Dedicated to @sommergymnastica who's book "Encore" inspired this story <3

The swarm in Itachi's stomach had moved up into his chest. His breathing was shallow and his heart pounded away at the way Shisui was staring at him.

Shisui's grip on his waist tightened – if that was even possible. They were flush against each other, under the orange glow of a streetlight on a starry night. Shisui's eyes held an emotion Itachi could finally place – adoration. He could place the gentle emotion, because that was what he was feeling for Shisui.

Shisui's unoccupied hand cupped his face with such gentleness that it broke Itachi's heart. There were no fiery, wild emotions. In the gentle breeze that kissed their faces, Shisui stared at Itachi as if he were the most precious thing in the world. The butterflies grew, beating against the confines of his ribcage, begging, pleading to be set free with a few words.

But Itachi didn't know what words would set the butterflies free.

And neither did Shisui. The moment simply couldn't be described. It was what he was waiting for – only, he didn't expect the feeling to be as strong as it was. Itachi was here, with him – in his arms. Not with Kakashi – not shared with the hungry eyes of his classmates. Itachi was here with him. He stroked his thumb over Itachi's cheekbone – relishing the soft skin.

"Look...Itachi...I know I'm not perfect", Shisui said breathlessly, lost in Itachi's onyx eyes, "But what I do know is that I don't want to share this side of you tonight."

The butterflies raged inside of Itachi. He felt like he was floating on the sea that is Shisui – still and deep.

And he didn't know if he ever wanted to find land.

"Shisui...if anyone is perfect, it's you", Itachi whispered.

The tension was palpable as they breathed in each other's exhalation, their hearts beating fast and true. As close as possible wasn't close enough. The distance – even though they were flush against each other – was too painful to bear. Itachi wanted to be closer, so much so that it hurt.

"Itachi...I can't tell you how much I-"

Itachi lightly placed his index figure on Shisui's lips, "Then show me..."

Shisui didn't need further instruction, he gently lowered Itachi's hand and ducked down, pressing his lips desperately against Itachi's. His heart was beating too fast – to the extent that it caused him pain.

The pain immediately disappeared as he felt Itachi kiss him back – with equal ferocity. Their lips dance against each other, igniting a brilliant, white-hot light. Itachi threw his arms around Shisui's neck as Shisui pulled Itachi against him. There was no fight – no resistance, only true vulnerability – so bright that it was blinding.

Their first kiss.

Itachi jumped up, without breaking their kiss – and Shisui caught him easily as Itachi wrapped his legs around Shisui's waist. The kiss was growing more desperate as seconds ticked passed, signalling the deadline. The message was portrayed in desperate movements as each second passed by.

Eventually they had to break apart – dizzy and in need of fresh air. Itachi huffed in air, his heart bouncing around in his chest. He leaned his forehead against Shisui's, his eyes closed. But, Shisui's weren't, his eyes devoured the sight that is a dishevelled Itachi – a panting mess.

"Itachi", Shisui huffed, "Look at me."

As if by instinct, Itachi opened his eyes – still huffing in air. The eye contact was searing. Itachi didn't know what to do as Shisui's eyes stared straight into his. It made him restless – he didn't know what he wanted.

Yet he craved it so bad.

They remained like that, Itachi's legs wrapped around Shisui, Shisui's arms holding Itachi up – and both of them breathing in deeply, in a desperate search for air.

"Will you skip the dance with me?" Shisui huffed out – in a need for an answer.

Itachi rested his head against Shisui's neck, "Gladly."

And in that exact same position, Shisui walked them to his house – never breaking eye contact with Itachi.

*****

Shisui eventually – although reluctantly – released Itachi from his hold.

"Don't mind my parents", he said sheepishly, "They tend to pry...a lot."

Itachi smiled easily.

Shisui took a deep breath and opened the door, leading Itachi to the living room by the wrist.

"You're home early!" Shisui heard his mother call from the kitchen.

"How was it?!" His father yelled from beside his mother.

