A/N: I do not own these characters. This story is just how they could be brought together. I tried to stay faithful to everything. This is just the first installment. I like the idea of Kisame and Kakuzu being drinking mates. XD Please enjoy and review!

"Don't think I want to be doing this," Leader-sama muttered. "But this mission would require you two." I sighed, rather bored at the prospect. "The thing is, from what I've been able to gather, Zetsu has been kidnapped. Now, this usually wouldn't be a problem, at least for us, but evidently a poison has been administered. From clues picked up by various spies, Sasori has formed the antidote. All we need is to get Zetsu and the antidote together." Leader-sama rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. "And that, I fear, would not work with anyone else. You can see how any other partners would handle this." That brought a smile to my lips, thinking of Sasori turning everyone into puppets, and Kakuzu turning Zetsu in for a bounty.

I looked at my partner. A fucking thirteen year old brat, probably never had a mission like this in his life. He was smart, obviously, but just book smart. If attacked, he could defend himself. But he hadn't had to, yet. "Your subordinate is captured, and we have to save him?" Itachi asked.

"You have to go administer an antidote," Leader-sama snapped. "You'll see what I mean. That is all, you are both dismissed." I stand and bow, then get the hell out of there. I stomped down to my room and started packing my things.

In the beginning, it was just me, Kakuzu, Zetsu, and Leader. Of course, Konan was there, but not really. She was only brought out in emergencies. Then Sasori joined, and started calling it all an "evil organization". Zetsu ate one of his arms to spite him. Sasori was the first really evil one. The one who killed for no reason, not even claiming he was under orders. And hey, it's cool by me, but I know it annoys Kakuzu and Zetsu. Then, of course, Orochimaru showed up, and it all went to shit. Everyone had a different agenda, was trying to use the organization to gain power. Tell me, what does being in Akatsuki give you, asides from a cool outfit, lame cloak, dorky hats that are always lost, and a fucking annoying partner? How can you use us to gain power? And now, we have to deal with a clan slaughterer. Tell me, I thought we were a terrorist organization for peace. Since when did we get psychos? Admittedly, anyone willing to salute a double standard oxymoron after reaching the top couldn't quite have all their marbles, but at least we were civil. Christ, we were a bunch of guys you could sit down and have a beer with, and play cards with! Now, with Sasori and Orochimaru and Itachi, it was just awkward.

Itachi opened the door to my room and stepped in. "What do you want, twerp?" I growled, agitated at him invading my space. I had vowed to find a different annoying nickname for him, until he was old enough to finally show some guts and stand up to me.

"A map," the twerp replied in a monotone.

"So go get one," I snapped.

"The map is in your room," he pointed out, as if making a point.

"So get it," I sighed, stuffing an extra set of clothes into my pack. He walked over to my messy desk and plucked a paper up, scrutinizing it. He then set it down, and picked up another. This went on until he found a map that suited his fancy. He then looked up at me as he folded it and stored it inside his cloak.

"One day…" he said coldly, "I'll be ordering you around." I snorted. Fucking brat.

"Yeah, but until then…" I leapt over to him and quickly putting him in a headlock and giving him a noogie. He emitted a squeak and pushed against me, but in muscle mass, I had him beat. But I released him, and laughed heartily when he vainly straightened his hair, giving me a Sharingan glare. "Still got a ways to catch up, kid," I laughed, and he left angrily.

.

Don't think that I have anything against kids. Nah, kids are fine by me. When I first joined Akatsuki, Zetsu was about Itachi's age. I think. When I was being introduced to everyone, I scoffed at having someone so young among our ranks. Zetsu had yawned, and told me to think what I wanted. But I could also, if I cared to, look at his record that nearly doubled mine. And then he had grinned at me. I don't know, it was something that had made us close. Sure, Kakuzu is my main buddy, the guy I'd go out and get hammered with, but Zetsu understands me. Kakuzu has chosen his appearance. Zetsu and I haven't. Even though he's still a kid.

So no, kids aren't my creed. It's brats. Brats and spoiled children who've had everything handed to them on a silver platter. It's kids like Itachi that bug me. Kids who were never teased, never had things go wrong, never had to fend for themselves. Kids who think they're all that, but who are only book smart. Not street smart. From the talks I had had with Zetsu (like I said, the guys you drink beer with and play cards with) he had learned almost all from experience.

We infiltrated the base, no sweat. I wanted to do it noisy and messy, mainly just to cramp Itachi's style, but we simply slipped in. "Where is he being held?" Itachi asked.

