A/N: I know some of you are waiting for the next Boogie Man chapter, but I really, really can't think of anything! D8 You guys have to help me out here, please!

But, in other words, here's a new story for sample, since I usually have better inspiration when I have two stories going. :3

Disclaimer: Rawr. Do not own.

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Kakuzu's hands wandered my neck, touching in just the right spots to make me squirm – not of pleasure, but of a mix of that and fear. It was a new feeling brewing inside me. The calloused balls of his hands were just so intimidating and yet so… inviting. Like an aged wine that had just gotten worked hard and aged to perfection. He was a fine wine and…

Honestly, I wanted a taste.

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I shot straight up in bed, my eyes snapping open and my breath coming out in heavy parts - what was that? Did… Oh no, oh no, oh no. This couldn't be happening – I was straight as an arrow until it came down to the little facts! Why was this happening so suddenly?!

"Damnit!" I cursed aloud, letting everyone – my dog, Hannah Montana (I thought he was a girl, alright?) – hear my discouragement. I had a lusty tone, though, you know, an aroused one. Did it really feel so…

Good. For him to touch me. My boss, damnit, he's my boss and he had been for about two years. Two fucking years that made my head pulse just thinking about it, how painful it was the past two years to be bossed around by an asshole like him… An asshole with such adorable lips… I groaned aloud, a trembling feeling making its way through my body to –

His lips crushed against mine a desperate attempt to get me to give in –

I hadn't noticed I was sweating until now; oh God, it was pouring down my face, and it just got me thinking, or rather it wasn't this part of me. My heart was pounding in my chest –

His body moved against mine almost violently, making me hiss when his large –

"Fuck! No!" Another loud curse and I jumped out of bed, only to collapse on floor, sweating, panting, yearning for that touch – that one little pad of his finger running along so many creases around my body and making me squirm some more… Damnit, I was hard and I knew it. I was harder than hard – I was on a fucking drive that I would fuck the dog to get this to go away. I was turned on by a stupid asshole, and he probably didn't have a clue how much. How hard I was when he took me in my dreams.

Fuck, this was unfair. Why was I always so acquiescent in my fantasies? Always bottom – always on the floor, mattress, or wherever we were.

We.

Damnit.

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I ended up in a cold shower that morning, taking care of my problem before I went to work. I didn't know I could be so thankful to the shower wall.

There was quite a time lapse when it came to getting to work. I always had to get a ride from my co-worker, Sasuke. There was nothing wrong with that, of course. He was a nice guy and he was sometimes snooty – sort of like me – and he was willing to give me a ride when I asked for it. But the time lapse thing, there was about 40 minutes between Sasuke and I's houses to work. And there was really bad traffic, usually, so we had to get up earlier that we thought we would have.

We had to be there by seven o' clock in the morning. We had to wake up at five fucking thirty in the morning, get ready, eat, and then drive to work. And sometimes feed the damn dog.

I hated my boss.

Well, you know what I mean.

I sat on my front porch, smoking a cigarette, waiting for the Uchiha to come and pick me up. A white button up shirt, nice shoes, and black slacks is all that I had to wear to work. That's how awesome the dress code was. Sometimes I didn't even have to button up the shirt all the way!

But that worried me today. I only had the top button undone, the frigid April air (we're in Michigan, of course it's fucking chilly in April. Move to Goddamn Minnesota for a year and YOU tell me how fucking cold it is.) whipping past my neck and sending shivers down my spine.

I dug through my pocket, fishing for my cell phone. Uchiha had to get here soon or else I was going to skip work – it was fucking cold out and I didn't want to be outside. I found the cell phone under what seemed like millions of keys and flipped it open, to find my little keyboard on its lustrous blackness.

Texting him was easy with this little fucker. Seriously, I adored this thing. This thing was my life, and if it ever broke I would freak out at whoever broke it.

Unless it was me or Hannah Montana (the dog). Monty wasn't all bad.

Almost on my signal, Sasuke rolled up to my drive way, looking quite annoyed. Neither of us were morning people, but he looked worse than normal. I finished off my cigarette with a last long drag, and then put it out on the palm of my hand, putting it in the small bucket at the end of the steps on my way down, filled with cigarettes to the brim.

I smiled at him and he just groaned; when I popped into the passenger seat, he glowered at the radio.

"What?" I asked, reaching to turn it on.

He slapped away my hand with wide eyes; "…It doesn't work," he growled low, starting to back up out of the concrete drive way.

I paused before I pressed the volume button, turning on the radio – or un-muting it, whatever it did – only to get loud screaming and what sounded like people smashing shit into the walls. It was the most horrible sound I had heard for years.

I shut it off without another moment to spare, my heart racing at the sound.

"…Mother fucker!" I shouted at it, now angry.

"Don't waste your breath on it," Sasuke replied. "Do you have your connector cord? I forgot mine at home."

"Damnit, I forgot mine…"

"Well, that sucks. We're music-deprived until we get a connector cord."

I scowled. Did God hate me today?! First the… And now the damn music! What the fuck?!

