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Criminal	By : laurenloogie Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-massacre
- 2-ruthless
- 3-tsukiyomi
- 4-obvious
- 5-barracks
- 6-bind
- 7-luck
- 8-heat
- 9-break
- 10-grief
- 11-thin
- 12-creep
- 13-switch
- 14-rant
- 15-battles
- 16-capture
- 17-undisclosed
- 18-drugs
- 19-snake
- 20-infiltration
- 21-color
- 22-escape
- 23-used
- 24-possession
- 25-cold
- 26-trap
- 7
- 8
- 9
Warning - I don't want to spoil the plot here, but be warned that there's some very fucked-up, non-consentual shit in here... and the shit happens to Kisame. So if that grosses you out, which I'm sure it might, don't read this.

"Damnit, Itachi... what are you doing?!" Kisame panted. He had finally managed to pull away from his partner's lips, but it had been difficult. Itachi was an incredibly good kisser, surprisingly aggressive, and Kisame had found himself submitting to it for a while before conjuring up the willpower to resist. He pried the Uchiha's hands off his body, trying not to be rough in his haste, and hit his head on the cave's low ceiling as he stumbled to his feet. The cramped space brought on a pang of claustrophobia - everything, including Itachi, was just too close.
Itachi sighed and struggled to a sitting position, his fever-red eyes half-lidded. "Calm down," he murmured, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Don't act so traumatized."
"Seriously?" Kisame snapped. "Everything about this situation is fuckin' traumatic! How did you expect me to react?" He tried to back up but was met with yet another bump on the head. Breathing raggedly, he sank to a crouch and fought back another wave of claustrophobia - the urge to bolt toward the cave's exit was nearly overwhelming.
"I don't know," Itachi sighed, shyly drawing his knees up to his chest in what Kisame supposed was an effort to look less intimidating. He diverted his eyes demurely, his long lashes looking bizarrely exaggerated in the murky darkness. "Don't think that this isn't traumatizing for me as well," he meekly added.
"Oh, right," Kisame sneered. "I'm sure it's just terrifying to learn that you're an oversensitive piece of shit! You never mentioned that you were gay, you asshole!"
"I thought it was obvious," Itachi replied defensively. "All those bars you used to go to and I never hit on a single woman..."
"Or man, for that matter," Kisame spat. His head hurt from the cave ceiling and his guts felt like they were twisted into an impossible, irreversible knot. "I just assumed you were celebate," he growled. "Or too stuck up to fuck anyone who drank booze."
Itachi's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Well, I just assumed that you were a womanizing homaphobe!" he retorted. "Your whole existance seemed to revolve around sticking your dick into anything with a pair of tits!"
Kisame sighed with exasperation and rubbed his aching head. "Okay, fine... you're right about the last part," he growled. "What I don't understand is why that bothers you so much!" He glanced over at Samehada - the weapon had relaxed it spines and no longer seemed to give a shit about the spat. Apparently, gay squabbles weren't on its list of immediate threats. "My uncanny ability to get laid never interfered with our missions," he bitterly added. "And there was never any need for you to hang out in the shadows like a pissed off wife while all this happened!"
Itachi's demure attitude was beginning to slip - Kisame could see that hint of near-insane rage fickering just beneath his doll-like expression. "There was a need," the Uchiha hissed, tensed up to the point where he looked more like a coiled snake than a passive non-threat hugging his knees. "I... I killed my last lover! And when I met you... I thought that..." He flinched, or maybe it was a shudder... Kisame couldn't tell in the darkness. "I thought that maybe we could..." His voice trailed off.
A few minutes passed in complete silence, save the sound of the wind howling fitfully outside the cave. The cold was setting in deeper as the night progressed, sinking into Kisame's flesh even with the protection of his cloak and the cave's shelter. What did you think, Itachi? he brooded, watching his breath consolidate as he exhaled. Did you think we could be both lovers *and* partners in the Akatsuki? He blinked and flexed his cold-stiff hands. That's just... insane. He closed his eyes, wishing he could erase the events of the past few hours from his memory. His life was shitty enough as it was - the last thing he needed was a crazy, love-sick Uchiha to worry about. What the hell did Itachi expect from him? He felt horrible - spread too thin and somewhat devastated.
"Kisame..." The swordsman's eyes snapped open to find Itachi right in front of him - startled, he stumbled backward onto his ass, clumsily bumping into the cave wall. He cursed loudly, his voice reverberating through the small space, and it took him a second to realize that something light had settled on his thigh... it was the younger man's hand.
