He tilts the sake cup and watches the light brown liquid swirl. Kakuzu, on the other hand, refills his for at least the eleventh time. Every so often, he spares a second's glance to Kisame. He almost regretted inviting him to his room for a drink since it seemed the shark wasn't a heavy drinker at all. At least his company alone was pretty nice and that is what keeps him from kicking him out.
"Not a fan of drinking?" Kakuzu asks, though it sounds more like he's assuming. He gulps down the cup in one swallow.
"Only occasionally." Kisame admits, "I have to be in the mood."
Kakuzu scoffs and refills his cup once more."This sake isn't cheap, you know; I got the expensive stuff just for us."
He raises a brow and looks over to the bottle on the table between them. He couldn't tell by the taste but Kakuzu wasn't lying. Kisame feels flattered, in all honesty. It wasn't often that somebody did something nice for him. That, or Kakuzu could have been lying about the last part and could have bought it on a whim.
He smiles, "I'm sorry," and forces the liquid down his throat.
"Don't worry about it, this stuff is pretty shitty." He says.
A thick silence falls on them.
"That partner of yours," Kakuzu begins suddenly, "Itachi or something?"
"Yes?"
"He gets pretty flocked with woman quite a bit."
Kisame laughs but it's fake and awkward. Kakuzu glances up from his cup and up to him to only gape his mouth a bit at the expression he saw. It wasn't one he would have expected a laugh from. It looks coated with jealousy and lament.
"Yes, he does." He replies.
Kakuzu sighs through his nose and proceeds to refill his glass halfway before muttering something under his breath and takes a swig from the whole bottle. "You seem like you would be, too."
"Not at all." The shark's voice lowers in to a darker tone, "I scare off women more than I attract them."
The other man places the bottle of sake back on the table and leans back to stretch. "Really? Why's that?"
He recoils back a bit as he hears a growl emit from Kisame. It was unexpected from somebody as docile as him. Or, docile as an Akatsuki member could get.
"Are you blind?" Kisame retorts, "Look at me."
A filthy smirk forms on Kakuzu's face. He shifts himself on to his knees and leans forward over the table between them, knocking the half-empty sake bottle over. He gets close enough so they're nearly nose-to-nose, but that table was so inconveniently placed.
"I think you look fine."
Kisame's hearts thrums hard in his chest. He's tempted to lean in and close that distance between them and he places his hands on the miser's shoulders. Kakuzu flutters his eyes shut and purses his lips only to be pushed back and have his back land flat on the floor.
"I think you've drank too much."