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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Itachi was now quite aware of why he disliked swimming in the ocean. The water was cool, yes, and calming, and enticing, but the aftermath of the salt waves did nothing but frustrate him.

His hair was an absolute mess, and the drying salt water was not helping. So Itachi sat on the warm beach, watching his enthusiastic partner enjoying his absolute favorite pastime and carefully working his fingers through the tight knots in his salt encrusted hair.

Why did he leave it long again?

Itachi glanced out at his partner. Oh yeah…

Finally giving in, Itachi settled for pinning his hair up with a convenient pair of wooden chopsticks that he had washed after their lunch. At least the mess was out of his way.

Kisame was finally returning from the water.

The shark man settled beside him, a slight grin on his face when he saw his partner's current state.

He pulled on the chopsticks.

"You really shouldn't put your hair up like this," he murmured. Itachi leveled an annoyed glare at his partner. Kisame shrugged.

"Someone might mistake you for a woman."

The glare narrowed. Kisame only laughed in response, knowing by now that he was in no danger. It was fun to poke at Itachi like this, if only to see the man's reactions. Kisame fingered a few strands of hair that had fallen out of the chopsticks when he had tugged on them. He could feel the salt, sandy and coarse over the smooth hair.

He was also quite aware of the slight softening of Itachi's eyes.

Kisame's hand moved to the back of his partner's neck. There was another small glare, before Itachi's eyes returned to that peaceful state. They stayed that way for a few moments, before Itachi began to silently fidget once more.

There was a small grove of peach trees behind them, and Itachi's eyes flicked towards them. He was starting to get sick of being in the open.

Kisame nodded, and the two stood, brushing sand off themselves as they moved towards the trees. At least there the sun would not be so harsh. Itachi was already starting to look slightly pink.

The two settled down once more, Itachi's back to one of the trees and Kisame at his side. Kisame's hand wandered back up to his partner's neck, still curious.

The shark man didn't even have time to blink before something hit his face. He looked down to find a slightly overripe peach in his lap. And was Itachi actually blushing?

That glare told him quite seriously that if he said a thing he was going to die a very painful death.

And drowning was not an option. Maybe Itachi had been in the sun a little too long. Kisame certainly couldn't see the Uchiha blushing under any circumstance.

And still that curious hand found its way back to Itachi's neck. This time Itachi didn't retaliate, only sat there, letting Kisame stroke the back of his neck and the loosening hair. In a way, the Uchiha actually seemed to be enjoying the contact.

Either that or Kisame was going to be one very dead shark in the morning.

A pair of black eyes met his. Was that a smirk? Seriously, Kisame was almost certain he had seen more facial expressions on Itachi in the last few minutes then he had seen since they had been paired together.

"You shouldn't tease me."

Was Kisame hearing things right? The still lingering almost-smirk on Itachi's face said he was. The Uchiha moved closer.

This had to be some kind of genjutsu… right?

A pair of lips ghosted near his.

Apparently not…

This was turning out to be an extremely odd day, was the last coherent thought to go through Kisame's head.

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Nice day at the beach, eh? Part of my challenge was a 'first time' idea... I'm still shocked I managed to get all four of the main pieces of the challenge in here.