"Get away from me," he growled menacingly. "This," he glared accusingly at Itachi's hand, "isn't going to work." Through narrowed eyes, he dared a quick glance at the Uchiha's face - the younger man's jaw was working as if he was trying to think of something convincing to say.
"I've wanted you ever since we became partners," Itachi finally said. His fingertips were lightly running over Kisame's thigh, a hint of impatience and hunger in their quick movements. "It's been... agonizing. Please, just let me-"
"Back the fuck off," Kisame snapped. He batted Itachi's hand away and pressed himself tighter against the cave wall. His breathing was becoming quick and shallow and his heart pounded frantically in his chest - he glanced wildly over to the cave exit, wondering if Itachi would try to stop him if he bolted. Unfortunately, the possibility of black flames erupting on his back seemed fairly likely - he had seen that flash of violent rage in the Uchiha's eyes.
Itachi sighed quietly and looked off to the side as if deep in thought. His hand flexed but didn't reach out for Kisame's leg again - apparently he was finally catching on to the fact the the swordsman wasn't about to warm up to him. "Okay... I'm sorry," he finally murmured. The sentence sounded calculated and somewhat forced. "It's just been a long time since I was with anyone." He sat back a little, giving Kisame some space.
"Sell it somewhere else," the swordsman growled, his eyes lowered. "You know that you could have anyone you want."
"Except you, apparently," Itachi softly replied. "For crying out loud... you won't even look me in the eye. Am I that frightening?"
Kisame shivered, glaring intently at the cave floor - there was no way in hell he was going to look anywhere near Itachi's eyes at this point. Frightening is an understatement... I'm terrified of you, he thought blackly. "Please just leave me alone," he muttered, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt. "I don't want to talk about this anymore."
"Fine," Itachi murmured... and then he was silent. But instead of retreating, he remained seated in front of Kisame, his stone-still posture suggesting that he was deep in thought again, reworking his scheme. The swordsman sighed and shifted uncomfortably, wondering miserably what was going to happen next. His mind was racing for some kind of solution but there didn't seem to be any - he was painfully aware of the fact that he was no match for Itachi, especially without his sword. He glanced over at Samehada again - the weapon looked like it was snoozing, blissfully unaware of his plight. In conclusion, there wasn't much he could do but sit around and blindly hope that Itachi would decide to leave him alone.
After about a minute of awkward, agonizing silence, the Uchiha shivered and briskly rubbed his hands together. "I'm freezing," he confessed. "Can't even feel my hands."
"Yeah," Kisame sighed, glancing absently at Itachi's pale hands. "We're definitely not dressed for this weather..." Then there was a flicker, a quick motion of the Uchiha's fingers, so discreet it was barely noticeable. Kisame bristled, confused. "Was that a fucking handsign?" he growled. Itachi merely shrugged, a telltale smirk curving his lips. "What the hell, Itachi?" the swordsman spat, too baffled to know how to react. He wasn't sure if what he'd seen had actually happened... but if his intuition was correct, some sort of terrifying jutsu was about to rip him to shreds. So why wasn't anything happening?
And then he felt it. It began as an uncomfortable surge of pinpricks, tingling through his limbs as if they had fallen asleep. He tried to flex his hands and the small movement gave him a jolt of pain. "What the fuck did you do to me?" he hissed - the words came out slurred, as if he'd been punched in the mouth. The sensation steadily increased, changing from a tingle to an itch, from an itch to a burn.
"It's just a genjutsu," Itachi stated, watching the swordsman with poorly restrained excitement. Met with Kisame's incredulous, panicked glare, he added, "I've been trying to learn how to inflict my sharingan just by using handsigns. I wasn't sure if I had it down... but it seems to be working quite well."
"Holy shit, you are such an asshole!" Kisame heaved through clenched teeth. What started as a mere prickle had intensified into a painful, searing heat, burning his skin and his joints like the worst fever imaginable. The freezing-cold cave now felt like the inside of an oven and his cloak was practically incinerating him - as much as he'd been hating the chill, this was certainly not an ideal alternative. It was just a few degrees below pure agony. He tried lunging to his feet but the resulting pain was crippling... he only succeeded in banging his head yet again against the cave's jagged wall. The failed effort left him cursing feebly, nearly blind with rage. Even manipulating his chakra hurt - when he tried to disrupt it to counteract the jutsu, it gave his nervous system a jolt like an electric shock.
