a/n: I'm back!! I'm sorry to say that I'm back with a filler, but I am back. You see, I was on vacation last week, this week I've been working, and then everything else was just... yea... really busy... so I'm so so so so sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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HIDAN POV

I lull my head to one side while lying on my back on the bed and watch as Kakuzu shrugs on a cloak, coming out of the bathroom. I see the stitches all over his body and every time I see them it makes me wonder how he ever manages to stay clean with all those openings. It either is very difficult, very painful, or both of those. He looks over to me, and I look away. Kakuzu has never been one for talking, and he especially seems to hate it when I ask him questions…

… not that that stops me or anything, "Does it hurt when you take a shower?"

He looks over at me as if I had just sprouted a second head, "What?"

"With all that stitching, does it hurt when you shower?"

He shakes his head more in disbelief than anything else, "No."

"Really?" I am genuinely surprised, "looks like it would hurt like a son of a bitch."

Kakuzu just glowers at me, "Well, it doesn't."

I turn onto my stomach so that I'm not facing him and his judging eyes. I don't see how Sir Leader could have ever approved us as a team. If it were possible for me to die, I'm sure Kakuzu would have killed me by now, many times. He's already attempted to more times than I can count on one hand. Yet still, sometimes I do see what Sir Leader was planning, when Kakuzu and I just are alone and he opens up to me a little. It's nice to know that I'm the only living person that he's opened up to. Then again, I'm the only person that could survive the way he gets emotional.

I wrap my fingers around my rosary as he comes closer and I hear him give a disapproving sigh, "How could you be so religious? I don't get how a person could ever believe in something that obviously does not exist."

"What obviously doesn't exist?"

"A god."

"Bullshit."

"Says you!"

"You're right, says me." A pause. "You're such an asshole, Kakuzu."

"I know," he grins down at me before he wraps his face up. I don't get why even in our room he has to wrap his face up. I don't mind, and it's not like there's anyone else here to see it. Except himself.

"Do you hate yourself, Kakuzu?" I am a man that does not think before I talk, and I know that that doesn't help my relationship with Kakuzu, but what can I say? I get curious.

He looks down at me, "Of course not."

"Then why do you cover your face when there's no reason to?"

He tears off the cover, "That better?"

"I didn't say that it was bad, I was just wondering why you hid your face," I look up to his reversed-colored eyes and add, "I like it either way."

He frowns, "Stop it, Hidan."

I look up innocently, "Stop what?"

"Trying to suck up to me."

"I'm not trying to suck up to you, trust me."

"How can I trust you?"

"I thought we were partners."

"Only because Sir Leader is forcing us to be," he yells down at me, and it's the first real time that I've heard him yell this way. Sure he's yelled before, but it all seemed so halfhearted, and I don't know what I did to piss him off.

I just quiet down and squeeze my rosary, silently praying to Jashin. I pray a lot to Jashin for the smallest of things these days. Being with Kakuzu has only made me pray more, and I think it's because I'm constantly trying to pray for us both.

He sits down on his bed and picks up some accounting book or something of the sort, and starts reading it over, picking up a pen every now and again and making small marks or notes. It's quiet for almost fifteen minutes when he seems to be on the verge of yelling again. He turns his eyes to me, but I'm only praying in my head still, watching him out of the corner of my eye. He sneers in my direction before going back to reading for a minute more. He then shuts the book with a slam, "You know I didn't mean to upset you."

I finish my praying quickly and turn to him, "You sure fooled me."

He looks down at his book and sets it aside, mumbling, "It hurts sometimes."

"Huh?"

"It hurts to shower sometimes, when I get too much soap in a recent stitching."

"I knew it," I grin.

"Tell anyone and I'll…"

"You'll what, kill me?" I grin.

He growls and then grins, "Even better, I'll tear off your head and hide it in a box in the closet."

"And my body?"

"I'll just hope that Zetsu's hungry."

"Now that's just being a bastard," I frown.

"Glad to hear it."

There's a pause and then I ask, "Have you heard anything lately about that kid that Sasori is controlling?"

"Not since last month's message."

"Damn, can't believe that it's been almost a year that that kid's been over there and still that Orochimaru is none the wiser."

Kakuzu sighs, "Not that it matters to us."

"Not directly, but you know what's bad for Akatsuki ends up being bad for you and me."

