Operation Red Moon

By: Sneaky Cat

Disclaimer: Seriously now... I wouldn't have nearly as much fun messing with the characters if I owned them... Ok, so I lied... but still... Don't own.

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: KisaitaKisa (a.k.a. Kisame/Itachi)

Warnings: Some OOCness, sillyness, Akatsuki members, and shonen-ai... and yet more suggestive jokes.

Notes: These drabbles are the result of a series of challenges sent to me by a very tweaked out Clever Audrey. I am so proud of myself.

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Kisame loved hot springs. He loved the water, the warmth, the little curls of steam running up his back and the softly worn rocks under his thighs. So when, having just finished their latest mission, he and Itachi had stopped by a town well known for its springs, he had taken full advantage of the opportunity to indulge.

Itachi hadn't complained; he had no urge himself to move along to their base. It wasn't as if they didn't have time. So the two found themselves, that night, seated in a private spring near the back of the complex relaxing in the warm water.

Kisame was thrilled.

Itachi, however, was bored.

At first he amused himself by watching his partner relax through the steam, carefully mapping the taller man with his eyes. Kisame had never been what people would call attractive, but he was intriguing none the less.

Animalistic, hard and dangerous. Thrilling. Though it had been awhile before Itachi had admitted it, he had always been attracted to the strange, shark-like man.

He edged closer. Musing and staring were doing little to quell his boredom.

Time for a new approach.

Kisame was more than a little surprised to feel the smaller man settling behind him, tracing intricate lines across his back. Even when in private, Itachi did not always enjoy close contact.

"Bored?" the shark man asked, amusement in his voice and eyes. Itachi gave a noncommittal glance in return, and Kisame found himself relaxing into his partner's light touch. Itachi rarely took the opportunity to initiate anything, all the more reason to indulge further.

The touches soon changed to soft kisses and nips along his shoulders, and Kisame sighed in contentment.

A sharper nip was Itachi's answer to that sigh.

Kisame glanced back at the shorter man.

"You are bored aren't you."

A soft smirk in response. Kisame rolled his eyes heavenward.

"It was a boring mission," Itachi told him, voice soft, low and breath brushing across Kisame's ear. The shark-man fought back a shiver of excitement. Having a man that could easily tear you apart at your back and knowing that he wouldn't was always a little exhilarating.

"And that means?" Kisame knew exactly what Itachi meant, and he wasn't complaining in the slightest.

A slim arm wrapped around Kisame's waist, followed shortly by a strong pair of thighs pressing against his.

"Entertain me," Itachi murmured. Kisame could feel a warm wetness caress his sharp ear.

He was all too willing to oblige.

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Well, now you understand the shonen-ai warning. ;p