"Probably the highest security one," I replied. We found our way down to the basement, and I cringed. No matter what kind of security, Zetsu could break out if there was at least sunlight or earth. Putting him in a basement cell was suffocating. Soon, though, we busted open the door and slunk in. The air was stiflingly dark, and I could smell dirt, blood, and sick- the usual smells of a cell. "Stand watch. I'll go give it to him," I ordered. Itachi stood obediently by the door. I reveled in the times he would just obey. That would end soon, though.

I walked further into the cell, and as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I noticed where Zetsu was. He was cuffed and gagged, his hands nailed to the ground. His skin was sliced open and swollen in many places, a lot of his gashes already becoming infected. What had happened to his chakra? Oh, and he was completely naked. Not that it bothered me, or I liked it. Just saying.

I rushed over to him, kneeling by his side. "Zetsu…" I whispered. His black side cracked an all gold eye open, dully. I was sitting so I was straddling his legs, wondering how to go about giving him the antidote. And then Zetsu's feet collided heavily with my chest, sending me back a good metre. I crawled back to him; there was only man-power behind that kick, after all. "You flexible little shit, I'm here to give you the fucking antidote," I growled. Zetsu's eye didn't register anything. "Hey, little shit, can you hear me?" I asked. His whole body gave a twitch, and his other eye opened. His mouth went slack, and a mouthful of blood bubbled forth. "Aw, shit, kid, don't go out on me," I muttered, quickly getting the antidote out.

I wrapped a string around Zetsu's upper arm, tying it as tight as I could. I wondered if his battered body, with its oozing lacerations, could even feel pain at this point. I inserted the needle and injected the purple frothing liquid of the antidote. Once this was done, I untied Zetsu's arm and got off him, waiting. "Let's go," Itachi hissed.

"What?" I gasped. Zetsu's eyes had closed, and his entire body was slack.

"We were sent to administer an antidote, Kisame," Itachi said coldly. I rolled my eyes.

"Leader-sama wouldn't be happy if we didn't come back with him," I argued.

"But that has nothing to do with us."

"What do you mean?" I asked, aghast. At the very least, when Zetsu got out of this mess, Itachi's room was going to have man-eating plants everywhere. Did Itachi not care about the man-eating plants?!

"You've administered the antidote, our mission is complete." Itachi's eyes swirled dangerously.

"Kisame… Zetsu is not our priority. There are guards coming down both ends of the hall as we speak." I looked down at Zetsu. At least I had to check his vital signs, to make sure- "Now, Kisame!" Itachi barks. I ignored him, and bent, checking Zetsu's pulse. It was feeble.

"Itachi-" I started, but then my partner was grabbing me and heaving me out of the door.

After our escape, we get a room at an inn. I took the first shower, pissed as hell. I let the warm water wash away what would have been tears, if I could cry. But I don't. So I just let the water run down my face, letting it stand for what I couldn't allow. I then wrapped a towel around my waist and exited the bathroom. Itachi sat on his bed, looking disinterested as he went through his things. "Itachi…" I said slowly, "I know you're taught to take death as a failure, but this is just wrong."

"And who are you to tell me what's wrong?" Itachi asked delicately.

"The son of the Daimyo of Kiri, who is still alive," I growled. Itachi stared at me apathetically. "All right, twat, you think you're so smart, why don't you answer a few questions." Itachi just stared. "Is Zetsu most likely dead or alive?"

"Dead."

"All right. And why is that?"

"He was weak and was captured," Itachi replied without hesitation.

"All right. And why was he captured?"

"He allowed himself to be poisoned."

"And how did he do that?"

"Either he inhaled it or ate it or was injected with it."

"He wasn't injected nor did he inhale it. No one usually gets that close to Zetsu, and neither does intoxicated air. He's got plants that filter out that." Itachi shrugged.

"So he ate it," he said.

"Right. What does Zetsu eat?"

"Food, I would assume?"

"He eats bodies, Itachi. That's all. He gets all the other shit he needs from photosynthesis." Itachi nodded, slowly.

"So he eats humans. It's easy to be poisoned through that."

"But he doesn't eat just any humans."

"I don't see where you're going with this, Kisame," he said slowly, eyeing me.

"He eats the bodies Leader-sama tells him to. Otherwise, he just makes do with photosynthesis." Itachi finally understood.

"I see. So he was ordered to eat the intoxicated body?"

"Yes. And he might've even known. So is it his fault for following orders?"

