Kisame & Itachi:
Kisame looked over at the bed where his partner laid, face down in the pillow. Every Christmas, it was the same thing; Itachi would lay in bed all Christmas Eve day and all Christmas Day. Kisame had never asked, but he'd always figured it was because he remembered all the Christmas' he had had with his family. Kisame was one of the few members of Akatsuki who knew what had really happened that night nine years ago. That had to be the reason…
Looking over at his partner again, Kisame felt a familiar stab deep within his chest, like a katana was being plunged in and out of his body. He knew the feeling quite well; for years now, he'd been feeling this stabbing, gnawing, tearing, aching, feeling deep within his self. The only reasonable explanation he could come up with actually wasn't even that reasonable…what if he was in love with the raven-haired Uchiha man? Feeling his cheeks start to get warm, Kisame looked back down at the newspaper that was in his hands. It told of the same old, same old. People died. People were married. Children were born. And the manhunt for the members of Akatsuki was still going strong.
The blue-skinned man sighed, throwing the paper to the other side of the room. This had caught Itachi's attention. "…something's bothering you." It hadn't been a question; he'd simply stated, seemingly already knowing the answer. Kisame looked over at the raven for a brief second. "Something's bothering you, too." the swordsman said back, his voice colder than he'd intended it to be. Hurt flashed as quick as lightning across Itachi's eyes, then they returned to their normal deadness. "…" the Uchiha laid back down, obviously pouting in his own way.
Guilt gripped Kisame's heart as he realized he'd truly offended the man laying opposite him. Sighing, Kisame got up from his chair, walked over to the bed, and grabbed the Uchiha's arm. Itachi looked up at him, a curious look on his face as Kisame dragged him to his feet and down the hall. The pair stopped at a certain doorway that had, only minutes before, been occupied by two other Akatsuki members.
Looking up, Itachi's confused look became even more puzzled. "Kisame," he started, his voice as cool as the wind that was blowing out side. "What are-" The raven was cut off by the taller man lightly brushing his blue lips against the Uchiha's. Itachi stared into Kisame's eyes, his expression changing. Slowly, carefully, Itachi wrapped his arms around his partner's neck, bringing their bodies closer together. The Uchiha placed his lips against Kisame's, waiting for the other man to respond. Kisame closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around Itachi, and deepened the kiss. He, timidly, brushed his tongue against his partner's- no, his lover's- lips, begging inwardly that he would be granted entrance. The raven-haired man parted his lips just enough for Kisame's tongue to slip in briefly.
Knowing that some else might walk in, and not wanting to get caught, Kisame broke the kiss reluctantly. Itachi opened his eyes, loosening his hug around the taller man's neck. Bending down to his ear, Kisame whispered teasingly, "I love you, Ita-chan." "I love you, too, Kisame," Itachi murmured back. Smiling, Kisame softly said, "Merry Christmas." He tightened his arms around Itachi, drawing him closer, and kissed his cheek. And for the first time since the incident, Itachi could've honestly said that he'd had a good Christmas.