I was up first, the soft noise of the door falling shut enough to rouse me. A trail of messy black threads disappearing beneath it told me Lucky figured out how to get out and was now off gallivanting about the complex unsupervised.

That was going to have to be someone else's problem for a bit.

I laid on my side enjoying the heated cocoon of the blankets, just kind of staring at Hidan. He always looked so innocent when he slept. The devious angle of his brows smoothed into a peaceful curve above near-translucent eyelids. This close, I could see the faint purple veins spider-webbing beneath his pale skin and it made him look fragile against all odds. His mouth, which usually hung ajar to allow for some raspy snoring, was shut and relaxed, breaths puffing gently from his nose instead. The rise and fall of his sturdy chest was slow and steadfast. Between all that and the elegantly disheveled silver hair tickling across his forehead, he seemed at peace for once.

It was by far and wide, my favorite sight–a stark difference from the growling, bloodied, aching Hidan from the day before.

And his eyes, even in the ambient glow of the dimly lit room, seemed to shine brightl–hold on a sec.

I'd been admiring the little dimple on his chin for so long that I hadn't even realized he woke up and was staring right back, eyes snapped onto me with raised brows, looking amused.

"Y'know…" he yawned with a stretch and a crack of his shoulder. "If you weren't so beautiful, this would be seriously creepy. Feels like I'm dating Zetsu or some shit."

So much for at peace.

"I'm not as creepy as him!" I defended out of instinct, but yeah, maybe I was a slight creep. Baby creep.

"Mm, but she doesn't deny that she's beautiful. Fucking progress."

"Listen," I huffed. "I don't even have to see what my hair is doing right now. I can feel it. And beautiful is not the word for it."

"Mm, denied. Plus you got these cute little crusties in the corners of your eyes," he teased, reaching out like he was going to freaking get them.

I gaped, swatting him away before violently rubbing my eyes. "Gross, Hidan! Don't touch them!"

"Why not?! They're adorable!" he attested, laughing and prying my arms away.

"Hidan!" I squealed, squirming with all the fervor of a hyperactive caterpillar which only made him laugh harder.

With a tilt of his head, he gave me an adoring smirk before rolling flat on his back and yanking me onto him, looping his arms around my waist to keep me there. "You never let me have any fun," he murmured.

I pulled back enough to give him as stern a look as I could muster. "After yesterday, I'm not sure I should."

Yeah, he'd clearly been waiting for that. He winced, rubbing his face, running a hand through his hair. "Right. Yesterday. Talking about it."

"Yes, please."

"Mm, you sure you don't wanna do anything else? I could think of some things that might take your mind off it," he suggested with a bite of his lip and a push of his hips–positioned just beneath mine, by the way.

It very nearly derailed me, especially as his hands came to grab my sides and pull me down against him. But I was determined to be a mature adult for at least the first ten minutes of my day. I'd probably be exhausted after that and perhaps willing to revisit the subject, but for now I was focused.

"I don't want to take my mind off it. I want to get yours on it, Hidan."

He pouted, clearly disappointed in his seduction skills and apparently unaware of how close I'd come to careening off the rails–launching over a cliff to land with an orgasmic explosion in the heart of Hornyville, of which he was the mayor of course. The fullness of that pouty lip got me though, I couldn't resist taking his face into my hands and pressing my lips soft against his.

He met me with a throaty noise and an eager tongue, and I had to break it off nearly as quickly as I'd started it. God, he was tricky. He was tricky and he knew it, based on the devious little smirk and tongue running over his lip.

I admired his face with a sigh, petting his mussed hair into place. "Hidan…"

"Sweetheart."

"Talking," I reminded.

"Hey, you started that one, baby girl."

"I–fine. I'll accept that. Now, what about what you started yesterday?" I asked, helplessly exasperated and I'd only been awake a few minutes.

He couldn't quite quell the roll of his eyes, or to be more accurate, he didn't even try. "Pft. Technically I didn't start shit," he grumbled, and I gave him a discerning purse-lipped look. "The guy fucked around and found out. Is that really so bad?!"

"Hidan… what does that even mean?"

"It means he fucked with the wrong girl–my girl–and he found out that was a very bad idea. Simple as, sweetheart."

"What are you talking about?" I pressed, racking my brain for any offensive quip Itachi slung my way the previous day and coming up with nil. "He was perfectly polite!"

"Baby, I ain't talkin' about what he did to you yesterday." He gave me a pointed look.

