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Seaswept
By : Daydreamer79
Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes
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Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
AN: The second chapter posted today. Make sure you read ch. 11 before this one :)

Kisame growled and slammed his fist onto the small table in his cabin. He'd never been so afraid and yet unable to do a thing. Seeing Itachi flail about while connected to the cannon had torn at his insides yet he was unable to relinquish his own duties to assist him least the wheel begin to spin unchecked and they all perish in the storm. Later, staring at Itachi with pain breaking through his features while Dan administered aid was enough to cause him a realization.
"Damn it!"
His feelings for Itachi ran deeper than he cared to admit and he was drowning in the knowledge of it.
He ran a hand through his hair and tilted his gaze to the ceiling. He was stupid for desiring someone who was neither a boy, nor a man. The more time he spent in his company, the more addicted he became. He could see the man Itachi would become, a fact that only served to inflame his desires to even greater heights.
Even despite his desires, it was the infrequent smiles bestowed upon him that nearly brought him to bay. While his body wanted Itachi, something else inside him wanted to keep the lad near. He wanted to hold him at night and stroke his fingers through the long silky hair. Things that he should not want. What happened on a ship was completely different to that which happened once back at berth. Men living with each other as they did with women did not happen frequently.
"I'm a fool."
There was little he could do. His desires would not vanish if he was forced to remain in close contact with the lad. The Crimson Cloud, while not a small vessel, was still tight quarters. Every day he watched Itachi go about his chores while letting his mind wander over all the places and positions he could take him. How would pleasure spreading across Itachi's face look if he were only inches away? Would a flush show starkly on his creamy skin? Would his skin draw tight over those sinewy muscles as his hips bucked and jerked in pleasure?
"Fuck," he muttered, bringing a hand to his eyes, as if that could stop the visions being visited upon him.
His desires were his downfall. The more he watched, the more addicted he became to Itachi's presence. They were still several weeks from reaching berth and he was sure he would be driven insane by the time the tide rolled them into port.
Pein saw his lusts, but chose to keep his own council on the matter of late. While on the ship, they both belonged to Pein but as long as their performances were not interfered with, it was not likely to cause an intervention on Pein's part.
Closing his eyes, he rested his face in his palms and attempted to push aside the ever present lust. His hands itched to dip into his trousers and stroke the burgeoning thickness brought on by extended thoughts of Itachi. In his mind, he could hear the small sounds of barely contained pleasure Itachi made as he stroked himself. If things continued on their set course, he would have the boy in his bed before they reached land again. Just the thought of him on his hands and knees, fully displayed before him had another long and low growl of need erupting from Kisame.
There was only one choice for him. His sense of honor would not allow him to take what would surely be freely given. The only remaining choice would be to do everything in his power to avoid contact with the boy. It might not completely dispel his lust, but it would help temper it until they reached berth where he could once again attempt to dispel his lust for Itachi in the arms of the first wench he could find.

oOo

Itachi paused while carrying the captain's tray from his cabin. His shoulder continued to ache with a dull throb and the rope burns caused by the line he had tied around his arm was still visible on his forearm. It was only in the last few days that Dan allowed him return to full duties and he was grateful for it. Some of the crew were becoming unbearable to associate with, namely Deidara.
There might have been a moment of camaraderie during the storm and during his early days upon the ship but those instances were past. Lately, the insistent touches and innuendos were ticking at his patience. With each passing day, he felt himself becoming more and more detached from who he was before. The aching hole left by Sasuke and the sudden and continued avoidance of Kisame were wearing down his humanity and leaving him a shell of his former self. The doldrums of hard labor was the only thing keeping him leveled in his mind.
Struggling to find himself on a ship filled with a motley crew of pirates, Itachi felt lost. His insides burned with the need to find Sasuke and kill the man who took him. It heated him when his other emotions left him cold.
"Land ahead!"