"As you can probably tell, this is a paralysis genjutsu," Itachi said smugly. "The illusion is purely physical. Out of all the senses, touch is the most difficult to manipulate - it's hard to make it realistic. You should be feeling something akin to heat... is it working?"
The verbal abuse Kisame wanted to spout could have constituted a speech but all he could manage was a slurred "fuck you" and a snarl. Something wet trickled down the side of his face - he wondered if that last bump on the head had made him bleed.
"Wow, it is working," Itachi marveled. "You're actually perspiring... I've never seen that happen before. Either my abilities are improving or you're incredibly susceptible to genjutsu." He reached out and ran his fingers through the swordsman's damp hair, his caress a bit too hungry to be gentle. "It's probably the latter," he said softly. "Brick-headed jocks like you have such weak mental defenses." His fingers sank lower, running over the contours of Kisame's jawline then lightly across his lips. When the swordsman threateningly snapped his teeth, Itachi merely grinned with amusement.
Brick-headed jock, Kisame raged. That's ridiculous... I'll bite his fucking fingers off then stick them up his conceited ass! A sickening wave of pain shocked him out of his thoughts - it was mostly in his jaw this time, searing the muscles until they felt like they were burning to cinders. He cried out and tried to clamp his mouth shut but found that even a twitch amplified the pain. The sensation was exquisite - he'd undergone plenty of torture in his life and even the worst pain he could remember was nothing compared to this.
"The more you try to resist, the worse it's going to hurt," Itachi explained, as if talking to a child. "I thought that part was obvious but I guess you're too stupid to understand." He ran his fingers over Kisame's lips again, daring this time to slip them briefly into his mouth. The swordsman instinctivly tried to bite down again but the pain left him panting helplessly, his eyes watering. Itachi laughed lightly then bit his lip with anticipation as he probed Kisame's mouth more boldly, running a finger over his jagged teeth before roughly pushing in further. When they reached his throat he felt the reflex to gag but found he couldn't - the tensing of any of his muscles had become nearly impossible. All he could do was glare furiously at his partner as his mouth was callously explored - the intrusion made him feel wretched and subhuman.
"I've always loved your mouth," Itachi said, his face slightly flushed as he finger-fucked Kisame's throat. "It's strangely erotic that you're blue on the outside yet so pink on the inside. And so soft behind all those sharp teeth." He moved in closer, straddling the swordsman's lap. "I bet you give amazing head," he sighed. When he retracted his fingers, he ran his thumb hungrily over Kisame's lips before covering them with his mouth.
Kisame groaned feverishly, burning-hot and furious, as Itachi languidly kissed him, teasing his lips before slipping in his tongue. Another trickle of sweat burned a path down the side of his face, feeling as though it might evaporate against his searing skin. However, common sense reminded him that it was just an illusion - in reality, his body was probably expending what little reserve of heat it had in its confusion. This genjutsu is dangerous, he told himself. Can't Itachi see that? Apparently, his partner's years of bizarre, pent-up sexual frustration had culminated into a sadistic need that surmounted empathy. As Itachi agressively tongue-fucked his mouth, Kisame was hit with a devastating regret that he hadn't been more receptive to the Uchiha's feelings. He should have been able to pick up on something this intense from a mile away - unfortunately, he hadn't even seen it coming until it was too late. This is almost like the Tsukiyomi he hit me with all those years ago... a misused, pissed-off genjutsu, he lamented. I guess history's just doomed to repeat itself. The realization was heart-breaking.
Itachi finally broke the kiss, breathing quickly. "You feel so good," he gasped. "No wonder Deidara's so enamoured with you." His eyes briefly flashed with an insane, jealous rage as he began to unbutton Kisame's coat, nearly ripping the snaps in his haste. The swordsman gasped and shuddered, his skin prickling, as Itachi wrestled with the cloak, shoving it impatiently down his useless arms. I'm going to freeze, he thought.
"That must feel better," the Uchiha murmured, his gaze roving over Kisame's bare chest. "You look like you're burning up."
