Disclaimer: Fmeh, if it was mine we'd be seeing a lot more of this pairing is all I can say.

Warning: Yaoi, smut. (possible M rating)

A/N: Not the most original of ideas I suppose but it's my version hence I like it none the less. And I am eternally sorry it's two days late, please don't hate me is all I can say . . .

Uchiha Itachi – June 5th

"Man, Pein is a crazy bitch" Kisame moaned, collapsing onto his bunk after a long night of Kabuki dance and Noh theatre – he wasn't made for culture, he had decided.

Itachi said nothing in reply, only looked over his shoulder blankly at his blue-skinned comrade moaning about his numb posterior – swordsmen were not, apparently, made for sitting still for long periods of time – and turned back round, pulling the two crimson chopsticks out of his hair and slowly tying it back into a knot at the base of his neck. He noted that Kisame had stopped his moaning in favour of watching him.

At the first gentle swish that alerted Kisame to his partner's movements, all actions had been ceased in order to make way fort he show. "But what did you think Itachi-san? After all, it was your present" he asked from across the room, still following the lithe man's every move.

"I enjoyed it." Came the quiet reply and Kisame's ears picked up another swish as Itachi's obi was slowly un-knotted and fell to the ground, at the same time raising an eyebrow at his companion's words. Kisame had felt the irritation and killer-intent rolling off Itachi in waves; he was ready to kill someone by the end of the evening. Having not been able to exact his revenge on the numerous lecherous slimes that continued to grope his Itachi throughout the evening, Kisame had also been forced to death glare the bastards that came near his Uchiha.

Kisame continued to watch, entranced, as the rest of the Kimono fell from his lover's pale shoulders and onto the ground in a crimson heap. Slowly, Itachi brushed his right hand down the opposite arm and looked back over his shoulder once more, his eyes no longer crimson, but a deep black.

The swordsman crossed the room in seconds flat, coming to a halt behind the naked Uchiha, threading his arms around the smaller man's waist and whispering gruffly, "You're a tease"

Itachi's response was to raise one arm and stretch it backwards, pulling down Kisame's head to rest on his shoulder. The blue man nuzzled obligingly, before turning his partner round to admire him in all his glory, eyes finally coming to rest on that lingering smirk.

"Y'know Itachi-san?"

"Hmm?"

"It may be your birthday, but that doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you"

Itachi ran his fingers across Kisame's chest before moving them upwards to tug his lover's face down into a passionate kiss

"Well you asked for it" Kisame aid when they broke apart "Don't complain when you're too sore to walk"

"I never do" Itachi murmured still brushing his fingers over the tall man's neck, shoulders, arms and chest.

It was Kisame's turn to smirk now as he pushed his very own Uchiha back onto the bed and went about making that night one to remember.

Owari!

Methinks that was a weak ending, so review, constructive criticism welcome and ideas on nips and tucks also welcome!