Every action on the ship was paused. The sense of anxiousness increased with Shikamaru's shout. A quick glance around the upper deck shown nearly all the sailors rushing about effectively in their duties. There was chatter and several loud, cheerful ballads sung in raised voices. Even Pein exited his cabin and took to the helm to relieve Asuma of his post.
"Distance, Mr. Nara?" he inquired while fastening his eyes on the horizon.
"At present speed, we'll be there in two hours, Captain," shouted Shikamaru with more fervor than he usually expressed.
A slow, pleased smile worked its way across Pein's face. His eyes brightened and the normal frown evaporated from his features. It was perhaps the most relaxed and happy aura Itachi had ever seen come from the man. His small smile caused him to realize just how young a captain Pein was.
"It's home, lads!" shouted Pein.
Cheers erupted from the crew. The joyous emotions were addictive, even pulling Itachi from the usual morose thoughts constantly flowing through him since Sasuke's abduction. There was little joy to be found in him of late with the loss of Sasuke and Kisame's very near ignoring of him since the night of the storm. His mind welcomed the celebratory emotions of the crew so not to dwell on his own dark thoughts.
"There'll be ale and women tonight!" shouted Deidara in Itachi's direction.
Asuma leaned over the railing to glance down at the two. "Give it up, Dei. We both know you like taking a fuck up the ass more than poking any wench found in the port-o-calls."
"Fuck you, Asuma." Deidara presented Asuma with an obscene hand gesture. "Just because you're cock tied doesn't mean the rest of us can't partake of the more carnal pleasures."
"At least I know my cock won't end up rotting off from some disease caught in a foreign port," retorted Asuma with a wide grin. "I doubt you could say the same…or perhaps it would be your ass rotting off."
"Again…fuck you." Deidara turned and sent Itachi a smirk. "He doesn't know what he's missing, but I'll be sure to bring you along on my trip to the tavern. I know the best wenches on the island."
"No, thank you," stated Itachi in a cool voice and turned from Deidara towards the stairs leading below deck.
Deidara scowled at the cold rebuff and snatched Itachi's arm, causing the tray to teeter precariously in his hands. "Don't forget who taught you shit and carried your arse to the surgery when you were showing off for Kisame by running about the ship during that storm. Maybe you're hoping he would take an interest in your scrawny arse? I've seen the way you look at him when you don't think anyone is watching…like the sweet little virgin you are."
Itachi flicked his eyes to Deidara, easily seeing the volatile anger growing along with the spread of color flushing the lightly tanned features. He was forced to tamp down his own rise of anger, choosing instead to speak in a low and calm voice. "Release me."
"Don't think just because you have both Pein and Kisame sniffing around your arse that you can act as you please to veteran crew."
"Forgive me," stated Itachi in a slow drawling voice that drew its intonation from the mishmash of accents frequenting the ship as well as from his own origins. There was not the slightest drop of apology in his tone. His eyes shone like dark pools as they met and stared deeply into Deidara's dark blue orbs. He gave no sign of weakness, his features expressionless—just as Pein taught him.
Deidara flushed in anger. His hand flipped the tray from Itachi's grip so that it tumbled to the floor. The ornate china teapot shattered to the deck and drew the gaze of everyone in the vicinity, including that of the captain and Kisame from the helm.
Itachi's eyes flared darkly and his arm shrugged from Deidara's grip so to allow him to kneel and begin cleaning the mess of broken china and scraps of leftover food. Anger flushed through him, forcing him to bite down on his lip to prevent a reaction from surfacing. His gaze focused only on the task before him least he be pulled into an action he could not control—his most bitter lesson being on that very topic.
He knew Deidara's personality flared wildly. One day he might be of the helpful sort and the next he might be as bitter and cold as the sea herself. Deidara was not a friend, but merely a crew member he worked side by side with on a daily basis. That did not mean he was without limits to Deidara's pissing in his direction and as of late, it seemed to happen far too often.