He's lost his mind, Kisame thought bitterly, wishing he could still use his voice. He winced involuntarily as Itachi's hands ran over his skin, ravenously exploring the contours of his chest and stomach before sinking lower to the waistline of his pants. The contact left a path of stinging prickles in its wake as if he'd been rubbed with nettles and he gasped breathlessly when he felt the younger man's fingers grasp his cock through his pants. Every sensation just seemed to be varying degrees of pain.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted this," Itachi breathed, running his fingers over the swordsman's shaft. The feeling was bizarre and vague, like someone had injected his dick with a trivial amount of novocaine. At least it didn't hurt as terribly as everything else had - not yet, at least. He shuddered when he thought of what had become of his dick in their last heated encounter. But crazy as Itachi was acting, Kisame didn't think he'd go so far as to actually cut it off. He pushed the thought out of his mind before it developed any further.
His mind snapped back to attention when Itachi leaned in and kissed him again, crushing their mouths together as he avidly plunged in his tongue. The hand on his cock started moving up and down with a steady rhythm, sending confused signals of mingled pleasure and pain through his senses. He groaned, the sound muffled against the Uchiha's lips, and when Itachi broke the kiss it left him gasping raggedly, more beads of sweat scalding his skin. His eyes burned and blurred - it took him a second to realize that they were leaking tears. They were watering uncontrollably from the pain... a most humiliating reaction.
Itachi blinked, his eyes half-lidded and feverishly bright. "Looks like you're crying," he murmured, then stroked Kisame's cheek with his thumb. "I've never seen tears on your face before," he sighed. "It's pretty." He kissed the swordsman's cheek in the wake of his thumb then worked his way down, planting a series of possessive bites and kisses along his jawline and neck. The hand on his cock was moving faster now, bobbing up and down the shaft through the fabric of his pants, and Kisame could feel something hard throbbing against his thigh - it was Itachi's erection. He tried to curse but all that came out was a pathetic, desperate growl.
"You're making this jutsu more painful than it has to be," Itachi stated softly, "Although I must confess it's quite erotic to watch you cry." His lips had found their way over to Kisame's bare shoulder - the swordsman growled again and squirmed feebly when his partner's tongue ran over the gill marks. The marks were highly sensitive - Kisame was convinced that somehere in his lineage a shark had somehow fucked a human because contact with the slender ridges left him gasping and dizzy for no tangible reason. With the amplification of the genjutsu, the feel of Itachi's tongue was unbearably intense - it felt like someone was branding his flesh with a hot iron. He had told Itachi in the past that the marks were weirdly sensitive, a confession he was now wishing dearly he had kept to himself. It was agonizing, far too painful to be erotic. When Itachi finally stopped his ministrations, the swordsman was lightheaded and nauseous.
A snort of laughter escaped Itachi's lips, fogging in the frigid air. "You're so pale," he mused. "I didn't even know your skin could get pale. It's that one color... what's it called... periwinkle blue."
Periwinkle blue?! Kisame seethed deleriously. Fuck you, Itachi. His thoughts dispersed when the younger man sank lower, trailing his tongue down his chest and stomach before pausing at the waist of his pants. Itachi's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he roughly yanked down the swordsman's pants a little, exposing his cock. Kisame growled, embarrased - he was half-hard, to his partner's obvious delight. The Uchiha laid himself down, pinning the swordsman's legs beneath him, and tentatively grabbed the base of the shaft. He murmured something - a curse, maybe, Kisame couldn't tell - then slowly took the head in his mouth, as if savoring it.
A wave of mixed pleasure and pain prickled through Kisame's senses, making him gasp and shiver. The sensation of Itachi's mouth on his cock was so distorted by the genjutsu that it felt nothing like any oral sex in his experience. The tingling pain was the biggest difference, likening it more to getting fucked than getting head - it was bizarrely intrusive, bordering on unbearable. As his partner's lips slid up and down his shaft, he couldn't even tell if the younger man was any good at it... all he felt was pleasure, pain, and heat. Itachi's free hand had disappeared under his cloak - Kisame could only assume that the Uchiha had begun to jerk himself off.
I can't believe this shit, the swordsman thought frantically, his face on fire. Guilt and humiliation sank like a stone in his gut as he helplessly watched his cock growing harder in Itachi's mouth. He thought briefly of Deidara but quickly forced the image from his mind - the feeling of betrayal was too intense to bear. For the first time in years something actually made me happy, he lamented. Why is Itachi taking that away from me? He hadn't done anything to deserve this - to say it was unfair would be a vast oversimplification.
