Distraction

Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kisame/Itachi
Title: Distraction
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Itachi needs a distraction during a sleepless night.
AN: Thus is rather old....but I had realized I still haven't posted anything here yet so I went digging and found this. the Kisame/Itachi paring needs more love, really. Anyway, uh,...I would have put this in the 'Naruto' section but...I couldn't find t. for whatever reason it chose to hide from me...if I can fid it anothe time I'll move this but until then I guess it'll have to stay here...
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Distraction
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“The Devil their virtue temps, and they tempt Heaven.” ---Othello
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Uchiha Itachi stared sleeplessly up at the blank textureless ceiling awaiting rest that seemed would never come. The Akatsuki team had just arrived in Grass Country after a horrid four day journey only to finally arrive at half past eleven, far to late to complete their mission. Neither of the two had been too disappointed with the chance to get hot showers and a full night of sleep before heading back to headquarters. But even after a relaxing soak at the inn’s osen and despite his overwhelming exhaustion the Sharringan user still couldn’t find rest. An eye tilting to his left, Itachi looked over to his slumbering partner whose heavy breathing was the only thing breaking the silence of the still, dark hotel room.
The flashing red numbers on the alarm clock glared “1:35 AM” and for some reason, it irked him.
With each flash the red seemed to get brighter and brighter, making the burning feeling of sleeplessness burn hotter in the back of his eyes. It was mocking him.
1:35 AM
The longer he stared, the brighter the red, the more irritated he became.
The flashing numbers were laughing at him he could hear it’s soft buzzing, like tiny snickers.
He really was too tired.
He forced his eyes away before he ended up activating his Sharringan on the blasted thing and once more focused on his partner. The shark-nin’s shoulders shimmered in light blue when the little light escaping the curtains hold hit the bare skin. His broad chest rose and fell with each breath, unconsciously flexing his muscles. There were few times Itachi was ever jealous. Really. Very few.
But this happened to be one of those rare times. His partner slept easily through just about anything imaginable. Now usually when people are told their heavy sleepers you think they sleep through someone calling their name out loudly and perhaps a thunderous storm. But in Kisame’s case there really were few things that could wake him. So Itachi found out on a mission to Rock country when they nearly died as the shark-man had simply refused to wake, sleep-talking telling Itachi to go away, as a jutsu created twister had come very close to relocating the two S-class nin into the after life.
Itachi could feel the embarrassment well up in him even now.
Looking back over at the clock, the red numbers flashed “1:42 A.M.”
He would have groaned in frustration had he been any less of an Uchiha.
He was tired, his eyes burned with the need to sleep, but he couldn’t force his mind to stop running.
Thoughts circled in his mind. Endless, needless thoughts that seemed to only form themselves to keep him awake. He needed a distraction.
He ran his tongue across his lips.
Maybe something to eat?
But he wasn’t hungry. Not that they carried anything on them worth eating, and his Dango had been long since devoured.
He could start on the report for their current mission.
Leader always liked to have good documentation on all the member’s tasks, no matter how small.

But report writing required thought, and Itachi didn’t want more thoughts running through his mind, he wanted to sleep. Across the room his partner let out a snore that sounder closer to a snort, but nonetheless the sound caught his attention. Itachi turned to his side and watched the other man, watching the light play off his form, as he lay dead-to-the-world asleep.
A particularly tolerable thought struck him, like a light-bulb turning on in a dark room.
Pulling the sheets back and sitting up he stared at Kisame for a while, already knowing what he wanted to do but still finding himself seated on the bed staring unblinkingly at the other shinobi.
Kisame shifted in his sleep, muttering something, and then falling back into a deep sleep.
Itachi stood; cutting the short distance between the two beds soundlessly and just as gracefully lifted Kisame’s sheets and slipped into them. The white linen was warm to his mostly bare skin but Kisame’s skin was cool to the touch. Itachi’s hands placed themselves on the missing nin’s waist just above the band of his boxers tracing the hard dips and curves of the muscles. Kisame grunted and muttered out a half slurred, “ ‘Tachi, wha’er-” Something illegible” …you awake?” The teen resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the pathetic scene, craning his head up to lick at the underside of the strong blue jaw. As anything reminding the shark-man of sex, subconscious or not, was usually the only way to wake him.