"Sure," he nods, "especially financially."

"Finances… only you could care about our finances."

He growls, "You have a problem with that."

"Sure I do!" I turn to him, "You're boring as fuck when you start up about your finance shit."

"Maybe you should care more about them," he snaps.

"And maybe you should care less, but I don't see you ignoring them." He frowns and throws a pen at me and I shake my head, "Well that was childish." This time a kunai hits me square in the shoulder, and I can't help but grin, "That's more like it." He sneers again and this time hits me in the jaw with a kunai. I yank it out with a wince and put my hand to my jaw. I pull it back and even before I see it I know my fingers are coated in blood. "What was that all about?" As I speak and I can feel the muscles in my jaw strain and break, and I know that talking will be out of the question soon.

He smiles, "It's gonna get you to shut up, isn't it?" I can see the killer glint in his eyes and I choose to keep my mouth shut. He nods, "Thought so."

I hear him continue to gloat over his victory on getting me to shut up, but I just block it out with more praying. Praying makes me heal faster, because Jashin looks more kindly on those who pray more, and He's more willing to give up His time to those who pray the most. I must be one of the elite few, since He always seems to have time to heal me quickly when I really shouldn't. I continue to ignore Kakuzu much past my praying until it gets so annoying that I just get up.

He watches me as I stand and cross the room towards him. I'm sure he expects me to attack him in retaliation for what he's been saying, but instead I just press my lips to his. He wasn't expecting anything like that. I let my blood flow into his mouth and I know when his eyes glaze in bloodlust that he's tasting it with every movement of my mouth. I kiss him until he's choking on my blood and he's pushing me away. He never pushes me away for long.

I don't remember him moving, but suddenly I'm on the bed and looking up at his face, blood covering his chin from kissing me, some small ruby drops splattering onto my shirt. I would curse if it didn't hurt to move my jaw. Somehow I always end up getting my shirt ruined, even when we're not on a mission. Half the time I don't even bother putting one on anymore. He watches those little red droplets, though, with great interest as they hit the fabric of my shirt and turn into black puddles that spread until all the liquid has soaked in. The first one has started to dry by the time he breaks himself from the entrancing liquid and looks back up to me.

To most looking into his face right now they would say he may be angry, or possibly even a little disappointed, but I know better. This is the face that he shows when he really does care for someone, but something is clouding his judgment and he knows that he's going to hurt that someone that he cares about. It's almost a pitiful look to me, now that I understand it, but I think that I'm alone in my pity for him. It's no real loss, but it still makes me wonder what it would have been like to have known him when he was younger.

I have no time to really think about this as he swoops down and kisses me roughly once more. I wince as not only his tongue but those little tendrils that hold him together sneak into my mouth. That's something that he's started doing lately: using those tendrils to entertain himself. I don't really think that they're that entertaining… but that's just me, and my opinion doesn't matter, not when it comes to this any ways.

He pulls back finally, just when my lungs feel like deflating balloons about to lose the last of their air, or pop, and they can't decide which. My chest burns as I gasp for breath, but my body never has time to recover before the next strike. Kakuzu leers down at me, watching my every move as he throws his shirt into some forgotten corner of the room. I see the stitching across his body, the familiar patterns of it as it compresses and stretches when he moves the muscles that I've never seen beneath. I'm not even sure if he has real innards, which makes me think that that's why he takes such an interest in investigating mine, and everyone else's, but particularly mine. Every time this starts I brace myself for the one time that he either cuts me open or roughly pushes and pulls against some part of my body. I whimper as those calloused hands of his begin to explore my body, probing places that no one but Kakuzu and myself have touched, which isn't saying much since few people ever get near me, but I consider my body almost as sacred as Jashin's body, though I know that is not the case.

His body moves as if he were doing a drawn out push up as he moves down to kiss my neck. I gasp as those rough stitches run down my body, and almost yelp in pain as one catches a previous wound that Kakuzu has dealt me, one that is almost healed and that I haven't bothered to wrap for the day just yet. He lifts a little, kindly, feeling the stick, but he only lifts so he can move further down my body and to my collar bone, just able to reach it with his teeth. He bites down all at once, hard enough to bruise, but it's strange, because I've learned to love it when he does this. When he actually takes the time to care a little bit about how I feel, or at least that's what I tell myself because for all I know he has no idea the pleasure that this brings me. When he cares for me like this I can almost trick myself into the idea that this isn't going to hurt me. Yet it always does. Always.