Another growl escaped his lips and his muscles tensed painfully - he reluctantly returned his attention to Itachi, who had managed to cram the entire length down his throat. The younger man was blushing and his eyes were tearing up... in a different situation, it would have been hot. As it was, the blush only looked lewd on Itachi's cheeks - evidence that he was deriving pleasure from his partner's pain. And the pain was becoming more intense, magnifying along with the pleasure into a dizzying concoction that made Kisame's mind reel. These sensations were far more intense than anything he'd ever felt before, nightmarish and nauseating. As Itachi began to bob his head up and down, letting the swordsman's length penetrate his throat with each thrust, it felt like hot coals were incinerating his guts. With some effort, Kisame managed to translate the horrible burning to the oncome of an orgasm. He winced, his muscles spasming, as the sensation increased beyond his control until it was unbearable, worse than anything he could ever imagine. When he finally came, his vision tunneled and he couldn't breathe - it was absolutely insane, equivalent to someone screaming bloody murder inside his head.
Itachi had most likely never done this to anyone before - the younger man couldn't possibly know he was inflicting such torture, could he? It would be a lot more obvious if Kisame was able to scream. Unfortunately, the Uchiha gave no signs that he was aware - or gave a shit, for that matter - that the swordsman was half-mad with agony. He looked feverish and pleased with himself as he swallowed Kisame's seed then slowly took the length out of his mouth.
"I didn't think you'd cum so quickly," he stated, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "This must be turning you on. Maybe you have a masochistic side?"
Shut the fuck up, Itachi, the swordsman raged. What part of non-consentual don't you understand? Perhaps the core concept?! If only he could speak!
Itachi rose to his feet, a cold expression on his face, then leaned over and aggressively kissed the swordsman, making him taste his own seed. Kisame growled furiously and rolled his eyes when the younger man pulled away, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.
"If you're masochistic, perhaps you'll enjoy this," Itachi said. "But... I have a feeling you're actually going to hate it." He grinned a little as he stuck a hand down his pants and pulled out his hard cock.
You've got to kidding me! Kisame thought hysterically. His eyes watered profusely as he tried to struggle again, his muscles burning with the effort. Itachi merely laughed at the swordsman's reaction, beaming with delight, then grabbed Kisame by the hair.
"It's amazing what an idiot you are," he sneered, roughly pushing Kisame's head back so that it slammed against the cave wall. "You're only hurting yourself by struggling but you just keep doing it... like someone with no short-term memory. It's one of the stupidest things I've ever witnessed!" He gave Kisame's head a few more rough slams against the wall before releasing his hair; when he pulled his hand away, there was blood on his fingertips. Grinning, he stuck his thumb in the side of swordsman's mouth, jamming it back between his molars to open up his jaw some more - it made Kisame feel like a fish caught on a hook. The expression on the Uchiha's face was too demonic for words as he guided his cock to Kisame's mouth, rubbing the tip over his lips. "If I feel you so much as twitch in an effort to bite me, I'll put this up your ass instead," he stated bluntly. "And I'm sure you don't want that..." There was a slight pause before Itachi pushed his cock past the swordsman's lips - a justified hesitation - but it vanished as soon as the tip was inside, replaced with a blind hunger. Kisame shuddered with revulsion and clamped his eyes shut. The back of his head grated painfully aginst the wall as his partner avidly fucked his face, shoving in his cock as far as it would go with each thrust. The Uchiha's dick was only average in size - a fact that Kisame supposed he should be thankful for - but it still reached far enough down his throat to hurt. However, the humiliaton was far more painful than the physical aspect... he felt inconsolably wretched.
Itachi's motions were becoming more frenzied and he was saying something under his breath - 'fucking whore' were the only words Kisame caught. The fact that the Uchiha was trying to talk dirty to him was bizarrely funny... if he wasn't so upset he might have actually laughed. As it was, he felt closer to crying than laughing. He was so distraught, he didn't even notice right away that the genjutsu was beginning to slip - the signature burning sensation that had been wrecking his senses was becoming slightly weaker, waning to an uncomfortable yet bearable itch. Cautiously, he flexed his hand a little, knowing Itachi wouldn't notice from his vantage point. There was still pain with the movement, enough so that any considerable feat was still out of the question, but something small was definitely feasible. Like biting down, for instance.
