretty, Itachi. My own personal fuck hole to do with whatever I want.” He began nuzzling the skin around the clenched flesh before running his tongue around the rim. The gasping cries from Itachi urged him on in his exploration. His agile tongue teased the opening as it clenched and released as if seeking to grasp the teasing appendage.



“Please, oh god, please.” Itachi had given up on keeping quiet. His pleas and cries were carried through the room as the sensation of that warm tongue exploring his most private place turned him into a whimpering sack of desire.



“That’s it, slut. I want to hear you cry out.” growled Kisame as he pushed his tongue through the tight muscle and began to tease the nerve endings that encircled Itachi’s anus. Itachi began bucking against the questing tongue and his hand reached down to stroke almost desperately at the very hard erection that was making itself known.



“You’ve already cum once. Now you have to wait a little.” said Kisame as he pushed Itachi’s hands away from his reddened cock.



“Please, I need to cum.” panted Itachi with need.



“What a horny little slut I have here. I suppose that since you are asking so nicely.” Kisame grabbed for his bag and pulled out lube and condoms. He liked to be prepared. He would not have pushed Itachi but he had been hoping for this chance.



Squirting a substantial amount of lube on his fingers, Kisame flipped Itachi onto his stomach and pressed a single finger inside the barely stretched opening and nearly rolled his eyes at the tight heat. His dick was going to be devoured in delicious heat.



Pressing in a second finger, Kisame groaned. Itachi had begun to fuck himself onto the bed, arching his ass back to press the fingers in deeper before pressing against the bed to get friction against his cock.



“Oh fuck, you are going to be the death of me.” groaned Kisame. “I can’t wait. I’m going to cum if you keep looking like that.”



Pushing Itachi to his side, Kisame straddled one leg and pulled the other on his shoulder. Rolling the condom into place, he pressed his cock against the entrance. The resistance was substantial and it took a bit of maneuvering before his head cleared the tight ring of muscle.



Fully seated, he glanced down at his lover who was biting his lip and staring at Kisame with those deep dark orbs. The blue haired boy grunted and bit the inside of his jaw to keep from cumming right away from the look in those eyes.



The muscles around his cock were clenching wildly and Kisame began to pant. Oh, he wasn’t going to last. He body was already drawing up and he hadn’t even begun to thrust.



“Stop clenching like that or I’m going to blow.” Kisame grated out as he withdrew before pressing quickly back in with a sharp thrust of his hips.



“Ahhh…can’t…help it.” panted Itachi as his fingers dug into the linen sheets.



“Fuck it.” snarled Kisame as he reared back and plunged harshly into the stretched hole drawing a howl from Itachi as the head of his cock slammed against his prostate. “Yea, that’s right slut, scream for me.”



The pace was hard and each inward plunge earned a scream from Itachi. The level of the scream depended on how accurate the plunges were and soon all the screams were high pitched and needy as Itachi released the sheets and gripped his cock, stroking it hard and fast. “Oh…I’m cumming.”



Internal muscles clenched down on a hard cock and Kisame threw back his head. It was tighter than anything he’d ever felt. Opening his eyes just in time, he glanced down at the cock that Itachi was frantically stroking and watched as streams of cum erupted from the tip. Itachi’s body went rigid and his hips jerked wildly as his mouth opened in a silent scream.



“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” chanted Kisame as his hips jerked and his cock spurted hard into the condom.



That was amazing. It was the only thought that he could wrap his mind around, seeing as his brains had completely dissolved and were oozing out his ears. Collapsing on the bed beside Itachi, Kisame stared into hooded black eyes as he panted. “You’re amazing.” his whispered as he pushed a wayward strand of hair from Itachi’s face.



The room felt cool as the sweat on their bodies dried and Kisame drew the sheet over them. For the longest time he simply stared into the deep set eyes of his lover before stroking his hand down smooth shoulders. His hands dipped and he traced each rib on his journey southward. It had taken some doing but he was pleased when Itachi began to accept his help. He had put on at least twenty pounds and it looked good on him.



Sighing, he couldn’t believe that a broken down car and a freakishly strong rainstorm had been the focal of their joining. He could have possibly gone the remainder of the year without noticing him and then where would he be. Probably banging some chick that he had no intension of seeing past tonight. The fates had looked kindly on him and helped him find someone that he hoped to spend the rest of his life with.



“Hey, ‘Tachi. I think I love you.” Kisame smiled as he kissed his lover on the nose.



“Hn, I accidentally fell in love with you the night of our first date.” smirked Itachi.



“But I said it first so I win.” he grinned as wrapped his arms around Itachi.



“What do you win?”



“You.”



~The End~