"…"

"Exactly." I crossed my arms over my chest. "So Leader-sama sends me, one of his original employees, to go and correct his mistake, and you, the newbie, drag us off." I glowered at the kid. "From now on, I call the shots, got it, punk? I give the orders, I make the decisions, and I say what the mission is about. Got it?" I leaned down so we were looking into each other's eyes. He shivered a bit and got up, going to the bathroom and locking the door. I knew I had made an impact.

Itachi paused. We were almost back at base, and I was anxious to report back and maybe get Zetsu some help. "What's the hold up?" I snapped. Itachi pointed to the ground. I looked over his shoulder easily. The branches of the tree above us, and the angle of the sun, cast a shadow that looked remarkably like a hand giving us the middle finger. I sighed, pretending not to think anything of it.

"Come on," I sighed. "Let's keep going."

We made it to base, and went directly to report to Leader-sama. We stepped into his office, where he was sitting at his desk, looking thoughtfully at a newspaper. "Be seated," he said without looking up. But his tone was icy and deadly. We sat obediently. Leader-sama folded the paper and tossed it on the desk. "Take a look." We did. The front page contained a large picture of an enormous crater.

"You getting into astronomy?" I asked, utterly perplexed.

"That's where I sent you, that very same base," Leader-sama sighed. "The water supply of all the neighboring villages is contaminated, and everyone who isn't a botanist within a ten kilometer radius is suffering some sort of illness. It's a huge fucking mess. They haven't even begun to count the deaths from the destruction, because so many of the corpses are just missing." Leader-sama pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back, closing his eyes. "All thanks to you two."

"Us?" Itachi asked, voice hollow. "We didn't-"

"Shh," I hissed at him. "Leader-sama, I told you he needed a partner."

"I still don't think that's a very good idea. It would be like pairing you with a fish. Shark and fish don't work together, human and Zetsu don't work together." But now he was glaring. "I haven't even gone into your rooms, but I can smell it. So, knowing all of this, care to tell me what happened?"

"We administered the antidote," Itachi said with a shrug.

"I was trying to make sure he was all right, when Itachi here dragged me off." Leader-sama nodded.

"Itachi, why did you force poor, little Kisa-chan over here to leave?" he asked. I knew what he was implying, and it stung.

"We had completed our mission, and staying any longer would have been a threat to our wellbeing," Itachi answered. Leader-sama nodded.

"You are dismissed. I'll expect a full write-up by tomorrow." Itachi and I stood and bowed, before leaving down the hall to our rooms. Leader-sama was right; you could definitely smell the corpses from here. I gulped. Time to be brave.

"You know those corpses they couldn't find?" I said. Itachi looked at me. "We're about to find them." And we parted ways, each going to our own room. I put my hand on the doorknob, wincing and taking a deep breath. I opened my door, but I closed my eyes. I was not, however, hit with an overwhelming stench. I opened my eyes, to see my room utterly neat. Like, not just tidied up. It was freakishly, spotlessly, clean. It was as if Leader-sama had hired anal, obsessive-compulsive maids who worked magic. There wasn't a speck of dust or dirt to be seen, all my papers were in order, the carpet and walls were washed, along with the one window. The bed was made so perfectly, it looked like it had never been touched.

At the far end, looking out the window, stood Zetsu. He was dressed in tight black pants, black socks, and a long sleeve, turtle neck black shirt. His leaves were gone. He seemed at peace, observing the countryside. "What the fuck?" I asked, stepping back out and checking to make sure it was my room. It was. I stepped back in, and Zetsu turned his head lazily to me.

"Oh. You're back," he said quietly.

"That's my line," I retorted dumbly. "What're you doing here?"

"I've spent many nights in here," he replied. "You think even I can clean your room in a day?"

"You did this?" I asked, looking around. Zetsu merely nodded. Shit. He must've planted spores everywhere. "Why?" I demanded. Zetsu shrugged, turning back to the window.

"I came in, planning on planting spores, or hanging corpses around, but when I got in here, it was so messy, I couldn't stand it. So I started cleaning. And once I started, I wasn't mad anymore." His voice was soft, and I didn't sense a threat in it. His black hand was toying with the lace curtain that hadn't been there when I had left. "I guess I was mad at you in the first place for no reason. So I just began cleaning." I quickly walked over to him, closing the door after myself.

"Hey, dude, stop it. I should be the one who's apologizing, man." I lay a hand on his shoulder and he hissed, pulling away. "Shit, I'm sorry!" I cried. Zetsu sighed, shaking his head.

"You… you understand the mission you were sent on," he said.

"Yeah."

