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One more Last Chance	By : KuroKitsune Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sorry for the delay! I was having muse problems and then my beta wanted to write a Kisame/Itachi lemon. So you have one.
Betaed and the lemon done by: Misato'sPenPen.

“Did he really just say that?” Kisame laughed. We were laying on the bed, my laptop sitting in our laps watching the old Christmas tape.

Kurama had just started sputtering about Deidara not being my boyfriend when Dei had walked up to him and asked him his size. When Kurama, (the only straight man there) asked him what he meant he leaned in to whisper in his ear.
I paused the video to tell Kisame what Kurama told me he said.

“He said and I quote ‘I asked the size of your cock so I would know what I would be getting myself into later. Or should I say what I will getting into myself later.’ The whole time twirling his hair around his finger and bating his lashes like a girl!”

We where both laughing when I played the video again. Kurama just blinked at him. Then drunkenly yelled to me “Itashe! Your boy-toye is hit-tin’ on me! Make ‘em stop!”

He was waving his finger at Deidara and yelling something like “Why doess every-body tink I’m gay? Do I give off a gay vib, vube, vibe? Vibe! Do I give off a gay vibe Itashe?” he cried at me. He always was a loud drunk.

“Oh, my, god. How much did he have to drink? In the past five minutes I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone butcher their words like that before.” Kisame chuckled at me.

“I don’t know but he was already tipsy when I got home and I don’t think he stopped drinking the eggnog the whole time I was there ‘til he went upstairs and passed out in my closet of all places. That’s one for the Freudians.”(1)
We sat and watched the video for a few more minutes till everyone started to settled down and the video ended.
I got up and put my laptop away in my bag. “What do you want to do now?” I asked as I sat down next to him.

I did not expect him to lean over and kiss me. Nor did I expect to find myself kissing back. After a few minutes of kissing me, he moved, pushing me down gently, never once breaking the seal of our mouths.

I was scared of Kisame’s larger body crushing me, but he hovered just above me. Kissing wasn't the word for what he was doing to me: he was devouring me inside and out.

I struggled to breathe through my nose as Kisame continued to ravish my mouth. When I finally got a good breath, my chest pressed against his larger one. I nearly fainted with desire. I had to touch him. My hands found the hem of his shirt and started mapping the muscles of his sides and back. His skin felt so warm, like it had soaked up the heat of the sun while on that beach day after day.

Kisame pulled away and all I could do was pant. My lungs burned and my lips were chapping. Despite the rain and the slight dampness that still stubbornly clung to my skin and clothes, I was so warm under him.
I didn’t have to worry about my damp clothes for long as Kisame started to strip me. I let him. I let his hands, his large hands deftly unbutton my shirt and push it away. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, but still being exposed to his hungry eyes made me blush.

“You’re tense,” he said. I was glad he sounded as breathless as I was. “Turn over.”
I didn’t want a massage, but I wasn’t about to refuse one from those large, powerful hands. I turned onto my stomach, shedding my shirt as I did. Thinking about those hands, I feared he might give me a painful deep tissue massage, but instead he rubbed my back, almost like he was rubbing in suntan oil. Yeah, he was probably used to doing that on the beach to hot girls. The thought depressed me.

I settled in for the full treatment, but as soon as my shoulders relaxed, I felt lips on my upper back. He was kissing my back. And it wasn’t silent kisses, I could hear them. The sound went straight to my cock. Even my asshole relaxed, ready to be penetrated. I wanted him so bad. I still hadn’t found out what he looked like naked. But if that bulge I felt earlier was as big as I thought it was, I was in for the night of my life.

Kisame added licks to his series of kisses as he moved down my right shoulder blade and along the side of my spine.

I moaned. “God, I want you inside me.” I was a little horrified I said that out loud.

He chuckled. That didn’t make my blush cool at all.

“I can dispense with being a gentleman, then?”

I couldn’t help laughing. “We haven’t even been on a real date yet and you’ve half stripped me and are kissing the hell out of me. Not exactly the actions of a gentleman.”

