Notice: This chapter was edited by bleepbloopbanana because I was like...this sucks; why should I make a story suffer from the begining when I know it can be better!? ENJOY!

A/N: Im starting this story, for god knows why…..lol

Summary: Kisame is sick and tired of Itachi's attitude, and he cant stand how gorgeous his partner is or his stubborn, superiority complex. After 6 months of putting up with him, he plans to fix it. S&M/pet keeping, becomes sexual S&M/pet keeping. I suggest mature readers only please.

Note: Itachi is 13 and 8 months and Kisame is 19.

Warning: Slight OOC, but this is a fanfics; of course it is OOC.

Control

Chapter 1: No More

-Akatsuki Headquarters-

"Kisame, get me the steel shiner." The blue-skinned man looked up from his spot on the floor, where he was 'preening' his Samehade. Itachi was on his bed sharpening and cleaning his kunai/shuriken. The object the brunet wanted happened to be on the desk three feet away from him.

"Get it yourself, you're closer." Kisame grumbled, pulling what seemed to be a chunk of dead skin from the scales of his sword. He studied it momentarily and looked up to see the deadly glare of a certain Uchiha. "What?"

"I asked you to get it." Itachi focused his Sharigan red eyes on him. Kisame clutched the preening tool in his hand. "So get it." Kisame stood slowly and Itachi smirked momentarily before continuing to sharpen him kunai.

"I don't take orders from you, Itachi." The red eyes turned back on him, and his yellow ones glared back.

"Excuse me?" Itachi slid off the bed and stood.

"I've exhausted my patience for your lack of respect and annoying superiority complex. You can kill an entire clan, so the hell what? Nobody gives a damn anymore. Get over yourself." Itachi glared darkly and struck out at Kisame. Kisame hissed and put a hand to his cheek. He felt the warm blood sleeping through the shallow wound, and hissed in irritation as he realized he'd moved in time to avoid decapitation.

"I'll do as I please, Kisame." Itachi smirked lightly.

'That little…I'm gonna have to break him.'

In a moment, Itachi was shocked to find himself pinned to the floor by his wrists and Kisame pinning his legs down with his own. He hid his emotions as Kisame was scowling at him merely inches away from his face.

"Listen here you little bastard! I'm not going to take anymore of your bullshit. You have no power over anyone here, especially me. You are going to obey me from now on, and see how you like being commanded like a dog!" Kisame's teeth nearly chipped as he gritted them together.

Itachi felt a spark of fear as his wrists were squeezed harder and harder, nearly to the breaking point. He knew Kisame was ten times stronger than him physically and he had no chance unless… He cursed at himself mentally as he realized he couldn't keep using the Sharingan as recklessly as he had been.

"Get out of my face." Itachi bit his lip to hold back a gasp of pain as his left wrist was snapped in half by Kisame's brute force.

"I'm sick of it! Knock it off or I'll break the other one!" Kisame squeezed harder on the other one causing the bones to creak. Itachi noticed the blood from the blue-skinned man's wound was dripping onto his face now, and suddenly felt terrified of his partner. He haphazardly tried to activate his Sharigan's ultimate power, but only managed to groan quietly when it caused severe pain. Reluctantly he swallowed his pride.

"F-fine, I-I will." He forced his head to the side, looking away, his pride bruised. He had always held control, even with his family, the ANBU, in every part of his life. He'd always had his way, he never lost! But here was Kisame, forcing him to bend to his will. He had never been ordered around before. Yet he was still young, and since he had never had a normal childhood, he never knew obedience - never knew that it wasn't unusual for a boy his age to still follow his parent's rules.

"You will what?" Kisame squeezed harder, causing his bones to strain painfully.

"I'll obey you!" Itachi yelled out, and then sighed in relief as the grip relaxed, even though his broken left wrist throbbed for immediate care. He blinked in slight confusion when Kisame smirked and stroked his face...like an animal.

"Good." Kisame shifted, straddling Itachi with his legs as the brunet cradled his wrist tenderly. "Now go have Deidara-san fix your wrist." Itachi, slowed by fright, warily slid away from Kisame and walked to the door, trying not to shake from fear and pain. "And Itachi."

The thirteen year old froze.

"Don't tell Deidara or anyone else what happened and treat him with respect. I'd like for you to live with the feeling that you are no longer in control." The shark-like man smirked to himself; he was having fun with this now. "And one more thing…I want you to call me Master."

Itachi stopped in his tracks and stared wide-eyed at the door. He couldn't be serious. Slowly turning he stared at the older male, who happened to have a serious smirk set on his face.

"Haven't you humiliated me enough?" he was desperate, he had never in his life been treated like this before.

"No, I have not. It could be much worse, understand pet?"

"But-"

"You are to say, 'I understand Master' got it?"

"I-" Itachi closed his mouth as Kisame's glare hardened and then he lowered his eyes. "I understand…M-master…" He hissed out, nearly gagging on the word. Itachi was not meant to be submissive like this, no way!

"Good boy, now go."

"Y-yes Master." Itachi scurried out the door and clutched his chest with his good hand as his heart pounded. He had never been so scared or embarrassed in his life, much less both at the same time!

-TBC-

A/N:…..I have problems.

Review, I want ideas and input, you guys should help write it! lol