Bound in Mist

[kasarin]

TITLE: Bound in Mist
AUTHOR: kasarin (kasarin/kasarin)
FANDOM: Naruto
RATING: Explicit
CHARACTERS:
RELATIONSHIPS:
TAGS: Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Rope Bondage, Trust Kink, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Mild Blood, Blood Kink, Come Eating, Tenderness
SUMMARY:

For Kisame, this isn't about playing at control. This is about accepting what Itachi surrenders. This is about facing and devouring every flash of vulnerability. This is about cradling his partner close, forcing himself to feel the trust that Itachi shows.

This is about convincing himself that he isn't a monster.

Bound in Mist

Describing life in Kirigakure is difficult for Kisame. Perhaps it shouldn't be. Perhaps the words should come easily, an outpouring of the village's most interesting and dangerous locales, its quirks and idiosyncrasies. Perhaps he should speak with pride, shame, or resentment; perhaps he should feel something about the place that made him murder his comrades. Instead, all Kisame feels is a profound sense of detachment. It is as though all his years spent serving Kirigakure happened to someone else: a different Kisame from a different life.

But sometimes, that changes. Sometimes, when an early morning mist hangs in the air, it clouds Kisame's vision, turning the present into the past. Sometimes, the earthy aroma of moss wet with dew seems to creep down his throat, constricting his lungs and squeezing his heart. Sometimes, his entire being aches for the sound of waves striking rocky shores, the steady drizzle from a cloudy sky, or those autumn days when cool breezes send brightly colored leaves spinning and dancing through the air.

Sometimes, he gets so homesick that he hates himself.

On those days, Kisame's very being crawls with discomfort, his instincts tangled in an impossible snarl. A part of him wants to sink into old habits, retreating from conversations and companionship, severing any connections that may eventually hurt him. Another part rails against such impulses, urging him to cling to what he has and cradle it close, to seize the control that was so often denied.

Predictably, it is Itachi who devises a solution.

The mist is thick as Kisame binds Itachi's wrists, the rope soft but strong, the knots familiar and effective. It's a pattern that Kisame learned as an Anbu, one typically used for securing captives considered too valuable to have troublesome limbs amputated. Back then, he never would have imagined using such knots in a situation like this. But anything less feels like a falsehood, playing at control while knowing Itachi could escape with a mere flick of the wrist.

And this isn't about playing at control. This is about accepting what Itachi surrenders. This is about facing and devouring every flash of vulnerability. This is about cradling his partner close, forcing himself to feel the trust that Itachi shows.

This is about convincing himself that he isn't a monster.

"Not too tight, I hope?" Kisame asks, his voice quiet but his tone expressive. That's a good sign; when his tone goes flat, it signals an unfortunate shift in mood, his memories of the past crowding out the present. (Strange that he didn't realize how lifeless he sounded until after leaving Kirigakure.)

"No," Itachi says, voice clear and strong. He is sitting on a bedroll, naked but for the bindings around his wrists. Even so, he still seems strangely untouchable, like a monarch seated upon a throne. Coal-black eyes meet Kisame's without trepidation, studying him for a moment. "The mist is thick today."

"So it is…" Kisame finishes with Itachi's wrists and picks up another length of rope, intending to move on to his partner's legs. "Bend your right knee, please."

A tiny smile quirks the corner of Itachi's lips. But he does as Kisame asks, bending his knee so that Kisame can resume his work, the rope secured around shin and thigh to prevent Itachi from straightening his leg. The left leg follows, each knot carefully placed to avoid undue discomfort.

"How does that feel, Itachi-san?" Kisame asks, the backs of his knuckles ghosting up Itachi's inner thighs, a tantalizing light touch.

"It's fine." Itachi continues to study him, his smile falling away. "How do you feel?"

Kisame shrugs. "As you said: the mist is thick today. But you needn't worry about me." His fingertips find Itachi's sides, dancing up pale skin until he reaches his partner's shoulders. Then he gives a light push, urging Itachi backward as he says, "Lie down, if you please."

Itachi does so, his slight smile reappearing. "Always so considerate."

"Of course. I want you to be comfortable…" Kisame follows his partner to the bedroll, positioning himself between bound thighs, his weight on his hands and knees. He remains mostly clothed, cloak set aside to reveal his shirt and trousers, a contrast that heightens Itachi's nakedness. "And you look so delectable like this."

No blush rises to color Itachi's cheeks. But his eyes take on a certain softness, an unspoken emotion playing in their depths. If Kisame were to hazard a guess, he might dare to call it fondness—but he still feels a bit too monstrous for that.

Leaning down, Kisame brushes his lips to his partner's, a touch that is more tease than kiss. Then he begins moving down Itachi's body, his lips tracing the line of his partner's jaw and neck, then clavicle and sternum. It's slow going, his progress halting whenever a violent thought intrudes, the memories of a body's most vulnerable places churning in his mind. But he subdues those thoughts as best he can, alleviating them by pressing kisses to those vulnerable points, lavishing affection instead of mortal blows.

