Kisame was beautiful in the ocean. Obito had thought this to himself many times before and yet it always seemed to catch him unaware, pulling the breath from his chest and squeezing his heart until each beat pounded in his ears. Tonight was no different.

The hidden alcove they were in was lit only by the moon, whose light reflected on the water and shimmered on Kisame 's broad shoulders. His soulmate stood waist deep, water lapping at his sides as he stood still and tilted his head back, gazing silently up at the stars. Obito watched him for a while, simply taking in his rough-hewn beauty. The night air around them was cool and silent; not even a cricket or seabird disturbed their perfect solitude.

Looking was only good for so long, however, and soon enough Obito found his feet moving across the sand until they dipped in to the ocean. He waded out step by step until the sound of his passage made Kisame turn to look at him.