"Ah…so that's what you look like while sucking down Kisame's cock."
It was as if a knife was taken to the small bit of control Itachi maintained despite Deidara's arrogant and childish probing. In an instant, he was on his feet and his fist plowing forward to smash into Deidara's chin. The blond head flew back and he stumbled back several feet until he regained his balance under the surprise of the sudden assault.
"You little shit." Deidara charged towards Itachi the instant he regained his composure, murderous intent flaring across his features. "I'm going to kill you."
Itachi's quick sidestep was the only action preventing him from being plowed down to the deck. His hand reached to the small dagger given to him by Kisame but had no time to draw it as Deidara recovered again and this time landed a wildly swung punch directly into Itachi's previously injured shoulder. The area was still tender even several weeks later.
Pain ricocheted down his arms and tingled in his fingertips. Though he did not cry out at the short burst of agony, the tightening of his lips and the act of stumbling back from Deidara was enough of an indicator of the direct blow.
Kisame moved from Pein's side to intervene but was stopped by the captain's extended arm. "It's his fight. Let him finish it if he can."
"He can't handle Deidara."
Pein shook his head and folded his arms across his chest, allowing Asuma to resume his place at the wheel. "Leave him be. That's an order."
Kisame bared his teeth but did as Pein ordered. His pale blue eyes narrowed as they focused on Itachi. "If he's hurt—"
"He won't be. He's fast and learning quickly." Pein's lips twisted in a hard smirk. "He's got to start making a place for himself with the crew if he's to be captain one day. He needs to earn their respect instead of their friendship."
"He's only a lad."
Pein continued to stare down upon the two circling each other. "Is that really how you see him? I've never known you for the type to seek out the company of young boys."
Kisame's hand tightened on railing and he continued to stare below, not rising to the obvious jab. His lips pressed down and he continued to follow the action below.
The conversation between Pein and Kisame was lost to the two below. Deidara's gaze shifted from Itachi to the captain and his lieutenant. His smile widened in a unspoken taunt, teeth bared almost ferally.
"Your fuck buddy is watching." Deidara gestured to where Pein and Kisame stood side by side. "Or perhaps you're fucking both. I doubt the captain goes without a fuck for the length of our voyages as he claims to. Who else spends long times in his cabin but you and Kisame…and I very much doubt Kisame is sticking his dick in the captain's ass."
Deidara's eyes alighted with a slight malice. He lunged again to Itachi, this time connecting and sending him crashing into wooden wall beside the stairs leading to the captain's quarters. His lips pressed to Itachi's ear and his voice rumbled smoothly outward. "Kisame likes women. The only time he would ever want you is bent over a table with a skirt around your waist and a wet, willing cunt."
A wave of anger rushed through Itachi. He shifted on his feet and spared a breath's time to glance towards Kisame. Intense blue eyes stared down at the two, though no expression marred his face save a slight frown pulling down his lips. His arms were braced on the railing as he and Pein gazed down with blank expressions.
Itachi's jaw clenched and his hands fisted. Some part of him was hurt by the lack of attention directed to him from Kisame. He missed the warm gazes and silent support once given him by the other man. Everything was changing lately—his body and his emotions. Deidara's probing insults became an excuse to vent his building frustrations.
His eyes became hard and cold as the sea at night. In a smooth motion, his hand reached once more for the cool metal of the dagger and fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt. It was precious to him, as precious as the small carved toy he carried with him at all time. The small metal weapon gave him the sensation of Kisame fighting alongside him even if Kisame's attention was not directed towards him.
"No weapons," called out Pein. "Fists only."
Deidara spat a small bit of blood from his lips and grinned broadly at Itachi. "Fine by me."
Itachi narrowed his gaze at Pein before shifting it back to Deidara. He could feel the gazes of nearly the entire crew but it was the burning feel of Kisame's eyes that unnerved him the most. His heart began to beat a hard, erratic rhythm and sweat beaded on his body. He could feel a small rivulet trickle down between his shoulder blades as he and Deidara measured each other with their intense gazes.