“ ’Tachi?”
He pushed himself up a little farther to mesh his lips into rough blue one.
Kisame kissed back, instantly knowing how to react to Itachi’s lips.
They stayed like that for a moment, mouths bruisingly locked together, hands on blue hips as Kisame’s hand moved to grip the back of Itachi’s neck the other tugging at long dark hair to tilt the younger’s head back even more. The Uchiha had his fingers slipping under the elastic band of the boxers. Itachi wasn’t wearing much more himself, with only standard black boxers and over shirt to separate them. Which didn’t last long once he felt the growing heat pushing through his partner’s undergarments.
Stripped down to his skin in a matter of moments, Kisame had wasted no time in sitting up and pulling the nude teen onto his lap. If it wasn’t obvious enough yet, this wasn’t their first time extinguishing physical desires with one another. Hardly.
So when Itachi’s hips rocked against Kisame’s he wasn’t surprised by the sizable organ pressing up, instead rocking harder. Kisame’s hands gripped at Itachi’s hips, forcing him to slow his pace. Itachi groaned, displeased. Kisame lifted the Uchiha off his lap and set him down on the mattress and stood afront the kneeling boy. Kisame took advantage of his new standing position to lean over the other, pulling his bottom lip between sharpened teeth. Nibbling that lip, just hard enough to draw blood, the mist nin removed his little clothing and knelt at the bed’s edge, his hand teasingly trailing down the sensitive skin of Itachi’s spine. Arching into the touch Itachi shamelessly moaned, ignoring Kisame's stifled laugh from behind.
“More.”
“Itachi-sa-”
“Now..”
Itachi’s voice shook in a gaspy pleading tone, despite how hard he tried to keep it indifferent and level.
Another small smirk tipped the corners of Kisame’s lips before he lowered his head to the Uchiha’s pale neck. “ Whatever you say, Itachi-san.”
The mist nin’s lips were rough on Itachi’s skin, kissing and licking; his sharp teeth grazing dangerously over his throat. But he never asked to stop. He never did.
Sometimes he wondered if perhaps he had some bizarre submissive-sex-complex that compelled him to lay himself beneath the other and let the Shark-nin rip him apart with those sharp teeth and unyielding rough hands. The thought made sense. At least to him. On a battle field Itachi met few who could even be considered a challenge, and even those didn’t last long once he began to take the battle seriously.
To have Kisame over him, holding him tight enough to bruise, gave him such a sick pleasure of being beaten.
His train of thought crashed however when Kisame’s lips reached a patch of sensitive skin just below the navel. Purple painted nails gripped at the blue hair, tentively urging him lower.
Kisame mockingly resisted the tug on his hair, opting for dipping his tongue into Itachi’s navel suggestively.
“Ki-kisame…”
Itachi let the low growl roll off his chest as he glared down at the blue shinobi who only returned the look with a seductive smile. “Itachi-san, you know, looking at me like that only makes me want to tease you more.” The raven-haired teen made a sound that might have been a “humph” and looked away, focusing his sight on the sliver light managing to slip in under the thick curtains before being swallowed by the over whelming darkness of the room. His eyes then squeezed shut, concentrating to the feeling of Kisame’s mouth teasing the inside of his thigh. His hands clutched tighter into the navy colored hair trying his best not to moan again but the little whimpers kept escaping him. The need continued to build within him, Kisame’s sultry mouth gracing every inch of skin but what he wanted the most. Damn him.
His hips twitched and his skin felt all too tight over his body, he could feel the sweat roll down the back of his neck and knew his cheeks were flushed. Damn, and the other man had only just started.
As if knowing just what Itachi was sulking on Kisame’s eyes tilted up to look at the blushing face above him and mocked, “Itachi-san, your being so responsive tonight.”
