Practice drabble, attempt 2. I wrote this at work. So, yeah…

The title is also a pun. You know, the typical saying, ''the unsaid'' things not said things not done + irony, because this is a story about what they do.

Disclaimer: Nothing.

-The Undone-

It was not as if there was a lack of passion between the both of them – the opportunity just never arose. They did not hold hands; their digits clutched steal weaponry and formed seals. There were no stolen kisses; they barely spoke enough without that added intimacy. Even the thoughts of physically embracing or touching without pleasurable intentions seemed unnecessary. They did, however, share glances and gazes.

''You're beautiful'' Kisame would say if Itachi asked why his eyes were so concentrated.

''Thank you'' came the reply and nothing else would be uttered for hours.

The luxury of romance was not as their disposal. They denied its existence. But when they could afford a sheltered night, the hours were spent enthralled with each other's bodies; a hotel bed would rock until dawn.

In the morn – too early, they never slept, these nights were rare – when they woke up, entangled limbs and sheets intertwined and for those brief moments, the warmth of their passion no longer burned in ardor but mutuality and appreciation.

The flame died immediately from the suffocation of their routines. Itachi would always needlessly caress Kisame's jaw and Kisame would kiss Itachi softly. They then rose, dressed, and departed before the other clients had the chance to acknowledge their existence. But sometimes, their routine was excruciating. Their eyes, those red swirls, so enticing and their smirks, those dangerous teeth – denying their lust was far more threatening than the unknown.

The desire to roughly shove the Uchiha against a stonewall was overwhelming. And so, the deed was done. Kisame's physical presence was breathtaking, as was the delicious kiss, devouring his mouth.

They had resisted for so long… but that strong will dissipated in a hot lap of Kisame's tongue against Itachi's lips.

Fingers clutched the thick material of Kisame's robe as Itachi pressed into his partner. Although it was only a kiss, they went far beyond their restrictive boundaries. The physicality and yearning of their sex influenced each movement even though the next step was forbidden. Still, as they parted, thrilled and disappointed, there were smirks and a telling hue of red.

They continued walking without having acknowledged the incident, but it lingered. The idea of repeating the gesture was devious and it would undoubtedly drive them lustfully insane, but still, they desired the contact. Those moments, without beds and moans, were genuine. There was something more, indescribable, but unifying.

It was there…and maybe someday, they would be able to figure it out.

-EndE-

I need to stop writing endings that are not gratifying. wtf is up with this ambiguity?