The pain starts when he manages to get my shirt completely off, which is what he's in the process of doing. That's when he chooses either dissection or probing for his form of pleasure, and everything just seems to drown in the all too pleasurable and yet all too blasphemous pain. I understand that pain for the sake of Jashin is allowed, and it is law, but when Kakuzu does these horrible things to me, somehow that is pleasurable too. I want to be on his good side, since we do have to sort of work together, and this bonding of sorts helps.

His teeth find that previous bruise and they bite down, this time allowing the bruise to escape me, blood beading at the top of the wound and dribbling down my side. He grins with fascination, his eyes following the rivulets of blood as they journey across my body and onto the sheets. I grunt as his nails find the wound that his stitching had caught on and he gently slides a nail across it. Gently just doesn't seem like him and I look back up into his eyes, earlier avoiding them. His eyes look straight back into mine and I see that he still has that look that forces pity into my heart. He doesn't necessarily want to hurt me, this is just the way he plays, so to speak.

His tendrils reach up inside the wound, but his hand stays perfectly still as his other one moves his pants down just low enough to accommodate what he really wants right now. He's obviously ready as he moves to hover over my groin, the tendril leaving my body as his hands roughly work to lower my pants now.

I gasp as the cool air of the room hits my heated flesh, and I find it hard to remember when I got this excited. Things rarely are pain without pleasure, but the line is so fine between the two that I can't really tell which is which at times. He grins, his groin grinding against mine as I gasp again and buck my hips to meet his.

His tendrils resume their job of probing me, but again his hands do not follow. It's sort of a nice change to things, all the pain turning to pleasure as his mouth licks and bruises my chest. He travels lower and lower until he's over my stomach, over the wound. I'm afraid of what may happen now, but I'm also eager with anticipation at it as well. He licks the stray blood all the way over to my sides and then brings his mouth, still coated in my blood, back up to kiss me. I taste the copper tinge of my blood against his lips and then through that I taste the sharper taste of him, if it's possible to be sharper tasting than blood. I groan into his mouth but the sound is lost in his throat, only he knows that the sound has been made.

As he continues to make the kiss deeper I feel things lower on him push my legs up, which I comply with quite willingly, and then he lines himself up with my entrance. I yell in pain as he forces himself inside as fast as he can and with no preparation. I can't say there was no warning, because when he pressed the way he did I should have known better, but all the same that doesn't take away from the scorching pain that runs through my ass and up my spine. I grasp onto his back, nails digging in hard enough to draw blood from him that is soon coating my finger tips. He pulls away from the kiss then, head tilting back at the sensation of all the sweet pleasure and pain mixing into one.

I grin up at him as he pulls back and thrusts inside me once more, grunting with the effort inside my tight muscles, though my blood now eases the way. He purrs a little, a strange sound coming from him, as he thrusts again and again, finding the rhythm that he wants and sticking with it. His hands continue to behave themselves all the way up until he pushes my legs back for a better angle. Then I loose track of his hands as he hits that little bundle of nerves in me that leaves me seeing white and yelping. I moan out his name as he strikes it again, and now that his thrusts consistently hit there I no longer care what he does to my body.

I vaguely feel his fingers playing along my shoulder muscles, my jaw muscles clenched and in pain. On my shoulder I can feel the muscles sliding along his fingers and I can only imagine what inner questions he is answering for himself.

It's not long with him hitting that little bundle of nerves within before he takes me over the edge and despite their soreness my jaw muscles shoot open as I cry his name. I feel, only moments later, his orgasm as warmth spreads inside me where it should never touch.

He stays above me for a moment before sliding out of me and laying down on his side next to me, one hand still on my shoulder but no longer inside me. I look into his eyes when I finally get the strength to turn my head and they seem lost almost. I've gotten used to this sight. It's the one that he gets when he's not sure if he's gone too far or not. And he says he doesn't care about me.

I can't find the strength to shift onto my side, but I do move so that my side is pressed along the length of his body. He doesn't smile, he doesn't show any real signs of happiness at this, but his arm snakes over my body more possessively and his eyes soften quite a bit. And he says he doesn't care about me. Hah.