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There was more to being the bodyguard than people gave him credit for.
Especially when he serves a yakuza family; one of the most prominent and powerful of the underworld with a large clan of assassins, hitmen, dealers and whatever else they did behind the closed doors. All they needed him to do was guard the Oyabun's heir and his partner which was fine by him. As long as he wasn't out on the streets like when he was first found by Madara, he was happy.
Kisame hummed as he sits quietly, lightly tapping his cigarette out. His neck and shoulders were covered in bite marks as music plays quietly from the old radio playing with the lanterns glowing dimly from outside. it was a hot, quiet summer evening with the sun only just setting in the west with only twilight showing along the horizon line. He didn't know what the rest of the clan was doing and he didn't really care to since his only business was with the two men he was being paid to watch over.
It was a nice room with two large futons pushed together as he sits on the edge of them; his sword resting against the wall along with the harness, gun holstered properly. He picks up a cigarette quietly and slipped it between his lips while reaching for his lighter.
Well he was until he realizes that it was no longer on his bed. He narrows his eyes a moment before there's a click.
"Need a light, Kisa?'
He raises a brow at his lighter being flicked to life by a dark haired young man with short spiky locks and a playful grin on his face. The older of the two men currently lying down on the bed beside Kisame.
"Hmph...you know it's rather rude to just snatch up someone's lighter like that. I might have thought you were an assassin coming to kill the young heir to the Clan and his lover," He leans down though to light the tip of his cigarette. A soft sigh leaves the taller man as he breathes in the smoke and closes his eyes, "Haaa...if you're looking for round two, I'm afraid you and Itachi drained me early..." His eyes then go to the one he named, currently curled up on his side and head of long ink black hair fanning out behind him as the blanket is pulled up to his shoulder.
It does little to hide the fresh bite mark on the nape of is neck though.
"Aaaw, but you look so lonely sitting there by yourself when you could be under the blankets with me and Itachi," wiggly fingers then quickly snatch one of his cigarette's from the box to smoke himself, "Besides, Itachi might feel put out if we had some fun without him joining in."
Sometimes the bodyguard wonders how he ended up in this predicament; with two hot younger men he's supposed to guard from harm somehow getting into his pants and now here he was almost three years since the night that started it all. Champagne, a sniper trying to take them out in one swoop and then next thing he knew two dark haired beauties were coming on to him for physical comfort and pleasure.
Kisame snorts smoke out through his nose before he puts the cigarette out on the ash tray, "Tch...brat. You're gonna owe me one of yours when you get a pack."
"You wound me, Kisa," Shisui snorts as he uses the bodyguard's lighter for his own deathstick. Sure he knows how bad it is for him but one isn't a member of the Uchiha Clan with the promise of a long life.
Still Kisame watches him, watches the red glow of the lit cigarette makes is shrink with each inhale from those soft lips. It makes him move closer slightly while he placed a calloused hand on Itachi's side, "Hmmm. Still a brat..." he takes the lighter back-a gift from Itachi on the first year anniversary of being their bodyguard-that has a shark engraved on it, "How you two have managed to keep yourselves alive before I came around is a mystery."
"And if you two don't stop squabbling I'll show you how and ruin said mystery..." Itachi murmured from where he was between his two lovers.
No one would think such a prestigious and dutiful son of the Oyabun would ever indulge in debauchery with two men. Worse, the two he was in a relationship with, one of themw as his bodyguard. Something that makes Kisame smirk with a small bit of pride yet also fills him with wariness.
Without even thinking Kisame leans in to blow smoke by Itachi's ear while Shisui lies back down with a smile. The raven haired men looked beautiful, almost like two ethereal beings to him. Maybe if he ahd met them earlier when the world was still ideal he might have thought they were two deities rather than two young man who for some reason enjoyed his company enough to have a relationship with him.
He snorts when his actions earns a shiver down Itachi's back before Kisame chuckles when the heir gives him narrowed eyes.
"Come here and lie down.." Itachi murmured, reaching his hand up, "Just lie down with us...stay with us for a while..do you have anywhere else you need to be, Kisame?'
His eyes immediately soften before Kisame pulls up the blanket and puts out his second cigarette, "Mm...no. Not that I can think of."
"Plus everyone is off doing their thing..." Shisui crooked a finger while leaning down to nuzzle Itachi, "Come on you know you wanna. No one's gonna disturb us in here."
Itachi snorts and then smiles a bit; making something in the bodyguard grow soft while getting comfortable with his two men. He curls around Itachi, while his arm wraps around both of them and pulls them both away from the sight of the porch; his eyes narrowing softly as the red dot of the sniper rifle could no longer catch sight of it's targets. The bodyguard huffs as he reaches back and pulls the doors closed behind them before either of them could spot the potential danger.
After all, the two have been working really hard to keep the yakuza running, dealing with politicians and business owners as well as the law to ensure they were left alone to continue their personal dealings.
The last thing they needed was a sniper to ruin the peaceful moment; knowing that the guards outside would handle the little sneak easily enough.
"It's a little too warm...let's just put the air on yeah?" he rumbled softly, Shisui moving closer with a hum of agreement.
Even if this was part of his job that he was being paid for he knows that if push came to shove he would die for these two who somehow gotten him wrapped around their fingers.