"Oh, so… oh…" I paused. Processing. Realizing.

"Yeah. You know what he did, and you know he deserved that shit."

"Hidan, that was so long ago!" I balked.

He shrugged. "Recent enough for it to still affect you."

"Well–" I sputtered, knowing he wasn't technically wrong. "Well that's on me! You promised you'd be able to be okay about it when I told you!"

"No," he was quick to correct. "I said I wouldn't kill him, and unfortunately I kept my word."

I shook my head, pleading with my eyes for him to have a better answer than that. "Hidan… this is not making me feel better. How am I supposed to trust that you won't do it again if you're not sorry at all?"

"Hey. Look at me," he said, brows pinched as he searched my face. "Decking that Uchiha in the face was just about one of the most satisfying things I've ever done in my life–"

"Hida–"

"BUT–" he interjected, "–it wasn't worth what it put you through." He stretched to kiss my cheek, murmuring against it, "I am sorry, sweetheart."

I sighed, closing my eyes, enjoying the warmth of his lips against my skin. "You mean that?"

"Course I do," he assured, punctuating it with a peck. "Just to be super clear though, I'm not sorry for pushing his pretty, fuckboi face in. Just for pissing you off so bad that you actually said the fuck word and opened up a goddamn burial ground for our dumb asses."

Hidan may have had a silver tongue, but lord was it tarnished. I choked on a laugh even though it shouldn't have been funny, and he did not need the encouragement.

"I kinda flew off the handle, didn't I?" I asked, wincing.

"Baby, you fucking yeeted off it so hard. It was insane–" He paused for a kiss, "–and hot as hell." Another kiss. "And please don't ever fucking do it again, you gave me like five fucking heart attacks. I swear." Another five kisses, one for each cardiac arrest apparently.

Pft. Because he's never any cause for concern? Pot, meet kettle.

I wanted to be mad still, stern for at least a little longer, but God did he make me weak. Staring up at me, his expression still begging the question of forgiveness, all I could do was sigh. "I promise I won't if you promise me that you won't hurt Itachi again. Or get yourself hurt! That was horrible to watch, Hidan. It really was. I had my own heart attacks, you know, and I'm not immortal."

His brows knit, face awash with guilt. "I know…"

"I just… I can't handle this stress. I feel so out of control already. Scared of the stupidest stuff–the dark, these nightmares? I can't stop wondering which corner Orochimaru is going to be hiding behind. I worry about everything and I just can't worry about you and Itachi too. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to take the stress but–"

"I know, baby," he said, cutting me off with a kiss. "I know. Don't be sorry. Don't you be fucking sorry. I promise, okay? I won't do it again. I'm done. It's out of my system. You don't need to worry about me."

"Okay…" I accepted, biting my lip. "Can I ask you something?"

"I'm an open book, sweetheart."

"Did the, um… did the voices have anything to do with it?"

The question alone colored him with a certain intensity, the curious tilt of his brows leveling into a stern line. He was hard to read like this–a rarity–and it was an answer all on its own.

"They might have egged me on a bit," he admitted after a moment of hesitation, quick to follow up in a rush. "But you shoulda heard the shit they wanted me to do! I was a fucking saint compared to that! They wanted me to go sooo much further, baby you don't even know. They wanted me to–to fucking–" he halted, thinking better of continuing on. "Look, it doesn't matter because I didn't do it, okay? I swear I fought it. Most of it, anyway." He was rambling, nearly tripping over his words as he spit them out fast, wanting to make sure I knew he wasn't just some lost cause.

Ugh. This man. He was just staring up at this with this ill-fitting shame, anxiously awaiting a response like a puppy that made a whoopsie and thought maybe, just maybe that was going to be the one that got him sent back to the kennel. I could only look at him, trying to hide my pity–he wouldn't want it–just wishing I wasn't so useless in helping him.

"Oh, Hidan…" I murmured, reaching to press a kiss to his forehead.

"I don't wanna be like this, baby. I swear… I don't want to be your fucking burden."

"I know. I know you don't, and you're not. We're going to figure this out together, okay? I'm just glad you're alright."

"I'm fine. I'm always fine."

"Mhm. And how is Itachi?"

Hidan rolled his eyes. "Pretty boy is fine too." This news was apparently painful for him to relay based on his expression. "Ugh… he just made me so fuckin' mad. And they were so loud. And I thought about what he did and I just fuckin–"

"I know, I know, Hidan," I cut in, hands on his cheeks, pulling him into another kiss. If that was all I could do, then I would do it a thousand times. "But it's over. They're quiet now, right?"