"Then you know it was to correct a mistake, no?" I nodded at his words. "Then you know you are not the one who needs to be forgiven."

"No, I'm sorry. Itachi dragged me off." I was growing a bit nervous, having those yellow eyes on me. He leaned forward and lightly, so lightly I almost didn't notice, traced his fingers across my chest. With his black hand, as black as night.

"I… could never be angry at you, Kisame. You understand, don't you?" He looked hopefully up into my eyes. I nodded.

"Yeah. I get it." There was something we both understood. It was a thing, I guess, with being a monster. When he went psycho, and you only heard about what was left in the papers, I understood that. Here he was, trapped as a part human, part beast. And so was I.

His hand dropped to his side suddenly, and he looked away. I lifted my larger hand to cup his cheek, and make him look at me. I'm surprised he did so willingly, but I knew it was what he wanted to be doing. Slowly, our yellow eyes met. Swiftly, I leaned down so our noses touched and then our lips. It was a simple touch, his lips were very chapped, and I knew mine were rough against his.

All too soon he pulled away, looking curiously into my eyes. He then drew close, flush up against my body. He hummed slightly, lightly, and traced a hand across my collar bone, before he wrapped his arms around my neck and brought our mouths together. We kissed more heatedly, mouths open and tongues slipping and sliding against one another. His fingers grabbed my hair harshly, manipulating my head as we continued our kissing, and I let my hands rest on his hips, drawing us closer. But two creatures can only handle so much kissing, before they needed air, and so we soon parted. We panted against each other's lips for a moment, before he slid a leg around my waist. Damn, that kid was flexible. I looked down into his eyes, and saw many things. Lust, first of all, clouded over. But there was a calm trust and willingness behind it, coupled with the almost alien intelligence I always saw. "Are you sure?" I breathed. "You're only seventeen, just a child." Zetsu laughed, placing his leg once more on the ground and looking teasingly up into my eyes.

"For a child, there are two unknowns. One is death, which they might never truly understand until they become like us. Hands that have killed are no longer the hands of a child. For a child, the second unknown is sexual activity." He looked deep into my eyes then. "I am no child." I sighed, kissing him once more. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, arms around his torso and pulling us closer.

Who had been willing? I myself hadn't lost my v-card until my early twenties. He wasn't even twenty. I lifted my head to look him in his eyes. No. Those were not the eyes of a child, nor even a teenager. I kissed him sweetly. But he would have none of that, and nibbled at my lip. I felt his fangs, and felt the danger behind him. I separated us, and looked down at him. He stepped back from me, and took my hand in both of his. "Come with me," he said, and led me from my room and down the hall to his room. It was dark and cold, but now vaguely resembled mine. It was just as anally clean, save a large red splatter on one wall, and it was lacking a window. He closed the door behind us and kissed me passionately, and I felt his control.

We fell on the bed, tangling our lips and sucking lips and tongues. Zetsu gripped my shoulders tensely, nails biting into my shirt. "Hmm," I hummed against his panting lips. "How many ways, Zetsu, could you kill me right now?" I asked. Zetsu dragged his fingers down my bicep.

"Many…" he said slowly. I raised an eyebrow. He leaned up and whispered dangerously in my ear, "don't doubt me." I chuckled. "An expert with a pebble can still beat a novice with a shuriken."

"And how many ways can you disembowel me with a pebble?" I asked.

"Depends." We just stared into each other's eyes, seeing all the unsaid emotions. This was a man. This was a man who would be in control, and never lose that control. He was a man who would order me, and lead me, and maybe even take me if he so wished. He rolled now, his skinnier body atop my own. Those hands slipped up my shirt, teasingly. Devilish fingers traced the contours of my muscles, and I couldn't stand it anymore. I flipped us so now I straddled him on the bed. His body merely arched eagerly into mine. The beast within me was aroused, and I bent down, kissing him savagely. I tried to be careful, but I still sliced his tongue with my fangs.

We parted instantly, him looking up at me in surprise. He spit out the blood, and the cut, I'm sure, was already healed. I licked his blood off my lip. "I'm sorry-" I started, but he lurched up, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth. And he bit. Pain flooded my mouth, as blood flooded both of our mouths. Zetsu parted our mouths, and giggled maniacally. I felt fear clench my heart like an iron cold hand.