I made a growling sound and rolled my eyes, making sure I had my cellphone in my hand before I pulled it out of my pocket; maybe this thing had some music on it or something. It did have access to the internet.

(Love my cell phone.)

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We ended up listening to my cell phone music (from Youtube, even!) for about half an hour. The last ten minutes were conversation making, which I enjoyed very much. It was always nice to talk to Sasuke because he was very open with me – not really anyone else besides girlfriends, but he wasn't as close to them as he was to me.

He didn't want anything leaking out that was important to him, and if he broke up with the girl, they would surely tell. I wouldn't leave him, and he knows that.

We rolled up to the restaurant, him taking it around the back and parking there, next to Kakuzu's car. Both he and I gave a sigh, and then climbed out of the vehicle.

We walked to the front of the building, very bored looking, and when I looked up from the concrete sidewalk, almost walking into the building, I saw Kakuzu walking the other way, out of the doors. He didn't look at me, but my heart was pounding already, and he was, what? Ten feet away?

Sasuke walked in before me, and with a greeting to Kakuzu, he made his way to the kitchens. Kakuzu was approaching, fast. He probably forgot something at home and –

There was a gaping interval of time as my body built up all pent frustrations, and then I exploded in –

He was still coming nearer and nearer – what the fuck was I?! Some pansy girl that was afraid to talk to her crush?!

I took a stride forward.

His shoulder strikes against mine, making my torso turn – his words were short and curt, and a "Sorry" escaped somewhere in there, but I couldn't register over the amazing feeling of numbness seep through my body from that subtle touch of bumping shoulders. The thoughts were rushing again and it was starting to make me… 'pitch a tent', as some like to put it.

Then there was a feeling of falling. It was like something was lowering me down – something soft and slow and just wonderful. I didn't know if I was dying or what. I could have, after this feeling. Of course, when the tile hit my face, realization came at me like a train.

I had fainted.

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I was rudely awakened by a glass of water being thrown into my face, a towel being held to my chin. My head hurt, really bad, so I reached up and held it as best as I could – there were things in the way, and they felt like either hands or something. They were annoying.

"Get the hell off of me!" I growled, waving one of my hands. The towel patted my face, and I took it away from whoever had it before I did. I think it was Sasuke, but – meh, what the hell? I don't care.

There was small chit-chat around me, something in the topic relating to me. I just sat up and held the towel to my face, hiding whatever black eye or injury on my face from the others. Of course, they had already seen, since I can't do much when you're knocked out.

"Move."

I groaned on the inside and felt my pride wither a little. I could hear the annoying tap of shoes on the tile and that amazingly calm tone of muttering curses. He was pissed. My boss, Kakuzu, was pissed at me for fainting.

And it was his damn fault in the first place.

I remained on my ass, holding the towel to my face, waiting to be fired or something. He was a picky bastard like that. On the inside, I was praying to God that I wouldn't be. This job held up every support system in my life that needed to be supported.

"Hidan," he said, tapping my spine lightly with his foot, "Get up. Are you alright?"

"I dunno, boss, I fainted and have a scraped up face. What do you think?" I replied, refusing to remove myself from the floor.

"I meant, are you alright, what the hell made you faint?"

He should've asked that in the first place if he wanted an answer to that.

"… I haven't eaten in a few days. I forgot." He caught the tone I was using and the hesitation before I spoke.

"C'mon… Get up already, get a glass of water and drink it. You'll be fine." His usually-low voice was even lower now, threatening, even. He was a very intimidating man, I had to say.

Turning my head to look at him, but still covering about half my face with the towel in my hand, I glared at him, only in turn to be glared back at. "I hate you," I murmured, a new, cold layer of hatred lying down inside me.

Fiscal issues, a bad night's sleep, stress – that's probably what had been going on with him. That's why he looked so damn tired. So damn angry at me for making his problems just that much worse.

"I could make all that stress go away, Hoku," I purred on the inside, grinning on the outside; "It'd be gone faster than you could ever thing fucking stress could disappear."

He gave me another swipe of a look, then turned; "Get back to work."

"Technically, I wasn't working before I fainted," I said smugly, feeling the tension grow around him – inside the room. Everyone had gone except for a few people, and they were starting to get a little anxious about him to. What if he snapped and killed us all with a butcher knife?

That'd be so cool.

"Then get to work, San," he commanded back at me.

Or maybe he was a cannibal – that'd be cool too!

"San," he growled, turning towards me again. He was losing his temper. People were backing away, getting to work, like that would please him.

I was still day dreaming about cannibalism-bossy-bitch when I felt something hard come into contact with my back again. This time I looked back to find him looking even angrier than before. "Get up. Get to work. Before I fire you."

"No, 'cause –" I yelped, his hand flying down and gripping my hair, yanking me up and dragging me back a few feet.

"Think before you speak." He growled lowly into my ear – a seductive voice, if I heard it right. I didn't even have to say it again before I got the idea. There was a moment before he pushed me into the counter and stormed off.

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A/N: Alright, guys. Imma leave it at that for now ;-; You guys have to tell me if I should continue or not.

I'LL GET THE NEW CHAPTER OF BOOGIE MAN OUT ASAP, I PROMISE!