Thanks for the reviews!

These will be continued until I run out of ideas so, hopefully these will last a while c:

Thanks for reading, still asking for requests, enjoy!

x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x

Kakuzu couldn't help it. He just had nothing else to look at. Or so he told himself, anyways.

On the nights he couldn't sleep, he'd lean against the headboard of he and Hidan's shared bed, and watched the smaller man sleep. He wathced the way his chest rose and fell with each breath he took, he watched his eyes move, knowing he was dreaming. He wondered what he saw in his dreams, but never asked. He looked at how he'd always be curled up against his leg if he were sitting up, and if not, his arm. He noticed that he had a calmer expression in his sleep. Maybe just because he had nothing to scream at or anything to curse to.

Kakuzu ran his thumb along under his eyes, over his pale cheeks, under his plump lips, across his jaw. He'd trace down to his neck, usually marked with love bites and such, then back up and over his mouth. Kakuzu thought back to when Hidan told him it always felt cold when they kissed.

Kakuzu had asked why it felt that way. Hidan had then pulled that mask down, kissed his bare lips, and traced the stitches on his face.

"Wasn't that better?" He had said. Kakuzu felt his eyes drop a little. He was getting sleepy. But he could hold off a little longer. He did, though, find it better without the mask. Though he didn't just take it off for anyone.

Only for Hidan.

But that's just because he liked to see them. That's all.

And he only looked at Hidan because he was the only thing to look at. Nothing more.

Kakuzu slipped under the blankets, Hidan automaticlly searching for the bigger warmth. His pale arms went around Kakuzu's tan chest and arms. Scooting closer to the religios man, pulling him close, he thought, just because he looks cold.