The art of sand

A/N: Just for Momma Cat ^^ More to come on the turn of events from this chapter over the weekend, so I leave you all with a taste of what is to come (it all fits in the plot which I'm seriously going to have to get going here) and I shall work on my next chapters at work. Its rather boring anyways (work that is ^^)


Chapter14

Itachi groaned has he tilted his head to see the ceiling. The tall, extremely pale man standing in front of his desk would not shut up. Kisame was in another one of those rants that really did not have an end. Why the annoying creature insisted on torturing him, Itachi would never know. Itachi cleared his throat loudly, hoping to stop the rambling spilling from that mouth. When it did not end, Itachi began once more plotting the other man’s death. The door opened. Right on time.

"Aniki."

Kisame stopped talking. His back had been to the door before he turned to the deep voice that was Sasuke’s. The younger man entered the office boldly. He walked past Kisame, ignoring the glare. Sasuke bent and whispered into Itachi’s ears. Itachi’s eyes brightened a little. He waved a hand in Kisame’s direction.

"Take Kisame out tonight, otouto. Show him a very good time."

Sasuke paled. He did not miss the hint. Kisame complained loudly.

"This wimp? I’m not going out with him!"

"I have business," Itachi said, rising smoothly from his chair.

"Come with me, Kisame-san. I’ll find you a drink. I believe you prefer one of my martinis, correct?" Sasuke put on a grin and touched Kisame’s arm.

Kisame was not sure when the boy had closed the distance between them. And he found himself being lead out of the office and down the long hall. It was true he enjoyed the boy’s martinis. Itachi had taught him mixology for the sole purpose of entertaining his friends. Kisame took a seat at the large bar while Sasuke snuck around behind it and began mixing the drink.

"Going out with me wouldn’t be so bad would it, Kisame-san?" Sasuke pouted.

Kisame raised an eyebrow. He did not realize Uchihas were capable of pouting. He laughed. It was cute. The martini slid into his sights. Kisame gulped it down greedily. Sasuke smirked. His mixed another one.

"Fine," Kisame consented after drinking the second one. "One more of those and go change. I’d rather you look sexy and not in just jeans."

Sasuke scowled. Thoughts of his blonde dobe danced through his head. A last martini and Sasuke left the man with the drink to change. Naruto was worth the torment.


******

Kisame preferred dance clubs over the Uchihas’ night clubs. Kisame liked to be sober when he got laid. Sasuke had donned his usual black for the "date" but leaned more for a punk look. His spikes held a little more gel than usual. Sasuke had pierced his tongue and nose as soon as he had hit eighteen. He opted for studs that showed the piercing well for the outing. Sasuke had been forced to show Kisame how well he moved his body at the club. And as Kisame was fumbling to open his apartment door hours after that night had officially started, Sasuke realized how much he had truly affected the much older man every time his moved his lithe body. Kisame crashed through the door, pulling Sasuke with him. Kisame slammed the smaller man into the door as he shut it. He crashed his lips down onto Sasuke’s. Sasuke closed his eyes. He ignored the sharp teeth behind the lips. He tried to envision Naruto. It so was not working. Sasuke kissed back because he knew what would happen if he did not. He allowed the begging tongue entrance. Kisame groped him hard. Sasuke shoved him backwards roughly.

"Jesus. At least get me to a bed before you rape me," Sasuke snapped.

Kisame growled low. Sasuke sighed and ran a hand through his bangs. He led the way to the man’s bedroom. Kisame followed on his heels. Sasuke heard the soft thump of clothing hitting the ground as they walked. Sasuke shook his head at the impatience before removing his own shirt and kicking off his shoes. Kisame moaned at the sight of Sasuke’s bare back. Sasuke flipped a light switch on and sat on the large bed. Kisame’s apartment was a decent size. The nice furnishings did not look out of place at all. Kisame was kicking out of his pants and pouncing on Sasuke. He smashed their lips together and started undoing Sasuke’s pants. Sasuke was lying naked moments later. When Kisame’s head started to descend, Sasuke pulled him up roughly by his hair.

"Don’t get near me with those teeth," he growled his warning.

"Just like Ita-san," Kisame frowned.

Sasuke resisted the urge to punch the man. Kisame ignored the rage and sat up straight. He removed his own boxers and went searching through his night stand drawers. He came out a few minutes later and tossed the tube to Sasuke. Sasuke laughed coldly.

"So, aniki wasn’t lying huh?"

"Hey."

Sasuke shook his head and laughed again. Kisame glared. He was still hard. Even though Sasuke was showing just how much of a prick he was. Sasuke applied the lube where needed and bent Kisame over roughly. Kisame shook with anticipation. He had had Itachi, but not the younger Uchiha. And he found Sasuke to be a little more equipped to handle Kisame’s rough preferences when the younger man rammed into him hard. Kisame almost lost it right there. Sasuke smirked. If he closed his eyes, or maybe just looked at the ceiling, it really was not that bad. If the bastard wanted to uke, he would not stand in the way. Sasuke ignored the cries and rammed into Kisame over and over again, each thrust just as rough as the last. Neither lasted long. But much to Sasuke’s dismay, the night was far from over.


******

Itachi moaned at the gentle treatment. His lover purred against his neck. His lover continued his kissing and caressing. Itachi’s pants were more and more constricting each second that passed. The silver hair brushed his chin. The dark mask was abandoned next to Itachi on the floor. He took immense pleasure in knowing that Hatake Kakashi only removed that mask for him. He ran his fingers through the silvery hair. He moaned again as hands pinched his nipples.

"Itachi-kun, you should try to stay quiet," Kakashi teased.

"Then you should have waited to get me upstairs," Itachi hissed.

Kakashi laughed richly. The other man was right. He was never so careless as to start downstairs. Not that it mattered, the Uchiha manor was completely empty that night. Kakashi attacked a nipple with his mouth. The loud groan that issued from Itachi’s lips was his reward. Kakashi released Itachi’s hair from its band with one hand, and rubbed the growing bulge in his pants with the other. Itachi bit one of his own fingers to keep himself quiet. He cursed himself for adding to the pleasure by mixing it with the pain. Blood filled Itachi’s mouth. He was biting too hard, but he refused to be loud. Kakashi took pity on his lover. He stood and picked Itachi up bridal style. Itachi frowned as he licked his wound.

"Stop treating me like a bloody woman," he hissed.

"It’s only fighting, Itachi-kun."

Itachi elbowed the man hard. Kakashi stumbled as the elbow connected with a rib. He groaned and pushed through the door. He fought through the pain, and carried Itachi up the winding staircase and was soon depositing his prize on a bed. He then descended on the lips waiting for him. Kakashi stroked Itachi’s cheek gently.

"We should really stop this," he mumbled into the kiss.

"Whenever you’ve had enough," Itachi whispered.

"Fuck me, Uchiha Itachi. I may never get enough."