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"Hidan."

"..."

"HIDAN."

"Whaaat? Leave me alone. I'm freakin' tired, Kuzu.

"Get off of the couch. You claw the damn thing up every time your on it.", the miser snarled, "do you have any idea how much it costs to get the godforsaken thing reupholstered every week?"

Releasing a hissing sigh, the zealot climbed off the couch, effectively leaving slashes on the cushions he was comfortably resting on. "Oops, did I do that?" he mused in mock innocence.

Letting out a string of swears, sounding more like the darting rose eyed man he was chasing than his normally composed self, Kakuzu wondered just how much longer he'd have to deal with an even more irritating Hidan..

It was true, the zealot had been acting like a spoiled little terror since the incident. Everyone whom the jutsu affected had been acting differently, in fact. It seemed that the jutsu amplified certain personality traits in each person differently. For Hidan, unbelievably to everyone, his already bad attitude had taken an even worse possessive spin to it. Everything was his and he dared someone to try and say otherwise. The exact opposite of the self-centered zealot was Deidara, who was now timid, fumbling, and always flustered. Itachi, unlike his normally stoic self, was always smiling and laughing at something. Tobi was now the one who, other than having a sarcastic undertone to almost everything, was now somber (much to everyone's relief). The blue haired angel, Konan, who normally kept to herself, was now quite a social butterfly who got along with everyone.

It had now been more than six week since the strange incident that left half of the Akatsuki as cat hybrids. Kisame, never one to miss an opportunity to harass his fellow criminals, jokingly decided calling the unusual jutsu 'Uke Syndrome' would be befitting seeing as that's who seemed to be affected. Much to the annoyance of those affected, the name stuck fast among the uninfluenced by the jutsu. Everyone was just trying to adjust.

"Meeeew! Bastard! Let me go!" the silver-haired zealot cried, struggling to get away from Kakuzu who was dragging him by the hair.

"Not on your damned immortal life." the bounty hunter growled, gripping the snowy strands tighter. "I'm sick of your bratty attitude. I think it's time you were taught a lesson." he gruffly spoke, throwing the masochist against the door of their bedroom.

"L-lesson?" Hidan recognized the obscure tone in his dark-haired partner's voice. It was a mixture of anger and something that he hadn't yet registered in his head. The last time he heard that tone, he could barely walk for a week. "Aw Kuzu, you get mad so fucking easily, you know?" the zealot purred in a vain attempt to calm the raging miser.

Sending black tendrils to wrap tightly around Hidan's pale neck in an effort to shut him up, Kakuzu began, "I advise you not talk so much." Roughly pulling the younger man by his sensitive tail into the room, Hidan yelped and softly moaned.

"K...Kuzu..." the Jashinist whimpered huskily, causing the sadist to grin devilishly. It was always a real turn-on when he heard Hidan say his name like that. He felt his pants tighten just looking at his sexy 'kitten'. That wasn't going to stop him from torturing the little zealot, though. Yanking the whimpering silver-hair by the hair and roughly onto the bed, Kakuzu crashed their lips together making the smaller gasp at the sudden unexpected act allowing his dark-haired counterpart access to ravish his wet cave.

Moaning eagerly into the kiss, Hidan reached up to wrap his arms around the one invading his mouth only to have both of his arms tugged back and tied tightly to the headboard of the bed. "Ahh what the hell..." the silver-hair panted, breaking the kiss to pull at his unseen bounds. Tight as ever.

'Damn this bastard...' he thought hazily, looking up to shoot a weak glare at his smirking partner.

"What's the matter Hidan? You don't like being tied up?" the banker chuckled, sending more snake-like threads to wrap around his pale lover's torso and arms, slightly cutting into the soft, pallid flesh.

Hissing at the slight stinging sensation around his body, the masochist struggled to move but to no avail.

"Okay asshole, you proved your point. Now untie me, dammit!"

"Mm, I'd rather not. You still haven't been taught your lesson." the dark-haired uttered darkly sending butterfly kisses down the smallers lithe body.

"Nggh...are you at least going to tell me what the...haah...fuck your going to do?"

"Now, where's the fun in that?" Kakuzu smirked, seizing one of Hidan's hardened nubs in his mouth, earning a silent groan from the writhing Jashinist. Sending his skilled tongue across the bound silver-hair's being. Bringing his mouth up, Kakuzu crashed the duo's lips together in a dominating kiss, that Hidan gladly returned before breaking away to catch his breath.

Not more than a few seconds before the kiss was broken was the miser already slowly drifting his hands lightly down Hidan's sides.

"Don't fucking do that", his light-haired counterpart hisses, "you know that shit tickles".

Kakuzu can't help but smirk at the twisting body beneath him. He knows how much the little Jashinist hates the light, airy touches. But he said he was going to teach the tomcat a lesson, and he wasn't backing down from that promise anytime soon. 'I think, at least.'

"But you look so cute squirming like that." the miser cooed dipping his hand just below the waistband of Hidan's boxers, stroking slightly at his hips causing Hidan to shiver trying to conceal how aroused he really is.