Deidara was the first to move in and the entire crew held their breaths. His fist swung hard and fast for Itachi's face but connected only with air. The power behind his attack caused him to stumble slight, giving Itachi enough of a window to move quickly to avoid a follow-up punch.
The training sessions with Pein had quickened his movements, though only slightly. Even through the agony of his healing shoulder, Pein had worked him, forcing him to use his naturally lithe body to its full potential. Speed was his asset, giving truth to Pein's words.
Itachi pivoted on a bare heel and moved from the wall so to give him more space to shift about on the deck. "Stop this."
"No!" Deidara's eyes went wild and his long blond hair flowed behind him with the lurch towards Itachi.
The entire crew stopped their activities to watch. Several shouted out bets concerning the outcome. Unlike with Itachi's defeat to Pein after Sasuke's abduction, the bets varied greatly. Some favored Itachi to win while others placed their gold on Deidara's wider experience.
Deidara was fast. His attacks possessed speed and strength. Each miss only resulted in a retaliated attack in Itachi's direction that connected nearly as often as they missed.
Itachi had yet to land a hit after his initial attack to Deidara's chin. Most of his dexterity was spent avoiding hits meant to deliver the most pain. The cheers and shouts of the crew from their various vantage points did not overpower the rushing sound of his blood in his head. His body ached in various places where Deidara's fast fists were able to connect.
"You're getting tired," jeered Deidara. "You're going to run out of energy before I do."
With the truth of the words bitter in his throat, Itachi watched Deidara's attack once more. Each time Pein instructed him, he insisted Itachi withhold his attacks until he knew his attacker's weaknesses. Wasting energy on attacking, only to have it parried was a worthless endeavor and would likely result in his death.
He was unable to completely avoid the next attack. Deidara's blow connected, glancing off Itachi's cheek. His face throbbed in time with his shoulder but the pain was more than worth the knowledge it brought.
Carefully gauging Deidara's shifting of weight, Itachi dropped to the deck and shifted his foot to trip the other just as he swung his fist once more. While swinging his punches, Deidara became unbalanced. It was the perfect opening.
Deidara went crashing to the deck, followed immediately by Itachi landing another solid punch into his face, this time to his nose. He felt more than heard the crack of cartilage. There was a slight pause and then blood spurted from flared nostrils.
"Sonofabitch," cried Deidara. He rolled onto his stomach, both hands covering his injured nose. "You're dead, you little shit."
"That's enough." Kisame pushed Pein aside and bounded down the steps leading to the main deck where the fight took place. "Get yourself looked at by Dan."
Deidara growled low in his throat. "The little shit can't even look out for himself that he needs you to do it, Kisame?"
"Enough," called Pein from the helm. "Do as he says."
A look of annoyance mixed liberally with pain worked across Deidara's features. He seemed to want to argue if not for the hard expression crossing Pein's face and the slight shift of him for the rapier fastened securely on his hip. Any thought of retaliation dropped from his face at that terrifyingly expressionless visage.
Itachi shifted his gaze to Kisame. A small tremor worked through his stomach, causing him to bite the inside of his jaw to prevent himself from leaning closer and basking in the warmth radiating from the man. Instead, he took a step away from the temptation. "I could have handled it."
"You did well," murmured Pein as he turned from the two. "But you aren't quite at Deidara's level."
"I am."
Pein paused in his ascension up the stairs. "Then, I'm sure you realized he was drawing his weapon when he rolled to his stomach."
Itachi paused, his eyes widening slightly. He glanced to Kisame, who nodded in agreement.
Shock worked through him. He had not seen it. If not for Kisame disrupting the fight, he might have been seriously injured in Deidara's anger. It was easy to forget just how dangerous and bloodthirsty the men aboard the [i]Crimson Cloud [/i]really were. They could easily turn on him in the blink of an eye—even Asuma and Shikamaru.
