"Kisame! Kisame!" Itachi called out, walking down the corridors of the Akatsuki hideout. The shark-man had disappeared after they had reported their mission's success to Pein. He didn't say anything during their report, not even his usual corny jokes and sexual innuendos. Itachi's bullshit meter was going off: DANGER! DANGER!

Opening a door, he peeked into a room. Clay lay everywhere and poorly drawn hentai of Sasori littered the bed and draped to the floor. Gee, I wonder where he went, he thought sarcastically. He closed the door and walked a few more feet down the hallway.

He stood in front of this door and had reached out to turn the knob when he heard soft crying coming from the room. Itachi hesitated, not wanting to disturb a private moment but also not wanting to leave someone in distress.

"Kisame?" He called softly as he opened the door. He stepped into a room lit only by a few beams of sunlight that came through the cracks in the splintered boards that shuttered the window. The wind whistled faintly as it blew through the cracks and tousled the short blue hair of the hunched over man.

He was sitting with his legs drawn up to his chest and his forehead rested on his knees. Samehada, his sword who was more like a pet, curled around his feet making worried chirping noises. The man's broad shoulders shook lightly and his tears made barely audible plips as they hit the wooden floor.

Itachi quietly closed the door and took off his robe. He sat behind the man and wrapped his arms and legs around him. He nuzzled into the man's neck and murmured, "so this is where you went."

Kisame quickly swallowed his sobs and sniffled. He leaned lightly into Itachi, careful not to bowl the man over with his strength. A large calloused hand reached up to squeeze Itachi's smaller hand.

"I'm ok," Kisame said tiredly, resting his head back on his knees and closing his eyes.

"Hn," Itachi responded, his tone indicating that he didn't believe him.

Kisame chuckled and raised his head, wiping his tears away. His eyes were red and puffy and he rested his chin on his crossed forearms. Looking through the slit in the boards at the sun that was beginning to set and color the sky in reds and pinks.

"Rejected?" Itachi asked, moving away from Kisame to sit next to him. He leaned into Kisame's side. Kisame opened his arm and tucked itachi into his side by long habit.

"Yeah," Kisame sighed, "as usual." He was quiet a moment longer before speaking again. "I get tired of it, ya know? Like... I know I'm different but I'm not that different. Fuckin' Kimimaru gets chicks and that dude literally grows bone erections and no one cares! But I happen to be blue?! And like biting, that suddenly there's s a problem?!" He rolled his eyes when he said the last sentence.

"I don't get it either," said Itachi, "but I have an idea. It's my turn to treat you to dinner and I've chosen a place you've always wanted to go to."

"You mean-" Kisame tried to ask, his eyes lighting up with excitement. Itachi held up a hand to cut him off.

"Yes," he affirmed. Standing to his feet and walking to where he had let his robe fall earlier, he bent down and picked it up. After dusting it off and putting it back on, he looked at Kisame who was still sitting on the floor.

"Well?" The Uchiha asked. Without a word, Kisame scrabbled to his feet. He quickly brushed the dust off his pants and ass before heading out the door and then the hideout. Itachi had to jog lightly to keep up with the taller man. Samehada slithered onto the bed and curled up on Kisame's pillow, content to wait until it's master was back.

They walked into the Village that was nearby. Pein had chosen the location for this hideout based on the reputation of the neighbouring Village. It was said you could get anything you wanted. For a price, of course. If there had ever been a moral compass in this Village it had long since rusted and rotted away from the sins flourishing in this place.

Kisame hummed happily as they drew closer and closer to their destination. Itachi was beginning to regret this decision but he couldn't let what happened the last time the shark got this dark. Itachi wasn't sure if he could survive going through that situation again. His onyx eyes raked over Kisame's figure. He didn't think he could survive Kisame's death again.

"Hello hello!" A short man wearing a blood red robe greeted them, bowing low.

"Hi," Kisame retuned, his sharp teeth flashing red in the setting sky. Itachi gave a small wave and looked over the building. It was nondescript, the same as every other building on this block. The worn whitewash paint and the rotting hanging shutters hid the dark secret that lurked within.

Still bowing, the man held out his hands. "Do you have a card, sirs?"

Itachi reached into his robe and slid into a secret pocket. He felt the stiff paper with his fingers and pulled it out. It was a card, made from stiff paper and dyed black, with intricate calligraphy painted in red ink. He had spent hours debating if he could really do this, to fall so far down and so quickly into inhumanity. Did his selfish need to keep his only remaining friend alive outweigh the cost of this card?

Itachi placed the card in the man's hand. "Ah!" He exclaimed, clutching the card and turning it over. Seeing a mark only those trained to find could interpret, the man stood up straight and grinned. "You have chosen the Feast! Follow me!"

Kisame purred in happiness as the large double doors opened slowly. Stepping through the doors, the were transported into a different world.

Cool Iwagakure marble covered the floor and walls. Young women, at the peak of their beauty and ripeness, seemingly glided across the floors. Itachi couldn't help but notice how the thin silk stretched across their breasts, with their pert nipples drawing in the eye. The material tightened across their hips and buttocks as they swayed.

"I could get used to this place," Kisame said lowly, huskiness creeping into his voice as his arousal heightened and the sweet scent of warm, wet and engorged pussies tickled his nose.

Itachi did his best to avert his eyes and remain modest but even his body was betraying him. Everywhere he looked more and more blood pooled into his penis, to the point where he was sure he would have to find somewhere to relieve his need.

"Gentlemen, please enter here," the man bowed again outside a black door that was decorated with red lacquer. Kisame looked at Itachi and grinned widely.

"Well, Ita. Are you sure? Once I've crossed into the room I don't intend to go back." Kisame almost growled, testosterone and other, more animalistic, hormones flooding his body.

Itachi swallowed his doubt, his fear, his sense of right and wrong. This wasn't about him. This was for Kisame. Looking at the wall of muscle next to him, he nodded. Kisame nodded back.

Together they stepped into the room.