“If I wasn’t trying, we probably wouldn’t have made it back to the room.”

He grabbed my shoulder and flipped me onto my back again so he could unbuckle my belt. Once loosened, Kisame just grabbed my still belted pants and boxers and just yanked them all down, giving me a slight burn on my ass from the speed. I was now completely naked and he only had his tank top untucked. Now I was really blushing.

And he just kept staring at me. I was breathing too hard to suck it in and show off my abs.

“You are beautiful,” he said. I didn't think I could blush anymore than I already had, maybe I was wrong.

“You don’t happen to have lube here with you?” Kisame asked.

“Complementary lotion in the bathroom.” I was so glad my voice didn’t squeak, even it was breathless.

Kisame’s smile became more predatory at my suggestion. He got off the bed and started taking off his clothes as he fetched the small bottle from the bathroom counter. He put the lotion on the nightstand and got back on the bed, straddling my legs. I finally got a look at his body.
Damn, he was ripped. His muscles were perfect. A swimmer’s body. I’m no weakling, but I don’t have the defined muscles of a dedicated swimmer. I jacked off to plenty of Olympic swimmers in my day, but this guy put them to shame.

And that cock.

I was seriously torn about continuing when I saw that thick monster pointing proudly at the ceiling. On the other hand, I was salivating. I decided it would be rude to have lead him on just to stop now. I was also curious if I could take something so big.

Kisame leaned down again to kiss me on the lips briefly before moving down my neck. My hands sort of had minds of their own, wondering over his chest and abs. His body was so hard. I’m thin, but I still had a healthy layer of muscle under my skin which I thought felt nice to the touch. Kisame was solid, like flesh covered stone. So strong and reassuring. I traced every line and caressed the surfaces in between.

Kisame growled and I was worried I’d touched something I shouldn’t have. He sat up and grabbed both my wrists and put them over my head.

“Stay,” he said.

I gave him a mischievous grin. I may be an uke, but I was a power uke. I wasn’t about to obey orders.
He gave me an insincere scowl and pulled the top sheet from where it was still tucked in under the mattress and twisted it into a rope.

“I need to do something about those distracting hands of yours,” he explained, to my stunded look.

He tied my wrists to the iron scrollwork of the headboard. It wouldn’t hold me if I decided I truely didn’t want to be held, but it made Kisame’s point. For once, I would relent and obey. This could be fun.

Without my hands to distract him, he decided to do some touching of his own. He slid his hands down my hairless body from my collarbone to my slightly boney hips. I got a little self-conscious when he turned his attention to my cock. Compared to him, my eight inches seemed like nothing. Then again, a python looked small compared to his massive cock.

I didn’t want to be looked at anymore, I wanted to be fucked. If my hands were free, I would have grabbed the lube and attacked Kisame’s cock with my lubricated hands and jumped on him to make him fuck me. But I remained a good boy with my hands ‘tied’. Instead, I bent my knees and opened my thighs invitingly.

He reached over for the lotion and dumped a large dollop on his palm. He made a bit of a show of coating that monster growing out of his pelvis. I writhed with anticipation. And fear. This was going to hurt.

Yet, once he was coated, he took his lubed fingers and reached between my legs, using on finger to tease the underside of my balls then poke my perineum and finally teased my entrance.

He hummed. “I honestly thought you were normally a Seme. You’re already gaping for me.”

I groaned. His words made me feel like the cock-slut I was. As I said, I’m an uke, but I’m a power uke. I love being fucked, but on my own terms.

He eased a finger inside me and I exhaled slowly, so close to losing my mind in desire. Frankly, this guy’s index finger was bigger than my last partner’s cock. Not saying much really.

Kisame moved his finger around, but realized I could take much more.

“You are a naughty little boy, aren’t you?”

I hummed seductively in the affirmative. He pressed in a second finger and started to scissor me open. It was going to take more than two fingers to open me up enough to take that thing he called cock.

