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Title: Succumb to The Surrender
Pairing: Kisame x Itachi
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Rating: T
Summary: Itachi thinks that he is in control, but really, all Kisame has to do is smile and the victory is his.
AN/Warnings: Oh yeah, they're going to have sex. Just not in here.
Disclaimer: Nothing.
FFN: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4001025/1/
-=Succumb to the Surrender=-
No one knew, but still, no one could ever say that he did not try.
His onyx depths were no longer cold. There was a fire flickering in the darkness and it burned up any glare he could muster. He should have used intimidation; this was a battle after all. But no, he strode over to the bed and sunk down onto the mattress.
His hips claimed his lovers’; there was a purposeful grind, forcing, but still only suggestive. A hand found its way to the nape of his neck and pulled out the tie holding back his raven locks. He lingered in his position a moment, sitting up, and seemingly in control of the situation.
This was part of his act. Every move, the genius calculated it. He was precise; it was obvious that he was fighting for his victory; nonetheless, he played upon his sexuality for this conquest. This strategy would ensure his triumph.
His shirt had been peeled off, before he even approached the bed. There was nothing but ivory flesh to feasting upon. He did not even need to touch himself to be appealing. Nor did his hands caress the body beneath him, smiling up at this seductive attempt.
He was too confident when he leaned down. His smugly curled lips were overwhelming. The sight of his smile in itself was rare. It was not an endearing curve but a brazen grin of vanity, constantly hidden beneath the surface.
As he stared down at his partner, just as planned, his black hair cascaded over his bare shoulders and hung in full length. The locks framed his soft and stoic face; they became a waterfall that separated them from the reality beyond their locked gazes.
The moment was solely theirs. The light was blocked out. There were only their lustful intentions. Only then did the onyx eyes swirl with a mahogany shade until they shone crimson. No one was allowed to look into those deadly orbs without succumbing to their power.
‘’Nice try, Itachi…but…’’ Kisame breathed out.
Even he could not resist the sharingan but he could fight it.
His grin became predacious. His passivity immediately disappeared, without so much as a blink. The dominance spread into his smirk and sharp teeth; the confidence in his eyes was devastating.
That whole attempt had been quite arousing, but when it came down to it, Kisame was not going to let Itachi beat him.
Even from the bottom, he was in control.
All he needed to win the battle was one kiss.
Itachi surrendered.
‘’…but you can be on top like that, tonight.’’
-=EndE=-
So did everyone my attempt at making the ice cold Itachi try and be sexual? I figured this mechanic and amateur way of seducing Kisame would be all that he was familiar with. I couldn’t have him prancing around like a hooker and make this plausible at the same time. And I didn’t want this to be forced. He is actively trying to win; hence, the emphasis on the term victory.
Itachi WANTS this.
…in my brain it was so hot.
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