The sound of Kisame shutting off the TV woke Itachi.

The Uchiha could tell that it was still night, so Kisame probably wanted to go to bed, which meant that the Uchiha would have to move to let him up.

However, Itachi was feeling rather lazy right now, and had no intention of giving up the nice warm shark he was cuddling into at the moment. Who knew Kisame was this comfy...

He felt a pressure applied to his head, which he soon determined to be Kisame's hand. The shark's fingers wove themselves into his hair, and gently began combing out the knots in it. Well well. Apparently Kisame was a bit more confident when Itachi was asleep. Or at least pretending to be.

The weasel's attention was momentarily pulled away by the feeling of Kisame's other hand traveling across the shark's lap and coming to rest on Itachi's thigh. The Uchiha very nearly frowned at the movement, but managed to keep up the illusion of unconsciousness. What was the shark doing?

It seemed that not even Kisame could answer that question, because he hesitated after that, eventually stopping his movements all together. Finally, after a period of time that was nothing short of an eternity to the weasel, Kisame began moving again. He began by sliding his other hand down the weasel's body and around Itachi's waist. Then, to the weasel's shock, Kisame picked him up.

The movements were slow and gentle, as if the shark was afraid of waking his boyfriend (which he no doubt was). Itachi made the appropriate mumbles and movements to make the shark think he was interrupting the weasel's sleep, before quieting down once more. Staying still no doubt would have let Kisame in on the truth in a flash.

Finally, Itachi was all the way in his boyfriend's lap, body turned to the side, ear pressed against the shark's pounding heart. It took a while, but Kisame finally calmed himself down, his heartbeat slowing to a normal rate.

Itachi now had to resist smiling. This was a much more pleasurable way of sleeping than burying your face in a couch cushion.

Suddenly, the shark's pulse picked up again. What was it this time?

Kisame took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. "You really do look like an angel," he whispered softly.

Now it was the Uchiha's heart that began pounding. How Kisame had said that...it wasn't like when a mother told her child that they looked like an angel. It was how a lover would speak to their significant other.

He heard Kisame chuckle softly, and a moment later the shark's hand was against his cheek. "But I'm betting that if I said that to your face, you'd never speak to me again." The hand began moving, gently brushing away the Uchiha's onyx colored hair, tucking it behind his ear. A second later, Itachi felt a pair of lips press themselves against his forehead.

Before he could stop himself, Itachi's eyes shot open.

Both the shark and the weasel froze. Clearly neither one of them had planned for this.

Itachi made the first move, dropping his gaze as his hand shot out, grabbing onto Kisame's wrist and pulling the hand away from his face. Kisame didn't resist, probably afraid that it would result in the wrist being broken.

Only vaguely aware of what he was doing, Itachi moved the hand down, eventually placing it directly over his own heart. Kisame's eyes widened ever so slightly when he felt how fast the muscle was beating. "Itachi?"

"..."

"Itachi??"

"..."

"Angel?"

"You're comfy," the weasel murmured, shutting his eyes and nuzzling into the shark's chest.

Kisame raised a brow; he'd expected a lot of different reactions, but this wasn't one of them.

Gradually, the Uchiha's heart slowed down, and soon both his heart rate and breathing were slow and easy, indicating he'd fallen asleep again. Carefully, so as not to wake the smaller teen a second time, Kisame lifted his boyfriend up, carrying him out of the room and into his bedroom.

He could get killed in the morning for this. But for now, he'd just try and enjoy having Itachi curled up next to him.