Itachi fucked his throat faster and harder, too distacted with pleasure to realize his genjutsu was no longer in full effect. It wouldn't be worth doing if I half-assed it, Kisame deduced. I'd have to actually maim his cock... or bite it clean off. A gruesome mental image of Itachi's cock hanging by a thread flashed through his mind. The bastard deserves it, he told himself. He opened his eyes and glared up at his partner's face, his mind racing. The fact that Itachi would try to kill him as a result seemed insignificant - he had a feeling the Uchiha wasn't going to let him live anyway. Infact, biting off his partner's dick would no doubt end the genjutsu and greatly increase his chance of survival. He couldn't imagine someone being able to fight after suffering such a fucked-up injury. He spent the next few seconds analyzing - calculating the pros and cons of the scenario, the possible outcomes. Within mere moments the solution was crystal clear. If I bite it off, I might live. If I don't, he'll probably kill me when he's done. That was all there was to it. Itachi certainly knew that what he was doing was unforgiveable, so there wasn't much of a chance that he'd leave Kisame alive and bloodthirsty for revenge.
The answer was obvious. One quick motion of his jaw and it would be over. But as the solution ran urgently through his mind, he found that he couldn't do it. 'Couldn't' wasn't actually the right word - he was physically capable of snapping shut his jaw with enough force to dismember his partner's dick. The fact was, he wouldn't do it. He had maimed and disfigured countless people in his lifetime... but never like this, for crying out loud. And never Itachi. The furious punches he'd thrown earlier in the night had been the first injuries he'd ever inflicted on his partner.
The opportunity was already passing - he could tell by the expression on his partner's face and the movement of his hips that he was close to orgasm. The swordsman blinked and tears fell out of his eyes... he wasn't sure whether they were from the physical pain or if he was actually crying. It could easily have been from the latter. He was painfully aware that he posessed a misplaced sense of right and wrong - when he had killed his comrades in Kirigakure, it had been 'right' because it was for the benefit of the village, and when he completed a particulary fucked-up mission for the Akatsuki, it was 'right' because it was contributing to a cause he believed in. Now, his stupid morals were preventing him from saving his own life - he just couldn't maim Itachi in such a way, regardless of whether or not the Uchiha deserved it. The decision was brutally final.
Itachi came moments later with a few crushing jerks of his hips, spilling his seed down the swordsman's throat. Breathing heavily, he slumped a little and kept his cock deep inside until it started to go limp. When he finally pulled it out, he shivered and cursed softly, leaning against the cave wall for support. Kisame gasped for air and swallowed weakly - Itachi's cum was burning his raw throat. The younger man's thumb lazily explored his mouth, slipping over his tongue.
Oh shit, his thumb, Kisame realized. I can live with biting *that* off. Before his thoughts could allow him to hesitate, he took a quick breath and bit down, snapping shut his jaw with as much force as he could muster. The few seconds that ensued were just loud - there was a tearing sound and then a brittle snap as his teeth tore through the flesh and broke the bone, immediately followed by a lot of screaming. Itachi, shocked out of his post-orgasm buzz, was shouting a stream of curses and blindly trying to jerk back his hand, only succeeding in tearing his flesh further. Kisame growled, blood filling up his mouth and dripping down his chin. Just a little more pressure and it'd come completely off-
Itachi's foot connected with his stomach, making him gasp through his clenched teeth. The injury he was inflicting apparently hadn't been enough to break the genjutsu, because he'd seen it coming and hadn't been able to tense his muscles to prepare. Biting the fucker's dick off would have done it, he told himself bitterly. The blow hurt like hell, and when the Uchiha kicked him a few more times he finally released his jaw and crumpled to the ground, gasping for air.
"You fucking psycho!" Itachi grated, reeling back and clutching his mangled thumb. He kicked the swordsman again, in the face this time. Stars slid over Kisame's line of sight and his vision tunneled as his consciousness threatened to slip - he barely even registered the pain as his partner continued, cursing and kicking him furiously like someone might beat a dog. When the blows abruptly stopped, he was so fucked up he couldn't even comprehend what was going on. He had to blink a few times, forcing himself to stay awake, before he realized that Samehada had crept up and bitten Itachi on the leg.
Oh great, he thought. Now it decides to help me. On dry land, Samehada wasn't much of a threat with no one to wield it. All it was capable of was raising its spines in defense and biting - and while it could mangle a fish pretty easily, it just didn't have the right musculature to snap a human bone. It was designed to shred flesh and drain chakra, not to bite. Kisame was disappointed yet not at all surprised when Itachi shook it loose and kicked it across the cave. It hit the far wall with a thud and a loud screech. The swordsman sighed raggedly, his pummeled ribs aching - thanks to Samehada, his looming demise had been postponed for about ten measily seconds.