Shisui smiled encouragingly to Itachi, trying to ease his nerves, "We have a guest!"

Pots and pans fell to the floor, creating a symphony of dings, as his parents basically ran to the living room.

"Oh my goodness!" His mother gasped.

"Is this him? Itachi?" His father asked excitedly.

Itachi held out his hand politely, "It is a pleasure to meet you sir."

Shisui's father howled, "Did you hear that? He called me sir! Get over here!" And Shisui's father engulfed him in a bone crushing hug.

Shisui pried his father off of Itachi, "Ok, dad, don't crush him!"

Itachi continued smiling happily.

"You two have kissed right?!" His mother screeched.

And with that signal, Shisui grabbed Itachi's hand and led him up the stairs, "Bye!"

"No! Wait! Doors open!" He heard his mother call from downstairs.

Shisui ignored his mother's call and locked the door, pressing Itachi against it. Shisui didn't waste another second as his lips captured Itachi's – kissing him furiously.

Itachi's hands gripped Shisui's collar, pulling him as close as possible. In return Shisui's arms tightened around Itachi's waist. Their kiss's hunger grew in intensity. Itachi wrecked his surrounds in search of what he wanted.

Shisui knew what Itachi wanted – but didn't suggest it.

Itachi broke off the kiss, panting, "Shisui, I want you closer", Itachi panted, pulling Shisui by the collar, "Closer", Itachi mewled.

"Itachi...This is as close as I can get", Shisui huffed. He knew that Itachi didn't know much about sex, and he wasn't going to get into that anytime soon.

"No, closer", Itachi moaned against Shisui's ear – the sound driving Shisui insane as Itachi's fingers clawed at his clothes.

Shisui gritted his teeth and took a deep breath as he stepped back reluctantly – ignoring his impure thoughts, despite how badly he wanted to act on them. Itachi panted, trying to quell his racing heart.

"What's wrong?" Itachi asked breathlessly.

Shisui clenched his jaw, his restraint slowly crumbling, "I can't think straight when you're dressed like this." Shisui made his way to his closet and handed a slightly dishevelled Itachi a hoodie.

"The bathroom is through that door...do you mind putting that on?" Shisui signalled to the door adjoined to the bedroom.

"You don't like me dressed like this?" Itachi asked softly.

"Believe me, I like you dressed like this...but I'm struggling to control myself when you look so appealing", Shisui said in a deep, husky voice.

If it were even possible, the swarm within Itachi grew. He swallowed harshly and smiled shyly. He made his way to Shisui's bathroom on shaky legs – his heart still racing. He softly closed the door behind him.

Shisui sighed and laid down on his bed, trying his utmost best to return the blood flow from his manhood to his brain. He closed his eyes and took a series of deep breaths. He wanted so badly to devour, to ravage Itachi. To hear him moan his name – but he knew it was much too soon.

The bathroom door clicked open, "Do I look better now?" Itachi asked shyly.

Shisui opened his eyes and looked at Itachi. Shisui's hoodie was too big – to the extent that Itachi's collarbone's showed slightly. The hoodie went down to his thighs and the sleeves covered his hands. Itachi fiddled with the sleeves.

Shisui's jaw clenched again – but decided to focus on the satisfaction of Itachi wearing his clothes. Itachi's pants still clung to his legs, but luckily for Shisui he couldn't see Itachi's thighs.

And his ass, Shisui thought in relief.

"You look amazing", mumbled softly, "You always look amazing."

Itachi smiled a shy smile. Shisui patted the empty spot of the bed next to him – signalling for Itachi to lie down next to him. Itachi shuffled over to the bed and laid down, facing Shisui.

They remained like that staring into each other's eyes, Shisui's hand cupping Itachi's face. The tension had disappeared, all that was left was a soft hum in the air as they admired one another – never feeling as lucky as they did that night.

A/N: Dearest readers, I apologise profusely fornot updating the last two days! To make up for it I plan to post anotherchapter later today! Let me know what you think of Shisui and Itachi'srelationship thus far!