"Yeah… they're quiet," he sighed, smoothing down my hair, his smile returning. "Don't know what I'd do without you."

"Good thing you won't have to find out."

"Mm, speaking of good things, you gonna let me say good mornin' to you properly?" he trailed off with a less-than-subtle roll of his hips, making it blatantly clear how good of a morning it could be.

I let out a flustered noise that was supposed to be an unaffected laugh. "Hidan… I-I don't know."

"What?" he teased, keeping himself pressed against me so I had no choice but to feel the gradual swell of him. "You think I'd take it like a uh, a reward for my delinquent behavior or somethin'? Hm? Worried I won't learn my lesson?" Another press, prodding for an answer among other things...

"I-I mean… kind of? Yes?" That was pretty close to holding my ground, right?

Sure, dear. Sure.

"Then don't," he said, looking at me very seriously, eyes flitting across my face with a certain excitement like he just had a stroke of genius. "Don't reward me, baby. Punish me."

"Wh-what?!" I knew Hidan needed to manage his sexual expectations of me, but this? Hah. This was reaching. Imagining me in like… leather stuff? With whips and spikes and things? I almost burst out laughing at the thought.

Oh the cringe.

"Yeah," he said, nodding fervently, further convincing himself and only himself that this was a great idea. "Yeah, it doesn't have to be like that for me, baby. I don't need to come, not if you don't let me."

"If I don't let you? Hidan, what… what are you even talking about?"

"Sweetheart…" he murmured, hands running down my back and cresting over my bottom. Each palm huge and spanning over my cheeks which he seized firmly with a possessive shake, pulling me against him to meet another urge of his hips. He was hard beneath me now, pressed flush to the junction of my hip and he shifted me over just slightly, just enough to nudge directly against my center and–oh God.

The feeling shallowed my breath, tugged heavy at my eyelids. If he was trying to seduce me, it was working.

"I'll fuck you good, baby girl. Give you the wake up you deserve..." He paused, wearing this doting look like he'd never had a better idea. "And you… you just enjoy it for as long as I can hold out, and just when I'm about to lose it–you don't let me. It's simple, sweetheart."

I blinked. It was still a confounding concept, like I could possibly stop him from doing anything. "Don't let you," I repeated, turning the words over on my tongue like that'd help me picture it.

"Yeah! I'll fucking blue balls it, baby. It'll be fucking torture!" he promised with another squeeze of my ass and that charming smile of his.

I would have laughed, his plan absurd as always, if he didn't look so genuine about it and I wasn't being so utterly undone by the now slow, continuous grind of his erection, the feel of his fingertips creeping beneath the hem of my panties to knead at the softness of my bare ass. Hidan did have a certain way with words, but his hands reached a level beyond at times.

"Yeah, look at you," he noted, eyes darkening as he regarded me intently. "Gettin' all hot for me just thinkin' about it, aren't you?" Realizing he was absolutely right, I snapped my mouth shut with a swallow to stop any more undignified panting.

He smiled like he thought that was cute. Cute that I'd even try to maintain some semblance of threading myself together because he knew best how he was going to tear me apart.

"What do you want me to do, baby girl?" he asked in earnest, voice dipping low and gravelly, pupils dilating and fixated on mine. "Want me to pin you down? Take you from behind?"

"I–um… that sounds–"

Very lovely. Please and thank you.

"We gotta break in this bed, y'know…"

Another hard swallow may have held back a few wanton noises, but it did nothing to stop the spicy little knot twisting in my depths as he pulled me to ride along his arching hips. "Hidan, this… this doesn't seem all that torturous for you…"

He smirked, shaking his head, eyes darkening further as he brought a hand to cup my face. "Oh, that's where you're dead wrong, sweetheart…" He thumbed at my cheek before trailing a finger from temple to jaw, tipping my chin up to direct my gaze at his and speaking to me in a deep murmur. "No, baby. Trust me, it'll be agony… because alllll I'm thinkin' about right now is how fucking incredible it would feel to dick you down into this bed…"

The hand still on my ass swept across the cheeks before ripping my panties down. With a hitching breath, I tried looking back over my shoulder but he gripped my chin firmly. "Eyes on me," he commanded patiently. "I'm just gettin' these out of the way so I can touch you, baby girl. You do want that, don't you?"