He winced involuntarily and shuddered when Itachi turned to face him again but the beating didn't continue. His partner was breathing quickly, his eyes narrowed, and blood trickled from a series of jagged wounds on his calf. For a while he just stood there, a puzzled look on his face.
"Why didn't you bite me sooner?" he finally asked. "I'm assuming you could have." Kisame's response was a weak growl and a glare - the Uchiha took a few steps back and warily released the genjutsu so that he could speak. It was obvious in his stance that he wasn't going to open himself up for another attack.
"I could have... but I didn't..." Kisame rasped. The release of the genjutsu brought little relief; it was immediately replaced by the very real pain of his injuries and a different kind of prickle - no doubt the onset of hypothermia. "You're lucky I have a conscience..." he murmured. All the insults and profanity he had wanted to say just minutes earlier now escaped him - his mind felt sluggish, like he was drunk.
"Fuck, Kisame," Itachi sighed. "All these years and I still don't understand you." He looked baffled and a little sad. "You're so fuckin' weird," he muttered under his breath.
"Speak for yourself," Kisame gasped, choking on a mixture of the Uchiha's blood and his own. "Perverted bastard." His extremities were numb and his body was trembling in a last-ditch effort to warm itself up.
"Whatever," Itachi said. "You drove me to this. I'm normally not a violent person." The last part of his response sounded uncertain, as if he was trying to convince himself of the fact.
"That's ridiculous," Kisame growled, slurring slightly. How could someone who had killed their entire clan for the hell of it say they weren't violent? Let alone the screwed up shit he had just done to his own partner. The swordsman wanted to say this aloud but he was becoming too tired to expend the effort. Just thinking was exhausting.
Itachi sighed and clutched his injured hand tighter to his chest. "I don't know why I'm even talking to you," he muttered, sounding tired and depressed. "You're already dying..." He cautiously stepped closer and grabbed Kisame's cloak, yanking it out from under him. Once back out of arm's reach, he slung the cloak over his own shoulders and did up a couple of snaps, leaving his wounded hand tucked inside. "You probably won't live through the night... it's below freezing and you're hypothermic," he stated. "To be honest, I was going to slit your throat..." He lowered his eyes and shrugged. "But I guess I don't have it in me." As he turned on his heels and headed for the cave's exit, he added, "If by some chance you actually survive the night, I suppose you'll seek me out, wanting revenge..." He reached into his weapons pouch and pulled out something small and round - it looked like a smoke bomb. "If that happens, I'll be waiting for you."
Once he was out of the cave, he hurled the object inside and disappeared from Kisame's line of sight. The thing immediately started spewing a thick, sweet-smelling smoke. Sleeping gas, Kisame noted deleriously, recognizing the scent immediately. But why would he bother? I'm already too weak to move. As he coughed on the smoke, it came to him. It's to put Samehada to sleep, not me... For some stupid reason, the sword was susceptible to sleeping gas - one of the downsides to having a living creature for a weapon. He must have divulged this to Itachi at some point, though he couldn't remember exactly when... or why. Either way, Samehada's healing ability was probably his only chance of survival. Well... so much for that... With every breath he took, exhaustion swept over him until he could no longer hold his train of thought. When sleep began to take hold, the last thing he felt was a vague comfort... like warmth.

*AUTHOR'S NOTE* Hey, you still reading this? You didn't get disgusted and stop half-way through? Well, cool. I wrote this chapter with a fucked-up mindset, obviously - I had some surgery recently and I've been stuck slowly healing in my tiny apartment, pissed off and suffering from cabin fever. This screwed up chapter is the result. Umm... as for the weird genjutsu, I'm fairly certain there's no such thing in Naruto - at least not in such detail. I was kinda thinking of that part in the book Dune (one of my favorite books *ever*) where Paul, the protagonist, has to stick his hand in that fucked up box. The box creates the illusion of pain - to the point where it feels like his flesh is burning right off his bones - and Paul has to either leave his hand in there or die. God, that part is so cool! Anyway... I had that in mind when I made up the genjutsu, lol. Alas, poor Kisame. And don't mistake my fucked-up portrayal of Itachi as bashing. I just think that someone who hides all their emotions like that is bound to snap one way or another. And, you know, it's pretty hot when the breakdown involves dick. *___* Don't you think? Please leave a comment if you have the time... and thanks for bearing with me!
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