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Seaswept
By : Daydreamer79
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Chapter List
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A clanging of weapons driven hard against each other reverberated across the pristine beach. As the sun began its descent in the west, colors of orange and purple were created over the horizon and ever darkening sky. A slight humid breeze sifted the leaves of nearby trees and grass, providing only a small reprieve to the heat created by the two facing each other on the sandy shore.
Itachi slumped to his knees in the sand. Sweat dripped from his bangs and fell into his eyes, blurring his vision. A hand lifted to swipe at the wet locks while staring at his opponent.
Kisame was giving him no quarter, coming at him again and again with his cutlass to such a degree that Itachi's shoulder and arm could barely be lifted from the ache caused by constant vibrations of slamming steel. Each reverberation of the metal sent pain up the limb nearly to the point of making him cry out from it. Only his strict grasp of willpower prevented outbursts.
Intense blue eyes stared where Itachi knelt, measuring him. The only sound created between the two was that of Itachi's ragged panting.
"Kisame," called Shikamaru from the shade of the trees.
Kisame shot Itachi a short glance before moving away and approaching his shipmate. "What?"
"That Hyuuga…he's still chained in the brig. What do you want to do with him since Pein is not in his right mind?"
Kisame growled under his breath and wiped the sweat from his brow with a cloth tucked into his belt. "How the fuck should I know?"
"You're second in command to Pein." Shikamaru's statement had the scowl on Kisame's face doubling in intensity.
"Turn him over to Jiraiya. That old bastard will figure something to do with him." Kisame turned his gaze back to where Itachi continued to kneel and pant in the sand. "I doubt Pein will give a fuck one way or the other at this point."
"Aye." Shikamaru followed Kisame's gaze. "You're running him into the ground."
"He asked to be trained. I'm only giving him what he wanted."
Shikamaru shifted his gaze to Kisame and whistled lightly through his teeth. "Asuma is going to be shit-faced pissed."
"What's that mean?"
A nonchalant shrug and Shikamaru turned on his heel, heading back inland. "Just a little wager."
Watching Shikamaru leave, Kisame grumbled and cast one final glance at Itachi before turning on his heel and sheathing his weapon in its scabbard. "We're done."
Itachi struggled to his feet, his arm screaming in agony at the abuse he willingly withstood. "I…am fine."
"You're dead on your feet." Kisame began walking a slow pace through the sand towards the nearby path leading inland. "There's no point in continuing today."
Itachi bit the inside of his jaw to prevent from arguing the point. He was nearly swaying from hours spent doing little more than blocking violent blows. His knees were scraped from sand due to the many times being forced to his knees under the assaults. His fingers were barely able to grip the hilt of his sword.
Instead of loosening, his grip tightened despite the throbbing ache. He was afraid to loosen his grip, least he be unable to recover the weapon when it fell to the sand.
The various pains in his arm and hand all blended together, becoming unperceivable from each other. He could not tell when one pain began and the other ended. His arm was nothing but a single ache from the tips of his fingers up to his shoulder and neck.
"Itachi?"
Itachi cocked his head and remained silent. Words eluded his exhausted mind. He wasn't sure he could muster the strength to withstand a verbal battle any more than he could do so with a physical one. He was barely able to keep himself on his feet as was and doubted he could make it back to the house.
Kisame's body swam before his gaze; his stomach clenched in his effort to not collapse to the ground before him and vomit up the meager meal of bread and cheese taken earlier in the day. His breath hissed between his teeth and his body swayed faintly amidst the sandy dunes of the beach.
"Give me your weapon." Kisame approached Itachi and lifted the limp arm, forcibly unwinding Itachi's fingers from the hilt and hissing under his breath at the abused skin riddled with burst and irritated blisters.
"You little fool." Kisame dropped Itachi's hand just in time for him to lose his battle to remain aloft and crash to his knees in the sand.
A deep rumbling sigh escaped Kisame's lips. He crouched and drew Itachi's limp frame over his shoulders so that Itachi's slender chest was pressed to his back. Arms unable to grip him were draped across his shoulders and an exhausted head slumped onto his shoulder.
Itachi wasn't sure how long the walk back to the house took. His mind drifted in and out of consciousness in its exhaustion. When he was settled on a down filled mattress, he was too exhausted to notice it was Kisame's bed. The faint scent of him rose from the rumpled sheets and sent Itachi into an even more relaxed state.