Pein gave a small bark of laughter and moved once more to watch the rapidly growing stretch of land on the horizon. "Clean up that mess and then help Kisame prepare for docking."
Itachi said nothing as he moved to begin cleaning the mess caused when Deidara tipped the captain's tray. His gaze drifted over the broken china teapot and matching cup. Anything to keep from thinking of Kisame's gaze following his actions.
"Go below and check on the prisoner after you dispose of that." Kisame's gruff voice rolled over him, causing him to nick his finger on one of the shards of pottery.
He was grateful when Kisame moved away to bark orders to a few members of the crew loitering around. The distance gave him a moment to recover from that intense, pale gaze. His heart began to resume a slower beat and the muscles in his stomach stopped contracting.
He carried the broken bits below to Chouza who clucked his tongue at the carnage of the china before sending Itachi on his way. "Git off wit ye and finish yur chores."
Itachi bowed slightly in Chouza's direction before moving down to the hold where the prisoner, Neji Hyuuga, was being kept. They did not speak, both understanding that neither could convince the other of their will and therefore had no reason to converse. Neji's fate would be decided once they reached the Crimson Cloud's berth.
The shifting of the ship beneath him caused Itachi to frown and move towards the upper deck. The entirety of the crew, including Chouza were shouting out towards people waving from the shore. It looked as if the entire island had come out at the ship's arrival. Women dabbed at their eyes and children released squeals of excitement.
Ropes were tossed to waiting men and tied to strong parts of the large dock. A matching ship, similar in form to the Crimson Cloud was docked several yards away. Her furrowed sails glistened cream against the darkly painted wood.
Pein moved from the balcony before his cabin and sided up to Itachi. His eyes continued to scan the shore as he spoke. "This is our home and yours now as well."
Home.
It was a longing thought, but one that he could never fully allow himself to accept until he was reunited with his brother. His hand dipped into his pocket and removed the small wooden toy. Sasuke was alive and he would bring him to this island. Then it would be a true home.
"I'll set you up in my home until you're able to have a place of your own." Pein's features began to pull down in a frown. "Damn it, where is she?"
"Who?" asked Itachi at the sound of Pein's frustration, a tone he rarely heard from the man.
"Konan. My wife."
Itachi shifted his gaze to the crowd of people and then to Kisame. Did Kisame have a lover waiting for him on the island as so many others? He was not scanning the shore as wildly as some, but still the worry began to eat away at Itachi.
"He is not involved with anyone."
Itachi's eyes darted to the side to meet Pein's lavender gaze. "Who?"
"Don't play coy with me, boy." Pein shifted from his position at the railing and turned to make his way towards where several of the men were tying down the gangplank. "You know who."
"Pein, me boy." A large white haired older man in a pair of loose cotton trousers and a flowing white shirt strode toward where Pein was making his way down the gangplank. "I wasn't expecting you for another two months."
"I wanted to come home." Pein's eyes shifted to scan the gathering of men, women, and children. "Where is she, Jiraiya?"
Jiraiya shifted on his booted feet. "I think you and I should move towards the main house—"
Pein's face grew hard. "Jiraiya—"
A baby started screaming, distracting the two as they turned their gaze to find a woman approaching with a swaddled baby cradled in her arms. Asuma, having descended directly after Pein paled slightly and moved to embrace his wife. She lifted her lips to his ear and whispered, the words causing him to stiffen visibly and turn to stare horror struck in Pein's direction.
"What is it?" Pein frowned and approached the two, his eyes drifting down to stare at the thin ginger curls decorating the cap of the baby's head. "It's not yours."
Asuma shook his head and turned his gaze to his former captain. "Jiraiya—"
"She's yours—yours and Konan's."
Pein's eyes widened visibly and his features took on the color of a specter. "Where is my wife?"