I just stared for a moment, face flushed and head cloudy, swallowing hard with a nod. "I… I do."

"Mm. Yeah. I know you do. Look at these pretty, rosy cheeks, you've been thinkin' about it for a while now, haven't you?"

Another nod and a small, but audible 'yes' put a very satisfied look on his face.

"Yeah, that's okay," he comforted with a tilt of his head, carding his fingers through my hair. "I've been thinkin' about you too."

"You have?"

"Mhm… been thinkin' 'bout the pretty little faces you make when I touch you… how wet you get for me." He paused, eyes softening, though still intent and unblinking. "Thinkin' 'bout the way you look at me when I talk to you like this, how you lose your breath. It's so fuckin' cute, baby."

I let out some blustering noise as if to deny it, as if I wasn't well aware of how my body seemed to loosen on command at the mere sound of his voice humming low, murmuring terrible, wonderful things to me.

"Yeah, look at you gettin' all shy about it," he teased with a grin, tip of his tongue caught between his teeth. "Funny. You're not too shy when your whole body's shaking every time I make you come–so fucking hot by the way–how you tense up, ride it out so good for me, baby." He shook his head like he still couldn't believe it, even as he recalled it vividly. He'd been right in calling me out, that hearing him talk dirty unraveled me quickly, but he was no exception to this himself.

"Oh God sweetheart," he breathed, brows tilting into something pleading as he touched my face, tucking the hair behind my ear. "I want you so bad. Wanna come all over this beautiful ass, you have no fucking clue."

Except I did. He'd been giving me a very big, hard clue for a little while now and I found myself practically panting again from just listening to him, from how he looked at me. I was nothing short of enamored, completely entranced with him and speechless.

"Only I know I can't do that..." He shook his head, staring at my lips and idly thumbing across them. "It's fucking killing me just thinking about it–being so close and having to fucking pull out and just… deal with it. Can't even jerk off after. That sound like punishment enough to you, sweetheart?"

Chewing at my lip, I tried to think of any reason to deny him and came up empty. It didn't help that my brain was short-circuiting with each word and every press of him, hot and thick against what was now a very swollen bundle of nerves between my legs. "Well... just how am I, um… how am I supposed to stop you?"

He grinned, knowing that question meant I was deeply considering it–that his foot was in the door and heck, he'd just kick down. "Easy. You just say so, baby. Tell me to stop and I'll stop," he murmured, catching his lip between his teeth as he returned his other hand to my now exposed ass, bringing both of them against it with a stinging smack.

My body jolted forward, hands clinging to his shoulders, breath catching in my throat before spilling out as a stuttered aftershock of a cry. I bit my lip in a delayed attempt to hold it in, eyes clenched shut in the anticipation of another.

"God…" Hidan mumbled, "love spanking this ass. We need to do some more of that, but not today. You've been good, baby girl." And the gentle rubbing over my stinging cheeks was evidence enough that I would not be the one punished that day. "Swear to God or the devil or who-the-fuck-ever, you got me so wrapped around every fucking finger down to your toes. I'd do anything you asked."

"You would?" I questioned breathlessly.

"Anything," he reiterated, hips arching up to keep me falling apart in his grasp.

And while I held a shred of my sanity before he inevitably screwed it out of me, I thought to use the opportunity. "So… if I asked you to apologize to Itachi?"

Hidan stilled, his face dropping entirely deadpan. "Seriously? You're gonna kill my boner just like that? What'd it ever do to you?"

I bit back a breathy laugh, gently sweeping through his stupidly sexy morning hair. "Only good things," I assured, stretching up for a kiss. "But this has nothing to do with that."

"You're really gonna lay there and tell me my torture proposal wasn't enough? You wanna put me through that shit too?" He was pouting and my god, was it criminally cute.

"Hidan, you hit him. You need to apologize… and that's in addition to the um, the other thing."

He raised a brow and asked hopefully, "The other thing as in… me fucking you good as long as I don't blow my load?"

My face burned–his phrasing blunt as ever–and I averted my eyes, adding with a mumble, "yes, and that last part is effective until we've had our date."

He broke into a grin, his hands spreading my cheeks apart and inching his fingers down along the center. "So you remember that date thing, huh?"

"You thought I–" the pad of his finger was edging precariously close to a hole I hadn't expected to get much attention. "–thought that I wouldn't?" I asked, my voice leaping up an octave.

He shrugged. "I ain't mad. Look at you layin' down the law. Hot as hell, baby girl."