Surrounded by Kisame's scent, he gradually began to unwind and relished in a rare moment of weakness. It was as if he was enveloped in his the mixture of salt and spice that was Kisame. He drifted in a state of near sleep until hands tugged him into a sitting position once more. "What—"
"I've heated some water for a bath." Kisame began tugging Itachi's loose shirt from his pants and then over his head. His fingers paused to trace the scars created by the line wrapping around his forearm gently. "Foolish lad."
Kisame seemed to regain his composure and continued removing the remainder of clothes before lifting Itachi to settle in the deep tub filled with water heated from a massive kettle. The large iron sides of the tub were wide and deep, likely custom-made to fit Kisame's large frame and easily dwarfed Itachi.
Pain shot up his arm as his palm was submerged in the heated water and he could not stop the cry from escaping his lips. "Ah!"
"I know," grunted Kisame as he lifted Itachi's hand from the water and began to clean the open blisters with a lye soap coated cloth, causing Itachi to shift and attempt to pull away. "Be still."
Itachi visibly winced at the burn of the coarse soap and cloth. His body was too exhausted to do more than slump weakly in the water and allow Kisame to attend to the injury, small hisses being his only reaction to the attention. Fighting back the pain filled whimpers took all of his remaining strength.
Kisame put aside the cloth and used his unoccupied hand to ladle the cooling bathwater onto the hand to rinse it free of the soap. "You shouldn't have pushed yourself so hard today."
"I need…to push." Itachi allowed his eyes to flutter closed as pain in his hand diminished and the heat from the water began to loosen his tight and sore muscles.
"Why?"
"For Sasuke."
How could he explain to Kisame that everything he did was for his brother? He was his responsibility and in allowing him to be taken, he failed to honor his father's and mother's last wishes. Sasuke was all he had left and he had failed him.
"Do you love him that much?" asked Kisame quietly, sitting back on his haunches. "Is he worth that much pain?"
Itachi nodded slowly, his eyes sliding open to gaze thoughtfully at Kisame. It was the first opportunity he'd had to gaze unhindered at the other and planned to use the chance to the fullest extent despite his bone weary exhaustion.
Kisame was not attractive in the normal sense with the scars marring his cheek and the hard cut of his jaw. His nose was large and his lips full. His eyes, however, were his most amazing trait. They seemed to stare into Itachi's soul with a strange intensity, so pale a shade of blue that they seemed almost clear.
His strength and surety drew Itachi to him. Itachi suddenly wanted what he only fantasized about. That his body could barely move on its own without pain did not stop his mind from spilling forth unbidden thoughts laced with youthful desire.
Staring at Kisame, he became more aware of his nudity and Kisame's eyes darting over him. His youth and wayward direction of his thoughts caused a heat to rise in his loins. His body was awakened with that gaze as it drifted over the expanse of his chest and the barely visible flesh of his abdomen and hips.
Itachi could not recall ever feeling so self-conscious of his body. He was slender, composed of lean muscle and delicate bone structure. Even with his small size, each day he grew larger with age and added muscle. Since joining the crew, his weight increased noticeably but was nowhere near that of Kisame. He would always be small next to the other, even when he reached his full maturity.
Red tinted his cheeks, adding to the color already present from the heat of the bath. He could feel every inch of himself heat under Kisame's intense gaze. His nipples pebbled visibly and his body began to shudder as the heat in his loins moved beyond mild interest and into full arousal, causing his privates to thicken noticeable despite being partially hidden beneath the water.
Itachi's eyes dropped to where Kisame's hand clenched tightly on the edge of the tub. He watched the piercing eyes trail over his body. A sensation akin to a physical touch spread across his nerves, and a small, barely audible moan passed his lips before he could halt the sound. He began shuddering with enough force to cause the water to lap rhythmically against the metal sides of the tub.
Kisame was immediately on his feet, hiding the significant bulge in his tight trousers from Itachi's gaze as he presented him with his back. "Finish washing."
Itachi shuddered again, his arms wrapping around his up drawn knees and a small whimper escaped his throat as the undiminished erection was pressed against the wall of his abdomen. All his will to fight the urges of his young body were thrown to the wind in Kisame's close presence. His eyes traced Kisame's presented back as he went about stoking the fire and a renewed sense of need and longing washed through him.
