The cloth tightened across his soft thighs, threatening to hinder any progress. Sighing, the man looked down at his growing erection. "Look what you went and caused......" It's true, Hidan had meant for this to happen, but what he hadn't thought of was how quickly the Uchiha's excitement might grow.
"Whats this, Itachi-chan! A little excited, are we?" Itachi just groaned against the strain of the fabric. He hated how the immortal teased him, trying to get his attention.. It had been subtle at first, with a few hints from Hidan, but today he was hungry for more than the occasional head nod to aknowlage his existance. Pulling away from the silverette, Itachi glared at him.
"I'm not interested in your teasing, Hidan.. just let me go back to my work.."
Itachi's words stung. He hadn't expected rejection, let alone from the weasel. Come to think of it, the idea angered Hidan. Clenching his fists in anger, he glared right back, pulling off an incredibly flirtatious smirk.
"..Suit yourself, think of the consequencess.. You won't be able to concentrate on your training with something like.. that."
He swiftly motioned to the very apparent bulge in Itachi's pants. All the black haired man could do was stare at the floor, yet somehow he maintained a very stoic expression. Maybe he shouldn't have whisked red-eye away from the training grounds.
"It doesn't matter, Hidan.. I'll just get Dei-chan to deal with it for me.."
Hidan could only blink. He swore he saw the Uchiha blush at the idea of the blond sucking him off. "Why let a kid like Deidara take care of you? You know you could do better.. Fuck, I could do you better. " Moving closer, Hidan thought he could see a hint of a rare smile flickering across the other mans face.
" Look, Hidan.. I.. I would be a burden for you. I don't want to explain to Leader-sama why...." Itachi turned away again, like every time he talked to Hidan in this fashion. It's like he was hiding something.. Maybe he wanted Leader-sama! The instant that thought entered his brain, Hidan cringed with jealousy. At the sudden movement, Itachi turned to Hidan again. " .. Is there a problem, Hidan? You cringed.. " Once again, Hidan could only blink like an idiot. He didn't expect Itachi to respond at his slight motion.
"No, no. Nothing is wrong, Weasel. "
In a second, Itachi was on Hidan, growling quietly. " How many times have I told you by now, Hidan... Don't. Call. Me. Weasel. It gets on my nerves.. " Through the whole ordeal, the black haired man some how managed to keep a stoic mask, glaring at the silverette expressionlessly. Hidan smiled up at him, relaxing under the weight of the man sitting ontop of his chest. "..You know, Itachi. I could really get used to this..~ " Wrapping his arms around the Uchiha's waist, he pulled Itachi into a tight embrace. " Don't you think I should help you out with your little problemm..?~ "