Feeling him brush over that hole though, I jumped at what I assumed was an accidental touch and only began squirming with a whine as he rubbed firmly against it. His other hand gripped tight, holding me still and open as he urged me to relax. "Shh shh shh, baby. Baby. Calm down, I'm not going in. Just see if it feels good like this, okay? I'm just curious..."

"Hidan," I hissed, mortified and still uselessly trying to worm away from the finger massaging my freaking asshole. "You know that's my–my… ah–"

He did something. Stroked across what felt like a million nerve endings in that tight ring of muscle and it had my body arching into the touch.

"Do I know that's your ass? That what you were gonna ask me, baby girl?"

I just stared back, mouth agape with breathlessness, nodding and likely looking the strangest mix of horny and concerned.

"Yeah, sweetheart… I am very fucking aware," he murmured, craning his neck to see over me with a bite of his lip.

He pulled me open further, really sinking against me as much as he could without actually pushing inside, though they teased at the possibility. Just fingers pressed flat and working me over, coaxing a puckering twitch and surprised little puffs from me, my only consolation being that his breath got a little lost too, brows pinching at my reactions.

"Feels good, right?"

Yes. God, yes. But I was under the impression that was an exit only kind of situation.

"Is that… normal? Should i-it?"

A noise of appreciation, deep and rumbling in Hidan's chest hinted strongly at yes. "God, there's so much I wanna show you, sweetheart…" he groaned, kissing me deeply. "and I will… and all of it should feel fucking good. You know to tell me the second it doesn't, right?"

I whined something resembling an mhm and he stretched to press a kiss to my forehead. "That's my girl. Gettin' so good at tellin' me what she likes," he praised, swiping rougher across that hole, the friction of it maddening and earning him a litany of whiny gasps as he picked up pace.

"Fuck… you're gonna make this fucking hard on me aren't you?" he questioned, jaw pushed out as he examined every embarrassing contortion of my expression. "All these pretty little noises and I'm barely playin' with your ass… you really gonna make me wait until after our date to let me come, baby girl?"

"I… is it t-too harsh?" I winced, second guessing myself. "I don't know w-when—" and my breath spiked as his other hand found its way to the front entrance.

"Hm? Somethin' on your mind?" he questioned innocently, two fingers slipping between my lips and his groaning praises of how wet I was thrummed against my tightening coil.

"I-I don't know when y-you were–ahm… p-planning on taking me… me out." Oh it was freaking impossible to string a sentence together as he worked me open, one large finger slipping inside and tugging against my slick wall.

He tipped his head back with a breathy laugh. "Sweetheart, if those are the terms I'm finding a way to make that fucking date happen today, don't you worry."

He kissed me, or maybe I kissed him. I couldn't be sure.

I was just a ball of nerves, and as far as I could tell, he was hitting all of them, leaving me a writhing mess to just moan into his mouth as he still tried to kiss me against all reason. Some sloppy display of passion, licking at the insides of my cheeks and sucking on my tongue as he added another finger and curled them and ohoh, yes. Yes, there.

I choked on a cry, my fingers finding his shoulders, nails biting hard enough to earn his growling approval. "That's it, baby girl," he encouraged, reminding me just how swollen and wanting he was with a buck of his hips.

"You're ready for me." It wasn't a question, barely even a statement. More like a thought so loud and impatient that it slipped out between shallow breaths. Before I could so much as enthusiastically agree, he was tugging at my clothes and flipping me on my stomach effortlessly.

"Oh my fucking God…" I heard him mutter before feeling the hot press of his chest flush against my bare back as he draped over me, bringing his lips to brush against the shell of my ear. "Sweetheart… baby, listen to me–"and he paused to swallow, wetting his lips like he'd just been drained of moisture all at once. "–I'm gonna fuck you good. I am. I'm gonna hold out as long as I can. Make you come as much as I can–as hard as I can… " he broke to pepper my neck with kisses, pecks and nibbles, some open-mouthed and sloppy, others sucking hard enough to mark me. "But holy shit, baby… you got me goin' so bad already, and I just caught the hottest fucking view of you from behind and fuck… I dunno how long I can go for before I–"

"–Hidan…" I cut him off, whimpering, feeling him hard and prodding at my entrance. "I don't care, I just want you." It came out pathetically impatient, especially as I lifted back against him just enough to push his crown to kiss into me.