Kisame acted as if he had no desire for him. What about his body was unattractive to Kisame? Was it his eyes, his hair, his lack of large muscles more commonly found in westerners? Deidara's words of Kisame's preference to buxom women found in ports flared back into his consciousness and further discouraged him. Shame at having responded so readily to Kisame's gaze spilled forth and caused his eyes to mist though no tears dared escaped.
As the shame built, his erection withered and he attempted to stand in the tub of water, wanting only to escape the room and Kisame's presence. As he stood, the slickness of the tub caused by water and soap caused his feet to slip from beneath him.
Kisame turned as Itachi stood and moved immediately to catch him upon slipping. His strong arms wrapped around the lithe body and tugged him close to his chest, unmindful of the wetness spreading across his loose cotton shirt. "Careful."
With warm arms wrapped around Itachi's waist and his groin pressed into the thick leather belt, Itachi could not stop the immediate return of heat to his loins. It was fast and almost painful as his body grew hard while pressed against Kisame's hip, leaving no doubt his hardened shaft was noticed.
"Release me." Itachi squirmed against Kisame, the action only making him even harder and causing small shocks of pleasure to shoot up his spine and cause his body to clench.
Kisame's gaze flitted from Itachi's face down to where his hips squirmed in an effort to escape. "Itachi?"
Itachi bit back a moan and attempted to shift his weight away from Kisame, but without clothing, nothing could hide the hard shaft making its presence ever known. Shame and embarrassment tinged with lust shot through him. He could feel Kisame's eyes once more bearing down on him and his body gave a small pulse as they focused on the erection rising proud from his loins.
A low growl rumbled from Kisame's chest, and he lowered a hand to settle on Itachi's hip, keeping him still while his fingers brushed dangerously close to the dark hair sprouting from the base of Itachi's erection. "Why do you keep doing this to me?"
Itachi's body clenched at the touch of Kisame's warm hand on the smooth flesh of his hip. He could feel the fingers gradually begin to unconsciously caress the dip of his hip, adding to the thick sense of arousal beginning to pulse through him with renewed vigor. Each stroke sent a tendril of lust into him until he could not stop the undulations of his hips against Kisame. The shame still tingeing his mind held nothing on the need Kisame induced into his bloodstream.
"I do not…understand."
Kisame's hand lifted from Itachi's hip, latched onto his jaw, and forced their eyes to meet. "And that's why I'm going out to Sasori's Tavern. You're too young to understand."
Itachi felt the hands holding him retract and Kisame stepped away, leaving him shivering with his feet still inside the tub. His eyes widened as Kisame tugged on the boots he previously discarded and began moving towards the door. No words came to mind as the door closed with faint snap, leaving Itachi alone.

oOo

Kisame slammed back another gulp of ale while observing the patrons frequenting the tavern. Sasori manned the bar, insuring his customers were kept happy and the ale flowing. His distinct wooden leg was hidden as he moved up and down the wooden bar.
The tavern wenches glided about the patrons, keeping them entertained with their low cut blouses and bawdy laughter. Most had made their way over to Kisame at one point. Each one sided up to him, rubbing their bosoms to his arm in an obvious offer of company. While none were hideous to look upon, not a single woman appealed to him, and he knew the reason.
"Kisame, another?" shouted Sasori over the loud and bawdy din of the tavern.
Kisame nodded his head and extended the mug to the tavern master. His body cried out in frustration for what he had left in his home. Itachi might be young, but he would have to be blind not to recognize a willing partner when he saw one. His memory provided a reminder of the sounds Itachi made while in the throes of sexual satisfaction.
"Damn it!" He snarled as Sasori placed a refilled mug of ale at his elbow.
"You seem in less than jovial spirits today."
Kisame growled, and began downing the bitter drink without responding. He needed something…anything, to forget the warm weight of Itachi pressed against him with his hard cock jabbing insistently into his hip. He nearly choked on the drink as his body hardened and contracted in response.
He tossed a coin on the wooden counter and moved towards one of the barmaids. Sooty black hair fell along her shoulders and her practically nonexistent bosom was displayed in the low cut design of her stained blouse. It was not lost on him that she was the only one of the women present who favored Itachi enough for his interest to be caught.