Itachi shot down a dark glare and almost hissed out the words “Shut up” but just as he opened his mouth Kisame chose that time to let his tongue dance across the tip of the Uchiha’s desperately erected penis so that the only thing that came from his agape mouth was a gasp and a loud moan.
He had done that intentionally.
Fucking bastard.
The shark-nin truly did enjoy teasing him. It was obvious.
If the tone of his voice wasn’t any incline, then the adoring kiss placed on the head of his erection with that knowing smile was a dead give away. By some cruel hand of God, Kisame knew just how to touch the Uchiha to make him squirm and , humiliatingly, beg. That devil’s-tongue of his took it’s sweet time slipping from tip the base, tracing along a thick vein. Kisame continued, tip to base, base to tip until he had teased every side of the organ then beginning to draw random shapes and patterns along the flesh. All in those painfully light touches, all in that painfully slow pace.
Damn him, that fucking prick.
Itachi felt close to tears. Though Itachi swore to himself if he so much as sniffled he’d kill himself.
But that aside, the aching feeling that had moved from his lower half and had covered his whole being by now, his skin crawling and burning hot, waiting, praying, for Kisame to become board and start the enviable.
Kisame was more then pleased to see the excited Uchiha writhing under his touches, whimpering and muttering out death threats for him to hurry. Kisame could be a patient man when he needed, and the thought of having the Uchiha-Prodigy child moaning like a little virgin was enough to fuel him on, despite however aroused he had become. The teen’s skin was soft no matter where he kissed and the seen of sweat coating his lithe body gave him a salty taste. Slowly, Kisame started to take more and more of Itachi into his mouth until his could feel the bitter fluid leaking down his throat. Itachi put a death grip on his hair, arched and let out an unrestrained moan as the euphoric feeling swept over him, shaking him to the bones. He didn’t pull away, he didn’t need to, he knew Kisame would take every last drop of him. And he did.
By the time Kisame finally let the organ slip from his mouth Itachi was soft and panting. The seventeen year old looked almost innocent kneeling on the bed the a dark flush staining his cheeks and satisfied expression relaxing the normally blank or frowning face. Heh, almost. As sweet as the boy looked now, Kisame wasn’t stupid enough to put the words “innocent” and “Itachi” in the same paragraph let alone same sentence and he most certainly wasn’t going to say anything aloud. With that thought securely placed at the back on his mind Kisame placed a wide blue hand at he center of Itachi’s chest, gently pushing him to lay back on the bed. Itachi knew what was going to happen and knew Kisame knew was well, but the blue ninja still muttered breathily into Itachi‘s ear, “It’s my turn”.
Itachi pulled his legs out from under him and hooked one around Kisame’s waist, the other Kisame had ran a hand from ankle up to thigh, lifting it so the bend of his knee rested at the crook of Kisame’s arm.
Kisame could be cruel sometimes. Most of those times Itachi wasn’t on the receiving end of the behavior but when he was it was usually during sex. This was one of those times.

Even though he’d been expecting it, the touches of heated skin to his opening made the muscles twitch, his whole body flinching. Experience told him that was all the warning he’d get.
He gripped the sheets tight between white knuckles just before the thick mass was pushed into him.
Pain shot up like liquid fire through every muscle, every fiber and cell, burning and scorching his insides until he felt near death. But he pushed back the cries of pain and clenched his teeth together; bearing the torture until the stretched muscles began to relax and the pain subside.
Kisame’s hips beat a ruthless patterns against Itachi’s skin, small grunts of effort washed over by his moans of pleasure. Itachi’s back arched and his toes curled as that sensitive gland within him was struck with battering force. Kisame smirked at the hidden moan from Itachi and pounded into the spot again, and again Itachi’s back arch off the bed, his hand gripping painfully at the Mist nin’s upper arms- painted nails digging into the blue skin. Itachi’s moans became harder and harder to hide as Kisame continuously struck into him and before long there was no hiding them at all. Sweat rolled down his body, falling into the dip and curves of his muscles as Itachi gave up and let the sounds escape him, pushing his body down to met each thrust of Kisame’s.