"Ah ah ah, none of that," he scolded, shoving my hips down into the bed. "I need you resting, sweetheart. Can you be good and just lay here for me? Just get fucked by me, nothing more?"

He kissed across my shoulders as I answered, told him yes several stuttered times, apologizing breathlessly, and he consoled me between kisses. "It's okay. It's okay, baby. I'm gonna take care of you, you'll see. Just be good for me and take it, okay?"

"O-okay," I squeaked out. "I-I'll be good. Just, please…"

"Mm, my needy girl…" he growled, reaching back to grab himself, rubbing along my slit with a groaning curse at the slickness. "My needy wet girl… holy fuck you're so good to me…" he whispered, lining himself up and breaching my core just the smallest, teasing amount.

A whiny string of please's mixed in with his name leaked out of me, my whole body burning with anticipation, literal flames between my legs that needed him to snuff them out.

Still propped over me, Hidan's breath wavered in my ear as he pushed in past the tip, pausing to tell me how much he loved when I begged for him. That it was beautiful, that I was beautiful. That I'd been so so good and he couldn't wait to reward me.

So he didn't wait.

He did just as he said and took me, tearing a strangled gasp from my throat as he squeezed between my legs with a scraping exhale. Bearing down so much weight that he pinned me there with no effort at all and God, 'taking me from behind' could not have been more accurate.

"Fuck… shit, you're so tight baby girl," he groaned, inflection pained because of what was to come–that being not him. "Still can't believe you're mine."

I was his and he wanted to make sure I knew it. As if there was any question. Knuckles running white, my fingers twisted into the sheets as he sank deep, sloppily kissing me as much as he possibly could. My cheek, neck, shoulders, hair–everywhere–and for a moment I was living off his touches alone.

The feeling of him taking me so deliberately slow was unreasonably euphoric. I loved the build of it, the tense hum of every fiber being tested, stretching to find the limits only to realize there were none. My limits were him,and he was immeasurable–insatiable.

Hidan didn't need speed to have force and he split me wide open, bringing with it that merciless fullness. That constant brimming of it's too muchI'm too small. The nudging of his nose beneath my jaw, heat gusting against my ear, whispers from him promising no, no it was perfect. He'd make me feel how perfect it was.

His name blistered off my tongue when he nestled to the root with a spill of breathless praises. "Fuck, oh sweetheart. My baby girl, is this okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?" His breath was unsteady and for once, it was his body shaking against mine as he summoned the restraint to still himself, waiting for my response.

I shook my head vehemently, whining that it was so good because two simple words was all I could muster, but they didn't put a dent in my actual feelings. His hands wormed beneath me to hook around my shoulders, fingers digging in to better hold me still as he began drilling hard.

"God, I'm lucky my baby likes this cock so deep…" he murmured approvingly, jolting harder, stuffing me so full that my vision blanked with each thrust. "You like how much you can take like this?"

Yes. Yes, I really did. And I tried to convey that sentiment but the word caught each time, dying on the end of pitching breaths.

"Does it feel so good you–ah hah–you can't even talk, sweetheart?"

I babbled something at him in my defense, some whimpering nonsense that only proved his point as he sank to the hilt and just rocked.

Oh I lost it.

"There it is…" he breathed, knowing exactly what he found. An overwhelming tenderness swelling unbearably with each nudge, spreading through me, pulling tears down my cheeks and cries from my throat in rhythm with his hips.

"Fuck, that's it. Take it, baby," he growled, relentless against me as his mouth pushed right to my ear, further encouraging me through shameless grunts. "Be good and just fucking take it… be as loud as you fucking need to on this cock. It's okay, sweetheart."

He had me sobbing his name. There was nothing else. No vision–eyes too screwed tight. No words–just a mingling of our desperately lewd noises. Him jerking deeper into me than ever and one very exploratory hand running across every curve. Wordlessly fawning over each one, the comfort of his affection so undeniably present with every squeeze, his lips against me like prayers, like I was something to be worshiped.

There was something about him dwarfing me so completely, elbows bracketing my side and crushing with so much weight that I should have felt smothered–trapped–but somehow that wasn't it. Quite the opposite. I was secure, safe beneath him. Nothing bad could happen, no one could get me, not while he had me like that.

And God, he had me like that.

It was the longest he'd gone without a word, and when I cracked an eye open to catch a glimpse of this man, I understood why. His eyes were clenched tight, teeth bared because he was trying so hard to hold himself together.

For me. So that I could find release before he had to relent.