He didn't ask her permission but latched his hand onto her forearm and dragged her roughly up the stairs. She gave a small shout of surprise but followed willingly. The women working the tavern supplemented the pittance paid by Sasori with selling their bodies. She was willing, even if he disturbed her flirtations with another patron.
The rooms reserved for the service wenches were filled save for the last. Kisame pushed her inside and immediately shut the door sharply behind him while gazing on the woman. She was slender to the point of bony, reminding him of Itachi when he first arrived on the ship. He found himself disgusted by her lack of the muscle he had felt while cradling Itachi against his chest.
She was soft, even her muscles. Her hair was lank and possessed a monotone color while Itachi's hair was a silky midnight shade, highlighted with hidden streaks of brown visible only in the sun. While at first glance she might have favored Itachi enough for him to lose himself in her arms, now he was finding her presence and the stink of other men's essence on her stomach churning.
"What'll it be, love?"
Her voice was dry and crackly, making her sound older than her obvious years. It was a testament to the hard life she led amid the smoke of the tavern. Any residual desire he might have felt trickled away and he was left limp and unaffected. He doubted even forcing her to suck him as the whore in the last port would create the necessary orgasm. It always came back to Itachi. Even in the beginning when he seemed less a man and more a boy, it always came back to him.
Kisame fished a coin from his pocket and tossed it to the whore. "Get out."
"But—"
"Just get out," he snarled.
She started at the course growl and hurried past him to seek out another patron for the night. Her feet created small tapping sounds on the wooden floor as she exited and rushed down the stairs.
Kisame closed his eyes and leaned his brow against the coarse wooden door. His head thumped the wood several times while his mind played through his options. Any other whore, regardless of her appearance would be worthless to him and returning to Itachi for relief was out of the question. That left his only option being drinking himself into a stupor. It was a piss poor option but the only left to him.

oOo

Itachi jerked awake to hear a loud thump. The warm climate forced him to sleep in only his trousers. He didn't bother to pull on a shirt as he exited his room with a candle to illuminate his path. His steps ground to a halt upon seeing Kisame reclining on the floor while attempting to extract his foot from the leather encasing it.
"Kisame?"
Hazy blue eyes shifted and a sharky grin parted his full lips. "Help me…get thish boot off."
Itachi wrinkled his nose as he approached, smelling alcohol and smoke coating Kisame's body. He was sorely tempted to help him to his feet and then dump him in the long since cooled bath water still sitting in the tub. The weight of the tub had prevented him from emptying it until Kisame returned.
Approaching cautiously, he settled the candle on the floor and tugged at the boot. The leather was slick from the dew and his hands slipped, causing him to crash to the floor with a grunt. He frowned and seeing Kisame would be no help, straddled a thick thigh with his back to him and pushed at the leather.
The leather was finally tugged loose and as the boot thudded to the floor, large warm hands settled on his hips and tugged him so that he now straddled Kisame's upper thighs with his back pressed into a warm chest. A shock went through him as the hands began to stroke at his hips, playing along the boney ridges and against the shadowy creases disappearing into his trousers. He could not stop the gasp as the blunt ends of nails were dragged up his waist with just enough force to cause his body to shake.
"Kisame?" he whispered in a mixture of need and uncertainty.
This close, he could smell the liquor on Kisame's breath as it drifted over his cheek. The tobacco, alcohol, and cloying perfume of the tavern wenches nearly overwhelmed him. His first instinct was to struggle and push away. He did not want Kisame like this, with the scent of others saturating him.
One of the large hands tightened on his hip while the other smoothed up his bare chest. The sensation of those work roughed hands sliding along his skin caused his body to break out in chill bumps. He tried, but failed, to stop a shudder from rocking through him at the touch.
Even intoxicated, Kisame held quite a bit of his coordination. His hand held Itachi in place and his lips lowered to kiss and lick at the warm expanse of shoulder, causing Itachi's shuddering to intensify.
"Stop," whispered Itachi. He was caught in a predicament. This was his chance to experience what he only fantasized about while Kisame's reservations were lowered due to the imbibing of alcohol.
"I thought of you," growled Kisame as his body shifted and pulled Itachi beneath him, forcing himself between Itachi's thighs. "You tempt me."
