Taking Charge (read description)

Dango

Dango

Kisame had always been attracted to Itachi - how could anyone not be? He'd skilfully kept his desires a secret during their years together as Atatsuki partners, but now, his self-control was wearing dangerously thin. It had been a gave mistake to come here. With all of his brushes with death and the various perilous situations he had gotten into over the years, he had never imagined that it would be a dango shop, of all places, that truly threatened to break him.

Itachi sat opposite him, making love to the stick of dango with his mouth. Kisame watched, his own mouth dry, as his partner of five years flicked a delicate pink tongue over golden, caramelised balls, dripping with treacle. One honeyed ball was enveloped completely in Itachi's mouth; Kisame felt his groin tighten as Itachi's cheeks hollowed around the delicious treat as he sucked it off the stick. Suddenly an uncharacteristic deep moan of pleasure issued from Itachi's throat. If Itachi weren't careful, Kisame was going to pick up him like a ragdoll and fling him over his shoulder like some tipsy whore to be dragged off and taken roughly, mangekyo sharingan or no mangekyo sharingan.

During the time Kisame had been fantasising, Itachi's demeanour had changed, going from happy, seductive dango-bliss to tense, alert and watchful. Kisame gulped. Oh shit, he's read my mind, I'm done for! "Kisame...do you sense it too?"

What, my raging hard boner? Yes, Itachi-san, yes I do. "What is it, Itachi-san?" Itachi fixed him with that laser-intense gaze. "Someone's aware of us." They had stolen into Konoha, thanks to Itachi remembering the barrier password from his ANBU days. Kisame had been astounded that no-one had bothered to change the password; no wonder everyone said that the Leaf Village was soft. That would never happen in Kirigakure. Anyway, they were on a mission to capture the Kyuubi Jinchuriki, Uzumaki Naruto, but had ducked into the dango shop in order to get out of sight while they (or rather, Itachi) formulated their next move. Now, it appeared that they had been discovered, Kisame suddenly had a lightbulb click on in his brain. He was a true, true genius. He could solve two problems in one - both the problem of Konoha's Jonin sensing their presence and the rather prominent problem in his pants.

However, he had to act fast. Grabbing Itachi's slender wrist before he had a chance to react, he dragged him up from the bench and though the little side door he had noticed earlier that was not the door to the toilets. Bursting through, they found themselves in a dark, poky hallway with three more nondescript doors leading off from it. Having no time to think about it, Kisame on impulse picked the one to the right at the far end, dragging his poor partner through and slamming the door behind them. They were in a smallish cleaning cupboard by the looks of things; mops stood dispiritedly against the wall as if bemoaning their lack of use, while empty cleaning buckets were scattered around the floor and bottles of detergent lined the single, lonely shelf on the left wall.

Kisame felt a pair of burning red eyes boring through his skull and turned to find his partner fixing him with a glare that would kill a thousand newborns. Too late, he looked down and realised he was still gripping Itachi by the wrist. He dropped it as if scalded. "Sorry, Itachi-san..." he mumbled sheepishly, praying that Itachi wouldn't go all Tsukiyomi on him. Luckily the Uchiha just sighed and looked away in disdain. "A cleaning cupboard? Really, Kisame?" His tone and the tilt of his eyebrow said it all. Kisame flushed. He hated that Itachi had this effect on him that no-one had ever had (been able to have) on him before; this ability to make him feel like a scolded genin without so much as a few words, a glance, a quirk of those perfect lips. He growled. "Itachi...I had good reasons for my choice". Said man's eyebrow quirked higher, winding Kisame up even more. He so wanted to wipe that smug look off his perfect Uchiha perfect face. Not to worry, it would come soon...now it was his turn to look smug as he saw his partner's Sharingan begin to fade; he was granted satisfaction at last when a frown appeared on his face as his luminous red eyes slowly faded to black. "Kisame! What have you done?!" He was feeling it already.