"Is that what this is all about?" Kisame yells, pointing furiously at the computer screen behind him, "Just another way for you to make a few bucks?"
Kakuzu says nothing, simply watches the taller man scream.
"You slept with me just so you could sell a tape of it?"
Kakuzu still keeps silent. What can he say? It is the truth, after all.
"But I suppose it's my own fucking fault," Kisame mutters, calming, "I should have known better than to trust you."
Kakuzu doesn't deny it. How can he? Kisame really should have known better. Kakuzu had never been known for being a trust-worthy guy. It wasn't his fault that the blue man had fallen for him.
He feels a twinge of guilt. Of course, he wouldn't have fallen for him if Kakuzu hadn't taken advantage of his grief over Itachi's death. He wouldn't have fallen for him if Kakuzu hadn't given in to a moment of weakness and hugged the distraught man. If he hadn't stroked his back and murmured that everything would be all right. Even though he knew it wouldn't because, once someone you love dies, it will never be all right again.
"I guess I can't be mad at you," Kisame whispers, "You just did what it's in your nature to do."
But the words can't get rid of the hurt in his eyes.
Kakuzu wants to apologize. He wants to tell Kisame that he loves him and that he posted that tape months ago, before he had realized his feelings. But, by then, it had been too late. It had already been seen by too many people. Too many had paid to get off on watching the two of them fuck.
Kakuzu's stomach twists and he feels sick.
After a pause, during which Kisame waits for him to say something, waits for some sort of explanation, Kisame turns and walks to the door.
"I don't want anything to do with you anymore," he says to the door.
And, with that, he walks out, leaving Kakuzu alone with his thoughts.
For a long time, Kakuzu simply stares at the door, willing Kisame to walk back through it. He waits for him to grin toothily and say, "Don't worry about it. But, hey, look at all the money you made. Looks like we put on quite a show" and wink conspiratorially before kissing Kakuzu with a deep passion that makes his toes curl.
But Kisame does not come back. So, Kakuzu walks over to the desk chair and sits down and stares at the screen. He clicks the "Watch" button of the sex tape, even though it will cost him twenty bucks to play. And then he sits there watching it over and over, his insides ripping themselves to pieces as he watches the intimacy of himself and Kisame.
He doesn't look at himself. He can't, not when he hates himself so much, but focuses solely on Kisame. On the way his muscles move underneath the faint, beautiful blue tint of his skin. Kakuzu watches how Kisame's eyes drift shut and his arms tense in the moments of ecstasy. He watches how Kisame murmurs soft things that the camera cannot pick up. He listens to Kisame moan and say his name over and over.
And once he has spent $300 reliving that one night, Kakuzu stands up, leaves and never comes back because he wants to respect Kisame's wish to never have anything to do with him again.
A/N: I have no explanation… I wrote this in ten minutes.