Kisame ran his fingers down the concave space of Itachi's breastbone until he reached his navel and the beginning of hair leading into his pubic region. His fingers tangled in the coarse hair before moving to the buttons holding closed the material of Itachi's pants. "Pretty."
The shock and pleasure of that rough touch on his body kept Itachi immobile. Thought was washed away as the fingers of the one he longed for began to dip closer and closer to where he'd grown hard under the stimulation. He wanted this and yet, it terrified parts of him. He had seen the pleasure on Deidara's features as Baki fucked him and the fantasies of Kisame doing the same were partially to blame for Itachi's current state of mixed emotions. Lust and confusion clouded his mind, making his responses slow and befuddled.
Itachi's pants were tugged down his frame, and suddenly his body was laid bare before Kisame's piercing gaze. Even intoxicated, his eyes still held that determined and intense aura to them. It was as if he was seeing directly into Itachi's very being. He stroked his fingers across the narrow hips and down to play in the dark, coarse hair sprouted below his erect penis.
"Kisame?" Itachi saw a myriad of emotions play across the other's features. Uncertainty. Lust. Desperation. Fear. Possession.
Seeing such bared emotions caused a heightened response in Itachi for they mirrored his own. His body relaxed and his arms lifted to stroke over Kisame's face, paying attention to the scars on his cheek as well as the sun-hardened skin. He wanted this. He wanted Kisame to know he was willing.
Kisame went stiff at the first touch. He allowed the exploration but reality and sobriety were coming forth into his mind once more. "Itachi."
"Please…Kisame…I—" He had no words to express what he felt. The dawn might destroy anything created during the night, so Itachi would take what he could while Kisame's substantial defenses were lowered. "Please."
Kisame's eyes widened with both desire and resignation. "Just tonight."
Itachi closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Kisame's shoulders. It would be enough. Just tonight.
Warm hands lifted and stroked over Itachi from the crown of his head, over his face, and down his chest. The fingers were cautious and considerate. Every sound Itachi made, every gasp and moan, was the result of those talented hands.
"Kisame " he gasped out in a mixture of a prayer and a curse as large fingers began pinching and stroking his nipples. The callused finger tips stroked roughly over the tender flesh, leaving shudders in their wake.
Itachi writhed beneath Kisame. No thought could trespass in his mind but that of the pleasure of the moment. A hand wrapped around his cock and began to stroke it in a slow and far too pleasurable rhythm. To have another person…Kisame…stroking him pressed him far too quickly towards the edge of his meager control. He could feel each burst of pleasure spilling forth small beads from the slit found on the tip of his penis. Kisame's fingers smeared the liquid over the head and a shock worked through Itachi, his body going rigid and spilling forth into the cup of Kisame's hand.
Embarrassment worked through him as soon as his body completed its contractions and his mind returned to its senses. "I—"
Kisame moved away slightly and lifted one of Itachi's legs. He did not speak or explain; his fingers simply used the spilled essence to ease the way of his fingers into the warm crevice.
Itachi went stiff and grunted at the discomfort caused by the probing fingers. They were not gentle, yet they were not especially rough. He closed his eyes and endured the probing.
Minutes ticked by and the stroking and spreading of his ass began to ease and grow more pleasurable. He had never thought of his ass as a source of pleasure, yet as he began to twitch and squirm beneath Kisame, he found his mind altered.
Each outwards draw sent shock through him as the coarse fingers rubbed against the puckered flesh. He gasped and moaned, arching into the touches. Each movement of the fingers grew progressively deeper. More and more of his body was spread, causing the sensations to renew his previously deflated erection.
Kisame's gaze never left Itachi's face. His features pulled down into a mask of concentration, carefully sliding his fingers in and out. "How…does it feel?"
"Good," gasped Itachi. "It feels…good."
Kisame's eyes, sharp and intense, continued to stare at Itachi's face. "I'll stop…tell me to stop," he near pleaded.
Itachi shook his head and pressed his body closer. "Don't stop."
He did not care if Kisame would only want him under the influence of alcohol. He did not care if come morning he would once more have to fight for Kisame's attention. As long as he had this moment, he was satisfied. In this moment, he could forget Sasuke. He could forget his parents. In this moment, he simply lived for the pleasure their bodies gave each other.
There was a pause. Kisame appeared as if he might pull away…as if he might rethink his drink inspired actions.
