Crimson. He fucking loved that color, whether it was his own or his victims. It was fucking awesome, almost magical to him. He had a favorite type. He had to picky of course, not anyone would do. There was one man's blood that tasted, felt, and smelled divine/ He could feel himself hardening at the very thought of what they could do with and in that man's blood.

The man was the perfect candidate for other reason too. He could never die, so he could make him bleed all he anted and his favourite fucker would never shrivel away. The stitched five-hearted man was perfect prey, and he was all his.

"Hidan... You're drooling again. Stop, you idiot."His deep voice with it's roughness was like sex too. The way he spoke slowly and purposefull sent shivers down his spine.

"Fuck you!" His sneer had no heat... Well, no heat from anger, but it did show how aroused he was.

Silent only moments before replaying with, "That's what I do to you." Was another reason this man was perfect. His wit could rival his own vulgarity and crassness.

"You fucking ass!" He felt his body tingling in excitement just from arguing with the man.

"I want to." Another point up on the favorite scale, not that any could compare to his blood bank. Honesty was his forte and he was brutal about it, and if there was one thing he appreciated about this man, it was his brutality.

"I hope you fucking die!"

"That's not what you were screaming this morning, so no you don't."

Growling now in anger, the silver haired masochist stormed over to his blood bank, pouting like toddler who as refused the last cookie, which on another note, he had been denied the last cookie on several occasions by one annoying blonde member, but back to the main topic, "Yes, I fucking do!"

"I didn't know were exchanging 'I Do's'. In that case, I do. Now, you are my bride." The man also knew how to stun him into silence. "Did I silence the loudmouth?"

Anger completely forgotten, the masochist continued to stare before quietly stuttering out with a small pink tinge that he knew he would deny until the end of time, "D-d-d-d-d-did you just fucking propose?" He stared nervously into his blood bank's eyes then he reverted to his normal emotion of anger, "Are you fucking high?"

"No, I fuck only you."

"So... you actually did just porpose...? Oh Jashin." only this man could make his feel all these fucking things.

"And if I did?" His blood bank was so damn calm about this, and he was on the edge of going insane.

He slowly felt his lips twist into his version of a smile, "Then why the fuck did it take you so long?"

He only received a blank expression.

"Point taken..." The silverette grinned and latched his teeth into his now fiancee's neck. Giggling in glee, he hummed the funeral march. "We'll b=play the funeral march, with black pew filled with all my sacrifices and blood pooling at the alter. Bleeding decapitated heads on either side of the aisles and as witnesses..." He licked the blood from his lip looking up as innocent as possible..."And we'll fuck in the chapel."

His blood bank sighed and nodded, "Whatever you want."

"Fuck. Yeah."