But then he leaned up and lovingly licked away the blood, and the cut, which had pierced through my entire lip, suddenly grew together. I gingerly touched it. No pain, not even a scar. I chuckled. "So this is why you're our medic?" I asked teasingly. Zetsu smirked at me, a dribble of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. I bent and licked it slowly, before pressing our mouths together once more. His arms were around my neck, and one of his legs wrapped around my torso. I smirked into our kiss at Zetsu's flexibility. We parted, and his hands tugged gently at my shirt. Politely, almost, seeing as he probably knew several ways to get it off without my consent. I sat back, stripping it off quickly. Zetsu smiled, raking his eyes intensely over me. I saw he was growing excited, but also a twinge of fear gripped me. He was looking at me like I would look at a steak. Zetsu looked up at me and frowned.

"I'm not going to eat you, Kisame," he said. "Even if I wanted to." I smiled shakily. Zetsu gave a twisted, knotted frown. "Unless… you want me to…" Zetsu wiggled out from under me and sat up. But then he dived down, arms on my thighs. He made perfect eye contact as, with his tongue and teeth, he undid the button and fly of my pants. I groaned at the sight, caressing his hair, hoping he might continue. But Zetsu merely looked up playfully, teasingly, as he slipped my pants off. I lay back and lifted my legs to help him. He nestled himself between my thighs, looking at my erection. He licked his lips. I gulped. Delicately, he slipped his hands into my boxers, sliding them down my thighs, releasing my straining need.

"Aaah, Zetsu," I groaned. Zetsu pouted up at me.

"What's the magic word?" he breathed.

"Goddamn it, Zetsu!"

"Hmm…"

"Please?"

"Good enough." Zetsu licked my erection from base to tip. A shiver ran up my spine and my hips bucked. Then Zetsu engulfed me entirely in his hot little mouth. I gasped loudly, and tried to stay still. My toes curled in pleasure, and Zetsu smirked up at me. Gods, how could he even fit it in his mouth? Maybe gorging on human flesh had its perks. As he dragged his head back, he scraped just the tips of his teeth along the sides, giving me a cold shock of pleasure.

"Gaaah, Zetsuuu," I pleaded. Zetsu bobbed his head a few more times, letting his fangs drag along, and swirled his tongue around the slit at the head. His white hand held the base, to keep me in place, while the other delicately cupped my sack. I groaned and bucked, which made Zetsu draw his mouth back.

"You'd better not be close, Kisame-san," he said slowly, voice lower. I looked at him quizzically. Zetsu pouted, but I knew it wasn't for me.

"But if he is, it is only because we did our job well," he remarked, voice normal. The deeper voice grunted. It was the first time his dual personalities had come out this entire interaction, and I found it somewhat amusing. He could get quite into arguing with himself. It didn't bother me. Like I said before, you don't get to the top and retain all your marbles. I sat up, and he straddled my lap. I slid my hands tentatively up his shirt. "Is this what you want?" I asked.

"Of course," he replied, both voices chorusing happily together. I slid my hands up further, marveling that his scars had healed. Even where his hands had been impaled straight through were healed. Once I reached his nipples, I drew my hands back. He stripped the tight shirt off, and leaned down to kiss me before I could get a good look at him. When we parted, I finally got to see him.

It wasn't so bad. There were a few red streaks across his chest, but those would heal with time. The worst was a large welt, stretching around his torso, just under his ribs. He looked a bit awkward, and I was sure no one had ever looked at him the way I was now. I leaned up and kissed him gently. I wanted to tell him it would be all right, that I wouldn't let him ever get hurt again. But we're elite ninja- we can spot a lie when we hear one. I slowly traced my fingers along the welt, and he hissed. But he didn't pull back, and I didn't stop until I had gone from his right to left side. "It… it'll grow back, eventually," Zetsu explained. I nodded.

"What happened to them?" I asked.

"They had to be shed," his deeper voice replied. I eyed him. He was most definitely lying.

"Ten hours of torture happened to them," his lighter voice eventually murmured. I knew not to push it, and pulled him down for another kiss. As we kissed, I pulled at the hem of his tight pants, letting him know what I wanted. He broke our connection, and slowly, tentatively, undid the fly of his pants and slipped, way too expertly for my liking, from them while barely moving. I was impressed, and slightly concerned.

I trailed my hand over his erection. He was slightly small, but I didn't comment. But to my alarm he gasped, drawing back slightly. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked. I hadn't touched anyone in what seemed like forever. Zetsu shook his head, looking honestly into my eyes.