A towheaded blond boy bounced forward to stand beside Jiraiya. "She died."
"Naruto!" snapped Jiraiya sharply.
Asuma stepped forward to place a comforting hand on Pein's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Captain."
Jiraiya shook his head sadly and folded his arms across his chest. "You left her pregnant. It was a hard labor—"
"Don't blame him—" Asuma's wife stepped forward with the babe cradled securely in her arms. "It is the price to pay for the chance to bring life into the world."
Pein began shaking, his entire body quaking. He shrugged Asuma's hand from his shoulder and shook his head in denial. Unshed tears glistened in his eyes but never crossed the threshold to spill over his cheeks. For a moment's breath, he seemed to grieve quietly.
"No," he whispered.
"Pein?"
"No!" Pein wheeled on Jiraiya, his eyes flashing wildly—a deep contrast to the increasing pallor of his skin. Instantly his pistol was drawn from his belt and pointed in the elder's direction. "You're lying. Where is she?"
"I wish I were, lad." Jiraiya lifted his hands in placation. "You have no idea how much I wish I was."
Pein's hand shook where it gripped the wooden hilt of the pistol and he stumbled back from the group. Only Kisame's presence behind him kept him from sinking to the ground. Great shudders continued to wrack his body and his hand lifted to furrow through his windswept ginger hair.
"I told her…to wait." Pein shuddered, his gaze moving from Jiraiya to Kisame.
"I know, lad." Jiraiya's gruff voice bespoke his own grief at Konan's death. "But at least you have a daughter from this tragedy."
"Daughter? I would toss that thing into the deepest abyss of Hell if it would bring back Konan." Pein's eyes flashed wildly. "Get it out of my site."
"Pein!" Jiraiya shook his head at the statement. "You should be glad to have something of Konan."
"I want nothing to do with it." Pein ignored the reprimand and brushed past Asuma and his wife. His legs took him quickly up the nearby hill.
Kisame moved to follow only to be halted by Jiraiya's arm. "Leave him be."
Asuma looked down at the baby in his wife's arms. "Does she have a name, Kurenai?"
"Iris," murmured Kurenai. "Konan named her Iris because her eyes are the same shade as Pein's."
"What happened?" asked Kisame.
Kurenai shook her head. "It was a bad labor—long and hard. Iris was just too big. Konan lasted a day after her birth…long enough to name her and entrust her to me before passing."
Itachi approached silently. He'd watched the tragedy unfold and felt a similar ache spread through his chest. Pein's obvious grief resonated in him because he knew loss—not the loss of a lover, but that of parents and a brother. On some levels, he could relate.
"Shit," snarled Kisame. His hand lifted to whip the bandanna from around his brow and run fingers through his thick dark locks. "We nearly killed ourselves so he could get home to her and now she's a fuckin' corpse."
Asuma noticed Itachi's approach and nodded towards him. "What do we do about Itachi?"
Kisame glanced to Itachi. "Fuck. I think Pein was going to have him stay with him and Konan…but I sure as fuck wouldn't want him to be there after this shit."
"With the baby and our own son, I don't have much room…why not have him stay with you, Kisame…at least until Pein is more in his right mind?"
Kisame scowled visibly but nodded in agreement. He turned and focused his gaze to Itachi. "Let's see about getting your shit and getting it stowed at my place."
Itachi followed Kisame onto the ship and retrieved his meager belongings and satchel of gold given to him by his father. Pein's word had held true on the ship, and none of the crew attempted to steal from him. All that was important to him was kept on his person at all times. The few sets of trousers and shirts donated to him were tucked away in a satchel and carried from the ship.
"Will Pein…" Itachi frowned, searching for the appropriate word. "…heal?"
Kisame grunted faintly and shifted his satchel over his shoulder. "Don't know. We'll just have to give it time."
"Will he teach me still?"
Again Kisame grunted and shrugged. "You'll come out better asking Asuma or one of that lot to teach you."