"Oh…" the moan fell right out of me at the sight. Propped over me, his chest was heavy against my back with every muscle engaged and tight, body both caging mine down and slapping into it at a pace growing as quick as it was loud. The sweat on his brow made disheveled strands of hair stick to his forehead and good lord this man was beautiful.

When he opened his eyes to meet mine it left me breathless. The smallest glint of amethyst, and yet it held all the affection in the world. Like I was the only thing in it.

His brows tipped up so earnest and sweet and as if to translate what I was already seeing, he told me how much he loved me. Just blurted it out like he couldn't hold it in any longer, quickly adding, "–but don't say it back–hah aha–not yet. Tryin' to last."

I didn't. I couldn't. He'd been riding so hard against that very tender spot and with each prod at the punishing rate, I'd reached a limit that sent my entire body to seize up all at once, clench every muscle just to stay whole at the anticipation of what would surely pull me apart.

Hidan, of course, immediately recognized my full-body freeze for what it was and hissed, bolstering himself to hunker down, snapping into me. Hands scrambling to find mine, fingers lacing tight, his feverish whispers gusted hot against my ear through gritted teeth, "Yes. Yes, oh fuck yes, baby. Come. Come on my cock. Come on, baby girl, show me how much you love it. I need to see it."

Like I needed coaxing.

"Hidan–Hida–ah!" His name shot out of me, pinched and manic as I went wire taut, burying my face into the blankets.

"Fuck. Fuck. So fuckin' tight when you come," Hidan wheezed, screwing into me relentlessly.

If there'd been a dam between my legs holding back a wave of intensity, Hidan hammered straight through it. Biting down on a fold of blankets, a torrent of ungodly noises choked out of me in the flood of ecstasy.

His face pushed into the crook of my neck where he whispered an unhinged pouring of filthy praises, pushing me to take a little more–just a little–ride it out until there was nothing left. "Good, good girl. There she is. Finish off on my cock, baby girl. It's all for you." The slap of our skin quieted, letting me come down nice and slow, but he didn't quite stop and the whine that leaked out of him was like nothing I'd heard before.

"God, sweetheart… I… I gotta come so bad. You gotta do something or I'm gonna–"

"No, you… you can't," I mumbled, spitting the blankets out and trying to gather my bearings. Hidan truly brought meaning to the phrase "screwing someone senseless" because mine were gone.

"Please, baby. It fuckin' hurts."

"Hidan…" I trailed off helplessly. It wasn't like I wanted to hurt him... This was all his idea to begin with.

"Please. Let me come, baby, please… I'm so fuckin' close."

I squirmed beneath him, pushing back against his chest uselessly. Shaking my head, mustering all my confidence to remind him that no, he couldn't… ignoring the concerning part of me that found some heated thrill in that failed struggle beneath him.

"Sweetheart… I'm fuckin' begging you here. I'm gonna explode if I don't, I swear. You seriously got me so hard," he choked, thrusting deep and nailing that spot and–

"Oh–"

Quickly snaking a hand beneath my hips, I suddenly and desperately chased down the sparking feeling lighting me aflame from within. Fingers sliding between wet lips and I pressed hard on my bud, rubbing furiously in tandem with the grind of Hidan's hips and I eked out a desperate plea, short and sweet. "Don't come. Don't stop. I-I'm c-ahhmmng–"

"Gotta be fuckin' kidding me," Hidan hissed, his forehead dropping to the bed beside my face as he powered into me wordlessly. The groan that poured out of him crescendoed into a long, drawn out growl–practically a shout–his limits at the max as I laid beneath him sobbing through another orgasm and begging him, "no, not yet. Don't stop yet, please," every time he asked if I'd finished, which was just about every second.

"I gotta… baby, I can't–hah–can't…"

"Hidan please. I l-love it so much. Promise I'm a-almost done." I was practically a puddle beneath him, deliriously greedy in my demands.

"Fuck, okay. Okay… okay, but fuck, you're gonna make me come in you if I keep goin'," he groaned, pumping erratically in his attempt to wring out my ecstasy while avoiding his own.

And suddenly I didn't care about his punishment anymore, going limp as I finally reached my end.

"So come in me then…" I mumbled.

"The fuck?!" He clapped hard just once more with an agonizingly strangled noise. Tearing out, he flopped on his back, gripping tight to the base of his length.

Laying perfectly still and tense, he was frantic in his muttering. Just a string of breathless nos and fucks, cringing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth.