Itachi pressed forward in a moment of fear. He needed this. He needed to forget and Kisame was the only man he wanted to help him in that matter.
His body arched and his hands slid into Kisame's coarse hair, tugging him down so their lips met. He had no experience with kissing, only having seen his mother offer gentle pecks to his father. All he could do was press their mouths to each other and pray he was doing so correctly.
The body above him went stiff for a moment before hands furrowed into his long black hair and forced his neck to arch almost painfully. "You kiss like a virgin," growled Kisame.
Lips suddenly met his again, this time with hard and determined drive. A hot, wet tongue pried apart Itachi's lips and forced its way into the warm cavern. The slick muscle darted over his teeth and deeper inside to stroke and tease Itachi's previously dormant tongue.
Breath escaped Itachi and he started before relaxing and applying his own tongue in quick mimicry. A battle of tongues began. The battle field varied and soon he was left breathless from the assault.
"Better," growled Kisame against his panting lips. "Much better, but I want more than a kiss."
He pulled Itachi's hand down to press against the hard bulge barely hidden beneath his trousers. "Touch me. If you want this—"
Itachi shuddered and stroked his hand along the flesh, feeling the heat beneath the fabric. His touch was light, barely more than a faint stroke along the bulge, but enough to cause Kisame to growl and shift his hips to allow Itachi a better feel.
His fingers shook with faint tremors, seeking to free Kisame from the prison of his pants. He wanted to see and touch. He needed to know the man pressed against him wanted this as much as him.
The material parted and a damp, angry red cockhead poked from the folds. It was thicker and longer than his own, but not monstrously so. Thick veins ran up the shaft, ending with broad, leaking head.
Itachi's hand trembled as he wrapped it loosely around the shaft near the base. His throat swallowed around the heavy lump forming and his hand began a slow upward pull. The flesh felt hot against the palm of his hand. He could feel the shaft grow thicker with each stroke, having a resounding effect on his own neglected length.
Kisame growled and pressed his face to Itachi's neck. His hands tugged Itachi's fingers from his organ and held them pressed to the floor. "Itachi," he breathed into the dewy flesh at the joining of Itachi's neck and shoulder.
Itachi shuddered at the needful sound. It sent a response directly to his loins, causing him to arch his hips in a plea. His fingers itched to pull free and begin stroking himself.
Kisame pulled back at Itachi's struggles and glanced down to the narrow space created between their bodies. He growled low in his throat and reached down to wrap his callused fingers around the length.
He gave the flesh only a single stroke before pulling Itachi into a sitting position and then flipping him to his stomach. Kisame spat on his hand several times. Fingers probed his ass again, with the added lubrication of saliva along with the residual semen he had spread inside earlier.
Itachi shifted and pressed back into the touch. The embarrassment and pain tinged touches held more pleasure. He could feel the rough stroking spreading him even wider with mixed sensations of pain hued with a hint of pleasure. Kisame's lips stroked the flesh of his shoulder in time with the movement of his fingers, effectively dispelling any thought to pain.
The body behind him shifted and then warm heat was pressed against his body, slowly spreading him wide as it pushed inside. The fit was tight and it hurt. The saliva and seed were poor lubrication, and his body screamed out for him to push away and escape. His breath panted in and out and his renewed erection withered under the assault tearing into him.
All the gentleness of the earlier ministrations was dispelled and Itachi felt as if he was being split open under the assault. Thrusts pressed forward before drawing back for yet more hard jolts. He fisted his fingers and bit his lip until the taste of blood coated his tongue. His breath gasped in and out, and unwittingly allowed a pain tinged cry to escape.
Kisame's movements froze and his hand released its painful grip on Itachi's hip. "Shit," he hissed and withdrew completely.
Itachi shuddered, remaining kneeling with his arms collapsing and supporting his weight on his forearms. A burning ache continued to pulse in his lower body despite the intruding shaft's removal. All he could do was focus on his breathing.
"Foolish." Kisame pulled Itachi to his knees, ignoring the cry of pain the sudden movement caused, and turned him to face him. "Why do you tempt me, boy?"
Heaving a sigh, Kisame tugged Itachi into his lap. His legs straddled Kisame's thighs and his eyes met the piercing blue and startlingly sober gaze. He could see the regret peering outward as well as the still remaining lust.