It was tiring.
Even as an experienced ninja the effort put into it made the Uchiha’s bones shake in weary fatigue.
It felt wonderful, honestly. The pain had now melted away, or the pleasure was so much that the pain was no longer felt, that every move, every twitch and breath, thrust and moan felt like it had them at the edge, ready to fall over. But the release he was looking for didn’t come. Torturing him to no end. The hunger had well passed into need, the option of stopping impossible. No matter how much Itachi’s body burned with the ach of sore and overused muscles he couldn’t stop. Even when it started to become painful and the frustration made his Sharringan spin madly, he had to keep pushing himself, he had to go further.
He needed to finish it.
His back was raw from the friction of the linen sheets.
Sweat seeping out making him slick and cold.
He could feel blood and other fluids leak out and irritatingly ooze down his backside.
And the sound of skin slapping wetly against skin became so loud it was deafening.
He couldn’t remember now when this had started but it felt like it might never end;as hours seemed to have passed by before, finally, Kisame leaned down to him. Their lips met brutally and a blue hand wrapped it’s self around Itachi’s erection which, within the lull of all the overwhelming sensations, had almost been forgotten. Giving the member a jerky but firm pull Itachi let loose a strangled cry into the other’s mouth as he finally saw that white light flash behind tightly closed eyelids. Sticky fluid spilled from him, gushing over Kisame’s hand and unto his own belly. Itachi panted breathlessly as Kisame released his mouth and pulled back. He easily slipped out of the dark haired teen and just as quickly flipped him onto his knees. Without missing a beat Kisame reentered with a bone shattering thrust. Itachi bit down on his own lip ‘til it bled to keep from screaming.
Kisame had Itachi’s hips in an iron hold, pulling him back with each thrust.
And as the Mist nin beat painfully into him, Itachi recognized the blinding need driving Kisame as the same need that had filled him but moments ago, Itachi did what he could to aid his partner further along, pushing back just as hard as Kisame pushed forward.
Kisame’s large hand wound around and laid flat against the teen’s chest, pulling him up so that Itachi’s back was flush against Kisame’s own blue chest. With one final last brutal thrust Kisame bit down, razor like teeth easily carving into the soft flesh of the curve between Itachi’s neck and shoulder. The pain was lost to the feeling of hot seed spilling into him, filling him until it leaked down his thighs. Itachi’s fell back to met Kisame’s shoulder, one arm hanging lifelessly to the side the other gripping the hand Kisame still had upon his chest. His body ached to no end and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t regain his breath as it escaped his in short bursts.
Kisame’s hand were suddenly gentle has they pulled the long dark tresses from Itachi’s face and laid him down. The man then tore the sweat soaked sheets off the bed and replaced them with the ones from Itachi’s original bed. Whether that was for his own comfort or Itachi’s never accrued to the teen as the new dry sheets were pulled up over the teen, the shark-nin slipping into them on the opposite side. Any other day he would have sneered at him for the sweetness, berating him for being treated like a child, but not tonight. He was simply to tired, to exhausted to start anything. He turned to his side feeling Kisame at his back, still breathing in soft pants.
Had he not been so tired he would have glared at the sight that met him.
Sitting there on the nightstand between the two beds the alarm clock was angled so the red numbers flashed at him.
4:12 A.M.
They lay silently like that for sometime.
But if asked, Kisame couldn’t tell you how long exactly.
It felt like he had Itachi laid against his chest for hours, though it may have only been minutes.
He lay there, watching the back of the teen’ head until his breathing evened out and it became obvious he was finally deep within the arms of dreamless sleep. Kisame’s eyelids may have fought him over it, wanting to close themselves, but the wait was well worth it to hear the soft, almost adorable, little snores the Uchiha made when deep asleep. Fighting down the spurts of laughter, Kisame let his hand slide around the other and placed a kiss, soft so not to wake him, on the teen’s temple.
“Goodnight, Itachi-san.”
And then sleep claimed him too.


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