Later that night, when we got back to the hotel after spending time outside, I find that I'm exhausted. Usually I could run for hours and not break a sweat – but for some reason today I'm out of it.

I attack the bed, falling onto my stomach and stuffing my face in a pillow. Hidan sits down next to me, asking what was up.

"Tired."

"…damn. You're getting' fucking old. Next thing you know you're gonna need a shittin' cane."

"Shut up, Hidan…"

He started cracking up. I glare at him and he laughs harder.

"The look on your face is so fucking priceless!!"

"…pah." I bury my face back into the pillow. It was nice when he wasn't being a royal asshole earlier today… "Shut up, Hidan, you're going to get old some day, too."

"Fucking hell. I'm immortal. I'll never age." His face was smug as all fuck. God damn him.

He tries to provoke me over and over for the next hour, testing my time and time again. It's extremely difficult to not blow up at him. I really don't like losing my temper – especially not now, not after all we did together. Eventually he shuts up, which comes as a relief, and I drift off into sleep.

Only to have Hidan wake me up a half hour later. "I heard a noise outside."

"…a noise? You woke me up for something making noise outside?"

"Yeah. Sounded fucking creepy."

"I'll tell you what's creepy – your talking head after it'd been sliced off."

"Shut up, you old fart, and go see what the fuck is outside."

"Fine, fine, whatever… geez." I'm still dressed in whatever I came back to the hotel room in. The usual Akatsuki uniform underneath the cloaks. Mine happened to expose my back, for reasons you probably wouldn't understand, so I won't go into it.

I get up reluctantly, my joints a little stiff and popping now and then, which only added insult to injury. Hidan started to jeer at me because of it. I fire something back at him as I move to the window, now thoroughly aggravated. The window opens and I bend over to poke my head out.

"There's nothing out here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yea—what are you doing?" He'd come up behind me and was strattling me. Since he was shorter, it didn't work out very well, but the meaning was obvious.

"Come and comfort me, Kakuzu… I don't want to be alone." His ran his hands up and down my back, and then slid them around my sides to fondle my front under my shirt. He knew what he was doing…

"All right, all right…" The window goes back to how it was before – closed – and we move over to the bed, where Hidan lays down on his back. Shirtless, of course, with his pants undone, and an expression on his face that made me want to pound into him.

"Kuzuuu," I raise an eyebrow at the nickname. "Protect me… I'm so fucking scared right now."

"Who are you and what did you do with Hidan?" I didn't question any further, proceeding to leave marks on his pale neck and collarbone, my large hands feeling his firm muscles wherever they could reach.

He pulls my shirt off up and over my head, leaving me to resume my work after he'd dropped it off to the side, and started to work on my pants. He'd gotten them undone with one hand in three seconds, which makes me wonder about his experience. Either he'd done it times before, or he's just talented that way.

Sooner or later he pulls me out from my pants, his eyes looking down to glean what he could of me, his fingers dancing around my hot flesh. After moment of petting me, he started to work on his own pants, pulling them off and discarding them. How he was bare underneath my body – bare and begging for what I had to offer.

My own fingers moved down his body for a sample of him, beginning to pump him affectionately, listening to his soft lamentations for more. If he wants more, then more is what I'll give him…

Carefully I lifted his legs up, earning a delighted noise from the Jashinist beneath me. My fingers searched, and discovered, and penetrated slowly. Hidan tightened around my fingers unintentionally, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head just thinking about how it'd feel around my length. I crooned softly, and got Hidan to relax. I figured we didn't need any lubrication, since Hidan liked it rough… besides, there wasn't any around, unless you wanted to use pure saliva.

I stretched him out slowly, experimenting with something. I probed deep, poking around his insides, searching. Moments later Hidan cried out, and I assumed I'd found what I was looking for. I poked again and received the same reaction from him, earning a smile on my face.

My fingers withdrew to allow something else to take their place. I positioned my secondary head carefully, quivering for a slight moment, listening to Hidan egging me to press on.

Time stood still for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, after what seemed to be long seconds [which were only a few] I pressed myself inside him, inside his tight opening, feeling his hot walls surrounding me. He constricted as he'd done earlier, making me gasp quietly.

I pushed in all the way and then paused, allowing Hidan a moment to adjust. He needed this moment. When he was ready, he nodded once, indicating for me to continue. So I pulled out almost all the way only to push back in.

We kept this up for a couple moments before I started to build a consistent beat. In and out, in and out, in and out – again, and again, and again. Everything built up until all I could hear were Hidan's moans, all I felt was nothing but pure pleasure and bliss… all I wanted, I realized, was right here. All I'd ever wanted was in my arms. All I'd ever needed…

Soon it got to the point where we were ready to explode. My hand had started fondling Hidan by now, and I was aiming in a certain way with my thrusts. I had him nearly screaming, and we didn't care who heard us or not.

It wasn't long before we finally peaked: Hidan all over our stomachs and my hand, and myself filling his insides. We slumped against one another, to bask in the aftereffects, holding one another close.

After a couple moments, I examined my messy hand with a small smile on my lips. Hidan looked up, his eyes half-lidded, watching me begin to lick my fingers clean. He chuckled softly. "Tastes weird, doesn't it?"

"Yeah… oh well…" We stayed silent for a couple moments. "You still scared?"

"No, I feel reassured as all fuck now, thanks."

"Good, good…"

"I think it might come back tomorrow night…"

"We're not going to be here."

"Oh yeah. Maybe later on."

"Later on… hmm." I know exactly what he's playing at. "Maybe later on."

Maybe things'll turn around for the better now. Concealing our… relations from Leader is going to be a little bit of a chore, since he seems to know everything, but I think we'll make it work.

Yeah, I think it'll work.