I had to wonder how many other men he’d had sex with since he knew how to stretch me without it hurting. He was patient too. He added a third finger. I had to relax at it started to sting as he twisted and spread those three fingers.

“Oh, god, fuck me,” I whined, as he hit that spot within me that made me see white stars.

His grin was almost frightening. Like that of a shark smelling blood. He took his fingers away and I felt the heat of his cock against my loosened entrance. Kisame growled a little as he pushed the tip of the head inside my anal ring.

I shut my eyes and focused on my breathing as the head spread me open. His cock was so hot, I felt the stinging stretch and the heat, not the slicked textured of his flesh moving against my insides. I felt lightheaded and my heartbeat pulsed so strongly I thought for sure Kisame could hear it.

He kept slipping in deeper. Now I could feel him, not just the heat. It felt like my first time. I couldn’t help tightening up around him as he reached deeper than anyone else had before. He stopped and gave me a moment to acclimate to the new feeling. He pushed deeper and I wondered just how deep he could go. Finally, I felt his hips touch mine; he was all the way in. I let out a long shaky breath.

He put a large, warm hand over my heart. It was a comforting gesture I needed after being penetrated like never before. He didn’t move. I soon realized I was feeling two heartbeats in my ass, his and mine. His cock was pulsing, it almost felt like it was trying to open me more.

His hand moved up my chest and briefly covered my throat. I loved the feeling. The subjugation had my heart beating harder. I knew for a fact he could feel my heartbeat now. His hand slide up to my cheek and he ran his fingers across my lips. They were so sensitive that my erection that had flagged from the extreme penetration, twitched.

He must have felt that too because his hand moved down over my body again to my neglected cock. His hand encircled my lengthening dick and he gave me a few strokes.

“Move,” I sighed. “Fuck me.”

I still had my eyes closed. He took his hand away and I felt him put both his hands on either side of my hips. He pulled out slowly only an inch before pressing back into my body. Fuck! I felt full before, but after he started pulling out, I felt even more full when he reentered me. He gave me several of these small thrusts before he used more of his cock and sped up.

After about a minute, he was full on fucking me. It was truly the fuck of my life! I couldn’t stop a making a sound with every thrust, he was pressing my breath from my body every time. It did feel like he was trying to reach my diaphragm. I had no idea a cock could get so deep.

My erection was completely back. The force of his thrusts was banging the headboard against the wall, but I didn’t care if anyone could hear. Speaking of now caring if anyone heard . . .

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I yelled. “Fuck, yeah. Yes, yes! Oh, god!”

I wasn’t clear on what else I was yelling or mumbling, all I know is that it felt fucking amazing. I think he was saying something too. Something like, ‘you feel so good, so tight’ and ‘best fuck of my life,’ I don’t really remember.

I do remember his thrusts becoming more frantic and him warning me he was about to cum.
“I’m going to cum so deep inside you, you’ll never get rid of it.”

“God, yes! Cum inside me. Fill me up.”

“I’m going to... cum.” He grunted as he shot his semen inside me.
The very idea of that monster cock shooting sperm into my body made me cum too. I cried out and groaned as I emptied my balls on my own chest. I could feel his cock still throbbing in me. We remained there like that for nearly a minute, panting. His cock shrank and slipped out of me. I whined at the emptiness and the cold air seeping inside my gaping ass.

I sighed and my body went completely limp. Kisame laid down beside me. I let my arms hang from where they were tied, too exhausted to pull them free.

Then he reached up and undid the knot keeping them there. The small ache in my shoulders was what made me eventually pull them to my sides. I sighed again in contentment.

He reached over and turning me to face him gave me a gentle kiss. He curled around me, his arms around my waist, one hand holding mine. I shifted a little so my head was cradled on his shoulder, and began to drift off in contented sleep, feeling his other hand combing my hair soothingly.

(1) All I will say to that is Wiki. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freudian_slip
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