"You're thorough today," Itachi observes, his voice still even despite his swelling cock.

"Well, what can I say?" Kisame shoots his partner a grin, his lips hovering above Itachi's navel. "It's not every day I get to have you like this… It would be a shame if I rushed things, don't you think?"

"Hm." Itachi raises his bound hands, fingers stroking Kisame's hair as best as they can, deliberately avoiding Kisame's hitai-ate. "Would you want to have me like this more often?"

Kisame laughs. "Oh, you know the answer to that…" Then he dips his head again, tongue tracing a line from Itachi's navel to his cock, placing a wet kiss at its base.

As much as Kisame appreciates the beauty of Itachi's body bound in rope, it's still rather overwhelming sometimes. He doesn't always know if he can bear the trust his partner shows; he doesn't know if he is deserving. It takes effort for Kisame to coax himself into accepting it, his partner's vulnerability eliciting equally raw emotions in him. To do this more often might prove too much.

And besides, Kisame knows how much Itachi enjoys putting him on his knees.

Somehow, Kisame resists the temptation to immediately take Itachi's cock in his mouth, merely kissing its head before moving on. He trails his lips down Itachi's inner thighs, nosing the ropes that bind them, hands stroking his partner's calves. Then he makes his way back to Itachi's cock, pleased to see that it has grown to full hardness, a pearly drop of precum clinging to the slit.

"Still comfortable, Itachi-san?" Kisame asks, his lips mere centimeters from Itachi's cock, breath ghosting over blood-flushed skin. "Or is there something you need…?"

Itachi's breathing remains slow and controlled. But his eyelids are slightly lowered, and a faint blush has spread across his bare chest. "Do what you'd like," he says, his deep voice relaxed.

Kisame shivers, the words sliding over his skin, wrapping him in a warm embrace. Why does Itachi look at him so? How does he deserve such trust?

Itachi reaches for him, bound hands stroking his hair again, slow and soothing. Kisame ducks his face, swallowing hard. Then he lowers his head, tongue laving over the tip of Itachi's cock, licking up that drop of precum. Gradually, he takes the head of Itachi's cock between his lips, kissing and sucking the tip, relishing every twitch, swallowing every salty drop that leaks from the slit.

"Kisame…"

Kisame looks up, meeting Itachi's eyes, seeing his desire reflected there. Then he opens his mouth wide, sinking down onto Itachi's cock, careful not to scrape the shaft with his sharp teeth.

Itachi hums, lips parting as he sighs, an almost blissful look in his eyes. Kisame watches his partner's expression, fascinated, even as he takes more of Itachi's cock. His lips slide down the shaft, tongue massaging the underside, enjoying the weight and warmth of it. Finally, his nose presses against dark hair, his mouth filled, throat squeezing the head.

There are some advantages to having no gag reflex. This is undoubtedly one of them.

Pale thighs quiver around him, the bindings preventing Itachi from stretching his legs. Kisame places his hands on Itachi's knees, holding them wide, fingers rubbing a soothing pattern. Then he swallows, his throat constricting around Itachi's length, making his partner jolt beneath him. Triumphant, Kisame hums, sending vibrations all along Itachi's shaft before he swallows again.

"Kisame," Itachi whispers, pleasure turning his cold voice into something soft, something gentle. Kisame closes his eyes, basking in it, drawing back just enough to breathe. Then he sinks down onto Itachi's length again, greedily swallowing all he can.

Trust is terrifying. Yet moments like this make all the fear worthwhile.

It doesn't take long before Itachi begins to lose his composure, muscles flexing beneath Kisame's hands, a sense of urgency underlying his quiet sounds. Only then does Kisame draw back, Itachi's cock leaving his lips with a lewd pop, a string of saliva stretched between the tip and his lower lip.

"So delicious," Kisame murmurs, licking his lips. Then he sits back on his heels, tugging his shirt up and off, baring his chest to the misty air. His hitai-ate follows, the desecrated symbol of his former village tossed aside. "But I think I'd like to have more of you than this…"

Itachi stares up at him, fair cheeks flushed, spit-slick lips parted. Silently, he nods, spreading his bound thighs wider in invitation.

Kisame makes a hand seal, then breathes out water, the liquid turning slick and oily as soon as it strikes his palm. It's a handy jutsu, one initially devised to make pursuers lose their balance, causing them to slip and slide across the ground. Of course, Kisame hasn't used the jutsu for its intended purpose in a long time. He lays his palm between Itachi's legs, smearing the slick substance over Itachi's hole, fingertips teasing the rim. It twitches beneath his touch, as does Itachi's pretty cock, betraying his partner's eagerness.

"Will you ask me for it, Itachi-san?" Kisame says, one fingertip resting against Itachi's hole, applying pressure without penetrating. "You know how much I like hearing your voice…"

For a moment, Itachi merely watches him. Then he reaches out, bound hands aiming for Kisame's face. Obediently, Kisame lowers his head until Itachi can touch him, smiling as those callused fingertips caress his cheeks.

