Stress Relief

A/N's:

I tried to make this story more plot-driven, I really did! I just couldn't do it, so it became another pointless, shamelessly fangirlish PWP. Takes place after Itachi and Kisame corner Naruto but Jiraiya foils their plans (aka WAAAAAAY back when).

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The loud creaking of bedsprings and the banging of a headboard against plaster drowned out the soft gasps and loud groans escaping the bed's occupants. Sharp teeth, looking as though they were filed to a point, bit at the pale, flawless skin. Itachi, in retaliation for the stinging bite, raked his short nails down his partner's back. Kisame, however, did not appear to take offense at the action and hissed in pleasure as welts were created down his strong back.

Most who saw the large, blue-skinned man would think he would feel scaly and disgusting. He resembled a fish so much – or rather a shark – it was hard to consider him anything other than fishy in all senses of the word. Those people would be dead wrong, as Itachi knew all too well.

Despite appearances to the contrary, Kisame felt warm and soft. His skin was tougher than a normal man's, but it felt no different than any other humans skin. Itachi took pride, however small the amount, in being the only one to know this about his older partner. Kisame had lovers in the past no doubt, but all were dead, leaving Itachi the only person privy to this bit of information.

A loud smack, followed by a stinging pain on his backside drove all thoughts from Itachi's mind. He glared, his naturally black eyes swirling red with his activated Sharingan. Kisame didn't appear to be intimidated by his partner's displeasure, and he even spanked Itachi again, multiple times in rapid succession, as though to prove he wasn't bothered by Itachi's glare.

As Itachi started to complain, not willing to admit that he liked the dominant display, Kisame flexed his fingers and gave Itachi another rough spank. However, this time his claws raked against the smooth flesh of his backside, leaving welts that felt too good to be painful (but Itachi knew the time would come later). He moaned instead, a throaty, masculine sound that actually beat the soprano squeaking of the bedsprings.

"Don't think while I'm fucking you, Uchiha!" Kisame warned. He knew, of course, that Itachi was the strongest of their little duo. In bed, however, Kisame ruled and Itachi followed his orders.

"Obviously you're doing something wrong if I can think at all!" Itachi's voice cracked on the last word, and he threw his head back. Kisame immediately latched on to his neck, sucking and nipping until a large hickey began to appear.

Smirking at his ability to make the normally controlled Uchiha lose control, Kisame wrapped his fingers roughly on pale hips and lifted until Itachi's round buttocks was in the air. He pulled out until not even the tip remained inside his lover, then pushed in with such force the bed left a crack in the cheap wall. Any thoughts Itachi had were definitely gone now, Kisame thought smugly and continued to pound into his younger lover with abandon.

Itachi's hands clenched at the white sheets, one moving to the headboard to grip at the posts. The other hand moved from his side to his hair to the pillow and back again, searching for something to grip while Kisame fucked him. The stinging smacks were back now, as Kisame used his immense strength to hold Itachi in the air with one hand. He grinned broadly at the throaty groans escaping his partner and picked up his pace, thrusting recklessly into Itachi's tight hole.

"Fuck!" he groaned loudly. "You're always so tight, Itachi!"

"Hn."

Kisame smirked wider. Though the grunt was a usual expression of the Uchiha, the breathlessness that went along with it was not. He flipped Itachi onto his stomach, somehow managing to stay sheathed inside the tight heat. With the younger ninja now on his knees, Kisame used the hand not currently spanking (and scratching) Itachi to jack him off.

Itachi groaned loudly at the feel of a warm hand on his member, and his breathing deepened as he felt his climax nearing. His hands gripped the pillow tightly, eyes closed in pleasure, as he focused only on the sensation of Kisame's large, thick cock thrusting in and out of his asshole. With one last deep thrust, Itachi came, spilling his seed on Kisame's hand, his chest, and the formerly clean sheets.

Kisame managed a half-dozen more thrusts before the clenching muscles squeezed his own orgasm from him. He groaned, pumping his seed into Itachi's abused hole, nearly drooling as the white substance flowed down the pale thighs and leaked onto the bed. He slumped over Itachi, his weight pushing the younger to the bed unexpectedly.

Though he glared, Itachi said nothing when Kisame pulled out of him and wrapped his arms around the slender waist. Instead, he snuggled (though he would never admit to being a snuggler and would kill Kisame if he even thought of outing the Uchiha) against Kisame's chest and fell into a dreamless sleep. Kisame watched the sleeping Uchiha for several minutes before allowing sleep to claim him as well.

He knew he could make Itachi forget their failed mission!