This story is by a request from Angelas, hope you like it!

Oh, just a moth to a flame, nothing more. Or was it? Was it, when Kisame stared at burning red eyes and so much delicate pale flesh? Was it, when Itachi felt the burn of hot skin against his skin and craved more? Was it?

Yes, they lied to themselves, ecstasy coiling in their stomachs as they moved together in the hot, damp night. But the lie made it all the more fun. Teasing, toying with each other, moaning into the silence together, where none could here. And none would know. Who could? Who would guess the two stoic sociopaths were lovers in the dead, hellish night?

Noone knew but the wind. And though It spoke, it was in a language noone would understand. Its' call would go upon deaf, ignorant ears, unknown to the world, as there calls would go to the unlistening Earth. Beautiful in the secret, in the simplicity, but so much more complicated.

"Moth to the flame." Itachi moaned into the sheets, his body convulsing as his sight narrowed into almost nothing while the pleasure in his body exploded.

"Moth to the flame." Kisame agreed in a low, raspy whisper.

Do you hate me for that? It was kind of a teaser. Please review. I do realize it was kinda strange. But I actually like it...