From the beginning

Beneath (M)

A/N: Itachi wanting to try something different.

The night was closing in around them as Itachi pulled Shisui by the hand through it. Twigs and leaves rustled and broke beneath their feet as they threaded through the forest in the moonlight. Blood was dripping from Shisui's hands down to the ground, leaving a trail that could become a serious problem come morning. Shisui didn't care. He stumbled several times as he didn't want to let his eyes go of the back of the head with his nineteen-year-old boyfriend. From time to time, Itachi would turn his head back to see if Shisui was following, despite holding his hand. It was fucking adorable. When Itachi turned, his eyes were like black holes, and Shisui's gaze became a victim to them, being pulled in, entering Itachi's soul to never come back out. Shisui didn't mind. 

Itachi was panting. He was hurrying. He was desperate to fuck. It was their second month of their mission together. They now shared some missions as Itachi was out of the Black Ops, but they never slept with each other during these, as were the rules, but they had never had to stay away from sex for two whole months. A mission was usually a maximum of one week. The longest they had been without fucking each other before was one month, last year when Shisui had been hospitalised after a mission. Even then, he had been so hungry for Itachi that he had begged him for sex one week earlier than he was allowed, despite the younger Uchiha being so scared of hurting him. Shisui hadn't cared. He had been desperate. Just as Itachi seemed to be now, only exponentially more so. 

Two fucking months. 

Shisui had never seen him like this. 

In the middle of the night, after having set up camp up in a tree, already asleep, Shisui had felt the oh-so-familiar weight of Itachi on his body and was suddenly wide awake. Immediately, he responded. He pressed himself against Itachi, and felt the younger Uchiha already had an erection. It took a millisecond for Shisui's dick to be equally hard. And no wonder. Itachi was steaming hot, crawling over him to reach his lips, rubbing his erection on Shisui's. The mere touch of Itachi's cock against his through the fabric of their trousers made him go absolutely mad and he knew he couldn't wait a second longer. Itachi had obviously thought the same.

Their lips connected and they devoured each other hungrily, like they were two starving wild animals who had been offered a delicious meal. They hadn't even kissed in these two months, as they were afraid they wouldn't be able to hold back then. Well, that bit proved to be true, at least... There was no way they were going to stop now. Shisui started fighting for dominance over Itachi's tongue, but Itachi was having none of it today. Before Shisui could react, he had gathered two Kunai from his bag and jabbed them down in Shisui's hands, pinning them down into the tree bark. Shisui jerked, a scream forming in his mouth that Itachi immediately drowned with a steaming kiss. Shisui lost himself in the kiss, allowing Itachi's tongue to completely own his mouth until the pain was forgotten. Who is this Itachi? Shisui loved him. 

"You're mine tonight", Itachi breathed.

"The mission..." I tried, pathetically. He knew I didn't give a fuck about the mission. Itachi knew he didn't give a fuck about the mission.

"You don't give a fuck about the mission", Itachi said. 

Touché... 

Itachi pulled Shisui's shirt up, kissing his broad abdomen, from the lower edge of his sternum and down, taking his trousers off and continuing to travel south with his lips. The sensation, together with the numbing pain in his hands, mixed with the smell of blood and sweat and pheromones, was intoxicating. Shisui couldn't help a little sound escaping him. "Unnhh..."