Chapter #13: Want's to make art
3rd person POV
Hidan retuned as everyone settled down for dinner, seemingly unscathed.
He walked around the table to sit down at his spot, a very uncomfortable look on his face.
"What happened, un?" asked the reluctant blonde, afraid of what he might hear.
"... She showed me something no man, human or not, deserves to see..." he responded, his eyes as big a dinner plates, an expression of pure torture seeping across his pale skin, Zetsu nodding in agreement, his white sides expression remaining impassive, while his black side looked utterly disgusted.
"... I don't think I want to know, un." the blonde quickly said, shoving the rest of his food into his mouth.
"Gah!" he howled, downing his water is seconds to cool his scalded tongue.
"Here let me help you with that." Kisame smirked, looking around to make sure Konan wasn't in the area before chugging down his glass, and reaching over to grasp the artist under the chin, pulling him into a deep kiss, letting the water flow into his mouth as they wrestled for dominance.
Unfortunately for them, they're timing couldn't have been more off, the blue haired woman walking in seconds later.
"You two. My room. NOW." she said stiffly, sending cold shivers down the couples spines as they hurried to pull away.
Kisame gulped, as they quickly shuffled along after the frustrated woman.
She lead them down the hall into her room, where she motioned them to sit down on her standard akatsuki bed.
The two young men looked at each other nervously, a heavy silence making the atmosphere even more threatening.
Kisame started to get nervous, grasping the hand of the boy next to him, and squeezing tightly.
"You two know why your here... Don't you?" came the voice of the stoic konoichi in front of them, awaiting their answer.
"Y-yes, (un)" they answered together, Kisame's grip tightening again.
"So do you know what happens when you mess with me?" she asked, spinning around turning on the TV and DVD player on the wall facing them.
"If either of you try anything again, I will double your punishment." She said, hitting the power button as the most horrible scene appeared in from of them.
Who wants to be Paris Hilton's new BFF.
The two felt a sudden pang of respect towards the jashinist for being able to survive 12 hours of this, without going insane. Even Itachi would have trouble dealing with the atrocious method.
After 8 hours of bitching girls, cat fights, back-stabbing, and money grubbing whores, Kisame was about ready to crack, until he felt something wet on the inside of his palm. Deidara, who looked like a sort of empty container, had lost his focus and allowed his hand mouths to roam free over the sensitive skin of his callused hands.
The warm and wet sensations sent shivers up the large mans spine causing his... area, to grow bigger and hotter.
"Kisame! Don't you dare be jacking off at a reality TV show while holding your boyfriends hand!" yelled the woman, who was smart enough to use her ninjutsu skills to watch the men while she relaxed in front of a smaller television -probably stolen from someone else's room- and watched the comedy network.
He struggled, having a hard time trying to hide his painfully obvious arousal, as the tongue continued to trace the creases of his fingers.
Think of something else, ANYTHING! he though, grasping at thoughts that could possibly help him, when his eyes fell on the screen, showing a picture of Paris Hilton of her fluffy pink throne.
looking down, he realized he was no longer excited.
For some reason, I can't help but feel that I have lost all the manly pride I had left. he thought, shaking of the though.
12 hours had finally passed, and Konan had let the two ninja leave making them promise to warn her beforehand about any little activities, Deidara having fallen asleep with his eyes open early on, missing Kisame's little problem.
As the two of them entered the room, Deidara grabbed Kisame by the shoulders, pushing him up against the wall. Oh, Kisame could break free if he wanted, but he was too embarrassed about his earlier issue to risk anything.
"So..." he said trailing of, to gently take the shark man's hand and move it up to his mouth before he started to lick it. "you like it, yeah?" he asked, a devilish smirk crossing his pale features.
"You were awake?!" Kisame bellowed, his face turning an odd mix of purple and red.
"The entire time, yeah." he said, his smirk growing across his soft features, before he stepped back. "Kisame want's to make art, yeah." he said, thrusting his hips before running down the hall shouting the same thing.
"GET BACK HERE!" he yelled, giving chase to the artist.
Kisame's POV
By the time I had caught up to him, he was already in the TV room, doing his little dance, and causing everyone to laugh -except for Itachi of course.
Grabbing him by the waist with one arm, I threw him over my shoulder and dragged him back to our room, ignoring the obnoxious whistles behind me and the voice of our resident masochist "Don't do anything Tobi and I wouldn't do!" before he was silenced my a blow to the head from the only female as she ran off to find some earplugs.
"Let me down, un!" whined the young boy slung over my shoulder like a sac.
Nothing wrong about playing with him a little bit... I thought.
"I'm sorry, I was under the impression you wanted to 'make art'." I said, silently smiling as he started to stutter.
"Y-you mean y-you want t-to do i-i-i... it, yeah?" he asked, baffled as to why I was doing this.
"Sure, I haven't had an offer like this in a LONG time." I teased giving myself a mental slap on the back.
Throwing him down of the bed, I slipped on top of him, pressing my body against his, his face now as read as the Kazekage's hair.
"Um... K-kisame this is kind of..." he gasped as I kissed his jaw.
"Oh come on, you don't mean to say you were playing with my feelings?" I said, teasing him more.
"N-no, un..." he quietly replied, looking down.
"Hm... then you should be fine." I mumbled, my lips pressed against his neck, when a moan escaped from his mouth.
"Hm... I wonder what THAT was." I chuckled against the tender skin of his neck.
"Uh... Kisa... un." he eyes glazed over with lust and devotion.
And that's when I jumped back yelling "Deidara want's to make art!" and thrusting my hips, turning around and running down the hall.
And maybe we will... eventually. I thought with a smile as he caught up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
Until then, I want to stay like this for a little while...
A/N: I'm sorry to anyone who likes that show, but really, how desperate are you for friends, if you have to host a TV show to find one? O.o I hope the chapter makes sense, I broke this one into two parts sorta. I hope it works for you all. ^^ Will try and update soon, please review, I want feedback.