Itachi understood the unspoken statement as if it was driven into him with a dagger. Kisame was telling him that he would not take up where Pein left off in instruction. He was subtly instructing him to keep his distance.
Silence widened the gap between the two as they approached a small, nondescript cottage near a sandy beach of the island. Little furniture decorated the house, only table with four chairs. A hallway led to three rooms.
Kisame pulled linens from a closet and tossed them into an empty room. "You can make a pallet there. The only bed I have is mine down the hall so you'll have to make do until we see where things are going. I'm going to go out. I'll be back later with some food for the larder."
Watching his departure, Itachi felt another twinge in his chest. He clenched his fist and tamped down the urge demand Kisame show him the same attention he had upon first arriving on the Crimson Cloud. Dark eyes followed the outline of Kisame's frame until it disappeared down the rutted road towards the flickering lights of the nearby village.

oOo

Itachi stared longingly into the ocean spreading out before him. He wanted nothing more than to take to the sea once more and locate his lost brother. Anything would be preferable to his current situation.
Pein being as he was did not help his endeavors. The captain was lost, doing little more than ranting about his home or spending long hours seated by his wife's grave. He was of little use to Itachi as he was.
And there was still too much to learn in the ways of fighting. While he approached and was trained by Shikamaru and Asuma, he knew learning from stronger fighters would be more beneficial in the end. They willingly introduced him basic fighting styles and Asuma was kind enough to instruct him in the care and use of a pistol. However, it was not long until Itachi surpassed their teachings and was ready for more advanced instruction. With Pein being too volatile to approach by any but Jiraiya and Kisame, that left only Kisame to teach him.
Living in the same house as Kisame had proven to be little different than their time on the ship. They rarely spoke, Kisame leaving every morning before dawn and returning long after Itachi retired to his small pallet on the floor of one of the mostly bare rooms. It was salt in his wound and he would have no more of it. If Pein could not teach him, Kisame would.
Itachi watched from the shadows as Kisame slammed another dagger directly into the center of a target. His muscles bunched with every movement. Sweat beaded on his skin and trickled down over each bulge until it reached the hem of his low riding trousers.
Just watching him brought back Deidara's cruelly spoken words as well as the knowledge that he wanted them to be true. The more time he spent in Kisame's company, the more he wanted to know of the things he had seen and heard. He wanted to know if the touch of a man could give such pleasure as Deidara insinuated. His body rebelled against his mind, time and again. It wanted Kisame.
"I know you're there."
"I know." Itachi stepped from the shade of the trees and into the dwindling light.
"What are you doing here?" Kisame took his discarded shirt from a nearby branch and began wiping away the sweat from his face and shoulders.
"I want you to teach me to fight."
"I told you before that you would do better to seek out Asuma." Kisame collected his daggers from the target and began replacing them in their leather sheaths. He was meticulous, inspecting each one before sliding it into place.
"They have taught me but I need to be better. They can not teach any more." Itachi noted the still empty slot on the leather belt housing the remainder of Kisame's weapons. He reached into his belt and extracted the dagger and brandished it for his companion to gaze upon. With a quick turn on his heel, he buried the weapon into the target several inches off the center but deep and still a very lethal blow.
Kisame gaped at the target before shaking his head and moving away. "I can't teach you. Pein would be a better instructor."
"Pein can not. This leaves you."
"No."
"Please. I need you." Itachi stepped forward and tilted his head so that their eyes met. He saw Kisame falter slightly. "Help me become strong."
Kisame's eyes dilated, the black circles nearly eclipsing the pale irises. His breath hitched for an instant before he spoke.
"Fine." Kisame moved away, quickly tossing his weapon belt across his shoulder. "We'll start tomorrow."
A small smile worked along Itachi's features. Satisfaction spread through him along with a sense of accomplishment. Perhaps this would correct the grown distance between them.
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