Aha, I can't believe I wrote more. I totally cave to peer pressure. :P
Title: Carbon
Author: desolate butterfly
Genre: angst, yaoi
Pairings: Kisame/Sasuke, Kisame/Itachi, vague Itachi/Sasuke (so far, at least)
Rating: M
Summary: Sasuke comes looking for Itachi and find something else, just as dangerous. A hungry shark.
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The brat's strange pupils swirled dangerously and Kisame found himself suddenly wiping spittle from his cheek. He looked at the gob of wetness in his hand, bemused.
"Rude little boy, aren't you?"
Sasuke's hand curled into claws that he raked frantically up Kisame's back, tearing the fabric of his coat and swiping viciously into the top layer of skin. Kisame arched into the slight sting but did not release his hold on the pale neck in front of him.
"You—You—Who's rude, you asshole?" Sasuke floundered, trying to kick, but the heaviness of the older man's body on his wasn't allowing for much movement. He made his fingernails dig deeper, but that didn't seem to have any effect. Sasuke growled and bucked straight up.
"GET THE HELL OFF ME.," he ordered. "NOW."
"Oh, Sasuke-kun—" The breath wooshed from Kisame's in a long, drawn-out sigh, and his knee pressed harder into Sasuke's groin. The boy froze immediately at the movement, arms going slack on Kisame's broad shoulders. "—you don't get it, do you?"
"Get what?" Sasuke hissed.
"That you aren't in control here." Kisame watched those words take effect and then settled down to the business of undoing the ties on the boy's pants. He got a token resistance in the form of squirming, but a swift rotation of the knee pressing into sensitive areas soon put a stop to that.
The black markings of Orochimaru's seal bared themselves as Kisame released Sasuke's neck to press down on his shoulder. Kisame eyed them curiously. He wondered if they contained the dangerous and unpredictable power Itachi-sama had talked about. Certainly they didn't look too dangerous now. More like a delicate bruise on snow-white skin that begged to be marked. Kisame licked at the dark comma-like swirls and tasted charred flesh on his tongue. The boy shuddered beneath him, and Kisame decided he liked that effect.
"Poor Sasuke-kun," he continued, trailing sharpened nails down the boy's stomach, circling the navel and enjoying the small flinch and tensing of muscles there. "Did you come here expecting to kill your brother?"
Kisame's fingers wandered further, dipping into the boy's open pants and raking through soft pubic hair. There was a strangled gasp and then a grunt as Kisame's cool palm met with the boy's flaccid member. He squeezed teasingly, and then began to expertly stroke the boy into hardness.
"How can you expect to defeat Itachi-sama when you can't even defeat me?" Kisame breathed harshly against Sasuke's open mouth.
"I'll kill you," Sasuke gasped, eyes closing in shame as he felt himself start to respond. "I'll kill all of you. You and him."
"Yeah, yeah." Kisame gave a harsher tug of his wrist and smirked in satisfaction as the boy stiffened and moaned helplessly. "Who do you think you're kidding, Sasuke-kun?"
If looks could kill Kisame would have already been crushed to death by the sheer weight of the boy's glares. They weren't nearly as scary as Itachi's when he was annoyed, though, so Kisame dismissed them as kind of cute and bent to get another taste of that sweet mouth.
The clatter of the door being pushed open made him pause, however, and he looked up to see his partner staring down at them, a slight hesitation in his step the only indication of surprise.
"Kisame," Itachi said, tonelessly, "would you mind explaining why you are molesting my little brother in the front hallway?"
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fin.
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