"I want you, Kisame," Itachi murmurs. "I want to feel you inside me."

Gently, Kisame pushes his fingertip into that hot, velvety heat. "Like this?"

"Yeah." Itachi shifts his hips, encouraging Kisame to press deeper. "And more."

Kisame nuzzles his partner's bound hands, his finger slowly thrusting, mimicking what's to come. "More, eh? Please, tell me…"

"I want you over and around me. I want to feel your hips against the backs of my thighs. I want to taste your sweat."

Giggling, Kisame leans down, kissing his partner's chest. "Goodness, Itachi-san," he says, pressing another finger into that tight heat. "Is that all…?"

Itachi loops his bound hands behind Kisame's head, the rope resting comfortably against the back of his neck. "I want you to kiss me until you forget to be careful. I want your teeth on my lips. I want your body and chakra pressing me into the earth. I want you to bury yourself in me."

Kisame's lips find one of Itachi's nipples, licking and sucking until the little nub stands erect, glistening in the cool air. "Ask me," he whispers. "Please, Itachi-san."

"Will you give me what I want?" Itachi says, back arching, pressing into Kisame's fingers. "Will you give yourself to me?"

Shivering, Kisame kisses Itachi's chest again, right over his heart. "Yes, of course," he says, smiling. "Since you asked so nicely."

Itachi gives him a small smile in return, his dark eyes fond. Then Kisame draws away, tugging down his trousers to free his erection. With another quick hand seal, he slicks himself and settles between his partner's bound thighs, using one hand to line himself up.

"Are you ready?" he asks, leaning over Itachi, weight resting on the heel of his free hand.

Itachi wraps his bound hands around the back of Kisame's neck again, urging him closer. "Yeah."

Slowly, Kisame pushes forward, the tip of his cock gradually pressing past the tight ring of Itachi's entrance. Velvety heat greets him, enfolding the head of his cock, eliciting a shiver that races down his spine. He lets out a breath, eyes falling half-lidded, gaze locked on Itachi's dark eyes.

"Itachi-san," he murmurs, shifting his weight from hand to elbow, bringing their lips close. "You're so hot inside…"

Raising his head, Itachi claims Kisame's lips, silencing all but the quiet groans as Kisame pushes further inside. Bit by bit, Kisame sheathes himself, his cock enveloped in a tight embrace. It washes away the last traces of mist from his mind, leaving him nowhere but here, bound by nothing but Itachi, Itachi, Itachi.

"You're exquisite," he whispers when they part for breath. One hand shifts to stroke Itachi's hair, the other sliding up Itachi's bound thigh, caressing and squeezing. "I love how perfectly you take me…"

Itachi tilts his head up, catching Kisame's lower lip between his teeth. "I want more."

With a delighted chuckle, Kisame does as his partner asks, withdrawing just enough to thrust back inside, setting a slow but steady pace. At first, each thrust is comparatively gentle, nowhere near all that Itachi can handle. But as his partner adjusts, Kisame carefully adds more strength to his movements, making Itachi jerk and shudder beneath him.

"Is that enough for you?" Kisame asks, hips rolling forward in a powerful rhythm, waves against the shore. "Or do you want more?"

"More," Itachi gasps, arching as though to take Kisame's cock impossibly deeper.

Kisame complies, leaning down to capture Itachi's lips. Each thrust presses Itachi hard against the earth; each breath is shared, their lips barely parting. Soon, Kisame forgets himself, sharp teeth nipping Itachi's lips, drawing blood that only sweetens their kisses.

"My partner," Itachi whispers, his eyes blazing scarlet, drinking Kisame in.

Shuddering, Kisame reaches between them, hand closing around Itachi's length. "Your partner," he promises, kissing Itachi as his partner comes, seed splattering between their bodies. Then he, too, hits his peak, burying himself deep within Itachi, spilling himself entirely.

And then, there is nothing but the two of them: their kisses, their touches, their soft, forbidden words. They caress each other with blood-tinged kisses, gazing fearlessly into each other's eyes. Like this, there are no secrets; like this, there is nothing to hide.

It takes some time for Kisame to come down from that high, lost as he is in Itachi's scent, Itachi's taste, Itachi's body. He draws back regretfully, easing the loss by kissing his way down Itachi's abdomen, tongue lapping up his partner's cum. Then he sets about unbinding Itachi's wrists and legs, gently rubbing all the places where rope covered skin, soothing any traces of discomfort.

Itachi watches him as he does so, eyes still burning blood-red as if to imprint this moment forever into memory. "How do you feel?"

Kisame smiles, leaning in to brush their noses together. "I think the mist has burned off, Itachi-san."

Smiling in turn, Itachi rests his forehead against Kisame's, his hand rising to play with the hair at Kisame's nape. "Good."

The sun rises ever higher, its heat warming the earth, washing away the last traces of mist.

Author's Notes:

crossposted to ao3 here.