He shifted Itachi forward and wrapped a hand around the limp flesh lying against quivering thighs. The calluses created a friction that had Itachi's stomach muscles spasming and his loins heating once more. The pain was forgotten and all that remained was a mild and forgetful ache.
"Do you want to continue?" Kisame's hands stopped their ministrations and he simply held the warm flesh of Itachi's erection in his palm. "Or do you just want me to finish you?"
Itachi shifted slightly, longing for the stroking to continue. His cock slid slightly in the warm grip, and he moaned low in his throat. He wanted the promise of orgasm, but he also wanted to continue. "Continue."
Kisame nodded and shifted Itachi on his lap, this time settling him over the hard shaft rising up from the splayed folds of his trousers. "You lead."
Itachi shuddered at the probing cock once more insistently begging entrance. This time, Kisame sat motionless and allowed him control over their movements. The bare tip twitched and pressed but did not move inward until Itachi shifted faintly. His movement caused the tip to press inward every so subtly.
"Slow," growled Kisame.
White teeth latched onto his lower lip and Itachi began to descend on the erection. His body shuddered and pain once more burned through him. Each time the movement became too much, he halted his descent until he was fully seated. Each passing moment had his body spasming around the thick girth penetrating him. He thought his body was determined to reject Kisame when slowly it began to loosen its grip.
Even in the dim light of the single candle, Itachi could see the sweat beading on Kisame face, small rivulets trickling down his cheeks. His hands did nothing but grip sharply into his hips. "Alright?"
Itachi nodded slowly. The spearing pain was now nothing more than a slight burning ache, and using the strength in his legs, he shifted his body upward.
Matching moans escaped both lips. Itachi arched slightly following the stimulation to his body as Kisame's cock was nearly pulled from him. The ache was still there, but diminished greatly under the growing lust pooling in his groin.
Kisame's eyes were hooded, effectively hiding the crystalline hue. His breath panted slightly through his nose and his jaw clenched tightly. "Faster," he pleaded in a tone Itachi had never heard.
"I—" Itachi groaned and closed the lids to his eyes.
"Itachi…faster."
The sound of his name on Kisame's lips caused his body to be gripped in a small quake. He immediately lost strength in his legs and sunk down onto Kisame once more. The fit was tight but it no longer hurt past the slight burn.
Kisame's hands ghosted down Itachi's chest until they both settled firmly on the slender hips. He forced Itachi upward once more, only to fill him fully. The strength of his arms bore the full weight.
Itachi could feel the pulsing inside and it was sending him crashing to the brink. Each inward push forced small cries from him. His hands settled on Kisame's shoulders and rolled his hips at the small bursts of heat pooling in him.
He could feel Kisame's lips kiss his jaw, neck, and shoulder before teeth sunk into the flesh. Unlike earlier, this pain was welcomed. It elevated the act to a higher plane where pleasure and pain came hand in hand.
"Kisame!" he gasped. Each movement of his body caused his erection to trace lazily against Kisame's stomach. It was enough to send shivers up his spine but not enough to plunge him over the rising edge.
Kisame heard the plea in Itachi's voice and pushed him back so that he was splayed on the floor. His hips began a hard and fast rhythm. He growled under his breath and forced Itachi's legs up and to give him a better angle.
Itachi squirmed beneath Kisame until the body above him went still as he released a loud grunt, and the sensation of warmth rushed into him. The ache in his loins cried out for relief and he moaned low while shifting his hips.
The large body withdrew and immediately a palm surrounded his throbbing shaft. A few hard pumps were all that was required to send Itachi over the edge. He gave breathless whimper as a stream of thick semen spurted into Kisame's waiting hand.
How long they lay on the floor, Itachi did not know. Kisame's warmth wrapped around him warded off any cold. His eyes fluttered closed and sleep claimed him along with the first sense of peace he had experienced in ages.

oOo

Kisame's gaze shifted over the trickles of light illuminating Itachi's sun kissed skin. He still slept deeply in the bed and a renewed sense of shame washed though him. The haze of alcohol had destroyed his resistance. In a weak moment, he took Itachi and claimed him. If it was just the act of taking his body, he would have thought nothing of it, but his emotions were involved. That made things very complicated.
He had grown fond of Itachi, and such was a weakness on board a vessel constantly subjected to danger. Making Itachi his only served to further bind him in a way he had avoided his entire life. Now he was filled with doubt for he knew where it would lead, and that he would find himself in Pein's predicament.