"That was just… unexpected…" he said slowly, wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me. I nodded against his lips, knowing what he meant. I wrapped my hands around his hips, bringing our bodies closer. Our erections clashed, and he gasped. I smirked. He was no child, but he was most definitely young. I flipped us so he was on his back, and I straddled him. I could tell he was tense.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I whispered against his ear. His nose pinched itself in disgusts, and he wrapped both legs around my torso, black foot succeeding in actually placing itself on the back of my head to push me down for a kiss. I gasped into the kiss. My god, he was flexible!

"The question is, are you willing to?" he asked, his deeper voice coming forth. I chuckled, kissing him soundly as my answer. I then went to suck three of my fingers. Instead, I found my hand was grabbed, and Zetsu eagerly did the job for me. I felt his fangs, so dangerously close it sent thrilling shivers down my spine. And then he released me, and entwined his ankles behind my neck. Let me just say, the view was much appreciated on my part. I slipped a dingle finger into him, and watched his expression. His white side showed more emotion, while the black stayed more impassive. He showed no hint of any form of discomfort. I added a second and a third, just to see his reaction. "Please, Kisame-san, this testing is quite aggravating. You act as if I'm fragile."

"Hey, I don't know how used to this you are," I replied in my defense. "I'm only trying to be careful." Zetsu seemed to contemplate this.

"I'm ready, just in case you're wondering," he said. He then pushed me over and rolled over, reaching into his nightstand. And then he pushed me back, so now I was lying down and being straddled. In his hand he held a bottle of clear liquid, and he uncorked it, before pouring it onto my erection. He cast aside the bottle and spread the lubrication around with his dexterous fingers. I gasped.

"This stuff- ah!- won't h-hurt me, will it?" I asked. Zetsu pouted.

"So mistrustful…" his lighter voice sighed.

"Do not doubt me, Kisame-san," his deeper one added. He then straddled me, and promptly did one of the hottest things I've ever seen anyone do. He impaled himself noiselessly on my throbbing erection. I gasped and bucked my hips up. He sat back, impossibly pleased with himself. No, he was most definitely not fragile. He then lifted himself up, and slid sensually back down, clamping his muscles firmly. I cried out, arching my back. He began a fast, harsh pace, the friction causing the heat in my groin to mount. As he continued riding me, I pumped his black and white erection. He moaned loudly, body shaking. But he continued. What a little trooper.

I could feel my climax nearing, and with one more brush of his hips my gut clenched. I grabbed him to keep him still as I shot my load deep inside his suffocating heat. My vision went slightly hazy as the pleasurable release shot through my body, making my toes and fingers tingle. I heard him gasp and collapse on top of me, panting heavily.

We stayed there, like that, for a moment, just panting together. I then kissed the top of his head, and he rolled off of me. I looked down at him, realizing my suspicion was right. "Zetsu, do you think I'm just going to leave you hanging?" I asked. He looked up at me.

"I couldn't impose…" I kissed his lips sweetly, and sat him up. I got off the bed, and on my knees. His legs hung off the edge of the bed, and I lowered my head between his thighs. He was so very aroused, it wouldn't take much. I took his length into my mouth, languidly. And he gave a sharp intake of breath. I smirked, and began bobbing my head quickly, making sure to cover all of him with each lowering of my head. He moaned and fell back, writhing in pleasure and giving small mewls and cries of pleasure. With one final whimper, he released in my mouth, body shaking and shivering with his orgasm. I licked it up and got back up on the bed next to him. After a moment of catching his breath, he moved closer to me, so that I could feel his breath on my shoulder. I rolled over so I was on my side.

"That was mind blowing," I said honestly. And then I was at a loss. I wanted to make a promise. I wanted to make something solid, make a commitment. But in this changing world, what sort of promise could I make? The best I could do was promise I wanted to promise. But Zetsu read my mind, and did it for me.

"There's a nice little tea shop," he said. "Just a little one, in a quaint little village not too far from here." I knew the place he was talking about. The owners didn't really care who anyone was, so long as they were a customer.

"Yeah?" I asked. Zetsu leaned up so we were eye to eye.

"I promise the tea is very, very good." And that was where we started. We had lain there, making vague promises. My first promise was that I made a mean miso soup. He then promised his private shower was very large. I promised there was a lake somewhere secluded just outside Rain country that no one ever knew existed. He promised paperwork could wait. I promised a training session with Itachi would be something I would never look forward to. He promised that there was a nice wild bar that stayed open very late on Saturdays.

I remembered every promise I made that night, every half-coherent word spoken between kisses and cries of passion. We lay there, long into the night, making love, and making promises. And it was later, perhaps around midnight, when we regained our senses, when we actually spoke properly...

TBC...