"S...stop it..." Hidan whispered softly, knowing good and well that was the exact opposite of what he was thinking.

Thankfully for him, stopping was the farthest thing from the money man's mind.

"Are you sure that's what you want me to do Hidan?" he questioned, fumbling between the Jashinist's legs gaining a husky moan in return. Straddling his partner, the miser put three fingers up to the turned on 'kitten's' face giving the unspoken command to 'suck'. Picking up on the hint, Hidan took the digits in his mouth making sure each finger was evenly coated. Kakuzu bit his lip at the feeling of his partner's tongue. The tightening in his pants was becoming uncomfortable. He needed to take the zealot. SOON. While his 'pet' coated his fingers, Kakuzu succeeded in taking his pants off along with the cloth covering Hidan's lower half, exposing his hardened length. Sitting up, Kakuzu got Hidan in a straddling position. Popping his digits from Hidan's mouth, Kakuzu slipped the first finger in the zealot's entrance.

Wincing from the sudden discomfort, Hidan clawed at the bed post he was tied to. Grinning at this, Kakuzu slid the second digit inside along with the third giving the zealot a minute to accommodate to the feeling. As the pain shifted to pleasure, near-silent gasps of ecstasy escaped from the tomcat.

"J...Jashin-sama...what the...f-fuck are you waiting for.." Hidan moaned, his obvious restlessness showing. He never was a patient person, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start being one tonight.

Kakuzu simply grunted in reply, removing his digits and spreading the smaller man's legs further apart . Wasn't he supposed to be punishing the little masochistic, anyway? Aw, shit. Who was he kidding? That plan had been long since dismissed, obviously overtaken by the intoxicating sexiness of the waiting tomcat under him.

Hidan mewled as the dark-haired thrust in. They'd done this plenty of times before and he never got used to the sensation, though he relished in the delightful, blissful pain, especially when Kakuzu's thrusts turned into pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Picking up speed, Kakuzu soon got set in a steady rhythm of powerful thrusts. Each drive earning an absentminded 'fuck yeah', strained moan, or a mixture of both in a weird, cat-like sound he was sure only Hidan could muster out. Feeling himself getting close, Kakuzu picked up more speed, slamming harder into the moaning silver-hair who'd reached his limit, calling out his lover's name as he came. Feeling Hidan tighten around him, Kakuzu finally climaxed in the zealot.

Staying in the same position for a moment, Kakuzu pulled out and slumped by his partner, untying the thread-like appendages that were keeping Hidan bound so he could embrace him.

"Consider yourself punished." the miser chuckled bitterly, reminding himself of his failed intentions.

"Hah...your just a big fucking softie you know?" Hidan panted softly, snuggling up to the larger man, who was scratching him behind the ear causing an involuntary purr to erupt from his throat. "I told you not to do that! I'm not a fucking cat, asshole." he protested, in vain since he was obviously enjoying the action, his flicking tail giving him away.

"In denial, Hidan? You know, that's not healthy for your mental stability. But, then again, you didn't have much of a mental standing to begin with." Kakuzu smirked, avoiding Hidan's attempts to claw his eyes out.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Akatsuki hideout...

Resting peacefully, Itachi, Deidara, Konan, and Tobi were sprawled out in the living room each having falling asleep from discussing different ways to, if not fully reverse, at least hinder the effects of the jutsu for an extended period of time. They didn't make as much headway as they'd set out to do.

Stirring in his sleep, the blonde-haired terrorist woke with a start, silently stretching his muscles that had become stiff from the hard floor he'd fallen asleep on. Something in his mind told him to get up so he just followed instinct, especially since it was coupled with a feeling in his gut that told him something even stranger was taking place-or at least was going to. He didn't like that feeling, much. With an inaudible sigh, Deidara scooted by the origami master, Konan. Other than Sasori, she was the only other person he'd come to trust when something was on his mind. They'd become close friends since the incident, having found they have much in common art-wise.

"Umm Konan...are you awake?" the blue-eyes asked quietly, tugging tentatively at her sleeve.

"Mm...Dei...? What's wrong?" the origami master questioned drowsily, flicking her blue-gray tail out lazily.

"Nothing really...well, that's not true exactly...ugh!" Deidara cursed his self for being a flustered idiot. Damn that jutsu! This wasn't him. He missed his old, fiery, bold personality, not being timid and feeble.

"Hey, call down Deidara." Konan spoke softly, rubbing the frustrated blonde behind the ear, instantly calming him down. "Now what's the matter?"

Taking a deep breath Deidara began, "Do you have the feeling that something...strange is happening?"

"Strange? Deidara, don't you think this whole situation is strange? It's probably just all in your head." Konan yawned, brushing a few stray indigo hairs back in place.

Considering this for a moment, the blue eyes smiled contently. "Heh, yeah your right Konan. I'm probably just tired."

Patting the blonde on the head, the origami master slowly slipped back into a deep slumber, leaving Deidara alone with his thoughts.

'It's just in my head..." Deidara thought drowsily drifting back to an unsettling sleep.

But somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that wasn't true.

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Waaah, I'm sorry for this sucky chapter, that was my first lemon so be understanding *nervous laugh*