Turning from the sleeping form, he moved from the small house and down the rutted road towards an attractive house lined with flowers of all shapes and colors. As of late, Kisame was one of the few brave enough to venture close for fear of Pein's madness. What the others did not realize, except perhaps Jiraiya, was that Pein's life was ruled by strict control. Konan was his one bit of normalcy. She grounded him and with her gone, he was left adrift like a ship without an anchor.
He moved around the house to the large garden—Konan's pride and joy. She loved flowers though in recent days, the garden showed hints of the lack of care since her death. It would be a shame to see the flowers die without her to care for them.
His eyes scanned the area, finding Pein where he expected him, seated on a stone bench arranged near a particularly rare bed of flowers. On their last return to Tsunade's island, Pein had presented Konan with the seeds and the way her eyes lit up had stunned all those witnessing the exchange. One would think she had been given jewels.
Pein's shadowed eyes drifted towards where Kisame stood quietly. "What is it?"
"Itachi's ready for training."
Pein shrugged and allowed his eyes to drift skyward. "Then train him."
"I am, but it would be better if you took over."
Dull lavender eyes drifted closed. "You can train him just as well as I. You know my style and can tailor it to him."
"I'm not the captain."
"Ah…evasive today, I see." Pein laughed though now humor was to be found in the sound. "Does that mean you have ignored my advice and taken him? I knew you would not hold out for long. You rarely show so much interest in bed partners."
Kisame bristled noticeably. "Who I fuck is not your concern."
"No…I suppose not. Though I would advise against allowing him into your heart. He has quite the potential to be a cold bastard." Pein plucked a flower from the small floral bed and lifted it to his nose. "It's better without attachments."
"Is that so? Then you should be glad for Konan's death."
Instantly, Pein was on his feet and plowing a fist into Kisame's jaw. He grunted under the assault but remained standing after a slight stumble backwards. "Never speak of her like that. At least, you can keep that boy close. At least, you can watch over him."
"Who said I want to keep him close?" asked Kisame after spitting blood tinged spittle to the ground.
"I knew it even before we reached port…you're simply fooling yourself if you state otherwise."
Kisame stared slightly at Pein, watching his captain rub the knuckles of his hand ruefully. "Was it worth it? Loving her…was it worth it?"
"Why do you ask? Are you in love with the boy who stowed away on our ship with his brother?"
"No," stated Kisame truthfully. But I could one day be.
Love was a hard emotion for men like them to express or even feel. A life of hard labor and dubious rewards was not the most indicative for expression. They were not poets or nobles. They lived and died by the will of the sea. But if he were capable of such emotions…if he were a different person, he could see himself falling in love with Itachi.
Pein chuckled and moved towards the house. "Don't waste your time worrying about the worthiness of emotions."
"Kisame." He paused just before the door. "Send the lad here tomorrow. I'll train him."
With those words, Pein disappeared inside and left Kisame alone in the sad garden. All the members of the crew, including Asuma and Shikamaru had led hard lives. The only reprieve they received was when they stepped foot on the solid ground of this island. Possession was all they knew. My gold. My woman. Mine.
He had already begun to see Itachi as his, even before the previous night.
Entering his home, he heard the splashing of water and walked into Itachi's bedroom to find the boy cleaning himself in icy water from the pump. His naked skin in the light of day gleamed sun-kissed. He could feel himself growing hard at the naked sight displayed before him. The bruises on his shoulders and hips only served to inflame him even more. They were signs of possession.
Itachi's gaze darted to his face. He could see the uncertainty playing across slender features.
Kisame moved with the speed of a fighter. His hands pulled Itachi against his chest and breathed in the scent of remaining musk still clinging to his body. Possession. His Itachi. He belonged to him alone.
"Kisame?"
"Pein will start training you tomorrow."
Itachi looked visibly taken aback. "I see."
"You may be his heir, but you belong to me now." He felt the shock run the length of Itachi's body.
"Yours?"
"Mine. Only mine," growled Kisame. His hand fisted in Itachi's hair as he lowered his head once more to breath in the scent. Only his.
End of Part One!
AN: This is the end of Part one. If incest squeeks you, you can stop reading at this point. Part Two Takes place 10 years later.
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