Clumsily coming out of my double post-orgasmic haze, I pawed at him, asking what was wrong.

"Ah ah! Hands off! I'm trying not to come over here! In fact don't even fuckin' look at me, I'm that godamn close, seriously. I can't believe you fuckin' said that shit…"

"Oh," I giggled, relieved that was all. Based on his dramatics I would have thought his dick broke off or something.

"Oh," Hidan mocked with a breathy laugh, still holding tight to himself but seeming to decompress a little. "I'm glad it's so funny for you, sweetheart. Hey, totally unrelated… how were those orgasms? Enjoy yourself?"

"Oh no, don't you…" breathing was still difficult, "don't you guilt me, Hidan… this was–was all your idea! I was prepared to go with nothing!"

He bit his lip, smiling over at me. "But you're glad you didn't, right?"

Absurdly sexy, this man. I could only laugh and smile back, stretching over to get closer to him. "Of course I am..."

"Wasn't expecting to squeeze a second oneout of you if I'm being honest. Pretty prouda myself."

"It snuck up on me!"

"You're fuckin' tellin' me" he breathed. "That shit almost had me pumping some damn babies into you, I swear. Lucky for you I have, like, crazy good self control."

Mhm and where was that yesterday?

"I really am lucky to have you, aren't I?" I mused, still riding high on serotonin and a bit breathless as I curled into his side.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, kissing the top of my head and nosing into my hair with a massive sigh. "I think we all know who the lucky one is between us, and it sure as shit ain't you."

Regardless of how untrue I felt that was, it was a fight I'd never win with him. I was a clumsy little noodle and he was Hidan. Immortal, powerful, absolute sweetheart–to me anyway–sex god. How he came to pick me was still beyond comprehension.

"Guess we don't need any little Hidans running around just yet," I sighed.

"Nah, probably not," he laughed. "Some little Hidans would be pretty cute though, not gonna lie. But little Izumis? Fucking trouble."

"Hey!" I defended. And that was it, my only defense, because yeah, he was totally right. One of me was plenty.

He grinned, always happy to get my goat. I may as well have chucked it at him.

I shifted up along him to wrap around his head, cradling it to my chest and pressing a kiss to the top of it. "I hope it's okay to say this now..."

"Hm?"

"I love you," I murmured, lips still against him, arms squeezing and fingers scratching through his hair. He decompressed, releasing the death grip on himself to roll onto his side and grab at my back, ensnaring me there against him with a heavy, satisfied breath.

"One more time, baby…" he mumbled and I happily obliged, softly reminding him several more times. Not only that I loved him, but why I did. Because of how silly he was, and how he always always always found a way to make me laugh. How he could read me better than any book. How I admired his strength and honesty, that his arms were my safe haven–that they felt like home.

And he didn't say anything, he just let me talk, clutched at me harder, rubbed at my back and buried his face up into my neck so I didn't have a shot at seeing it. But I didn't need to, his emotions ran so high I could feel them permeating through me.

This man broke my heart and filled it with just the sound of his unsteady breath. He was so starved for this and as such, devoured my soft whisperings with silent fervor. Hidan did not let me take care of him often–him and his skewed perception of what it meant to be a man–so I reveled in the quiet until he eventually broke it.

And he did so, of course, to dote on me, pulling me into his arms and carrying me into the bathroom. Tutting me playfully for being such a mess even without his contribution, which had my cheeks burning and face burying into his chest.

The spray of the shower burned hot as we washed each other, and it did not escape my notice that Hidan's erection seemed like a permanent fixture on his body at that point. When I made mention of it he just laughed and told me it sucked even worse than he expected.

"Hope you're happy," he teased, purposefully nudging it against my belly. And I was happy. Not that his dick was at risk of exploding though–just in general.

"You did this to yourself. You do know that, right?"

"Myself?" Hidan laughed, "I mean, I know I'm hot, baby girl, but I don't make myself this hard. Give yourself some credit."

"Okay, so maybe I helped a little," I agreed sheepishly, trailing a handful of suds along his abdomen and further, hesitating at the hard lower flat of his stomach.

He expected me to stop there, I could tell by that smarmy look on his face. Like it was cute that I was so predictably timid. So, maybe I took it as a challenge. Maybe I didn't stop because he so clearly assumed I'd shy away.

In all fairness, I hadn't planned on torturing him further, but there was something about that cocky expression that silently spoke volumes of you won't, that had my fingertips combing down through that silvery patch of hair and trailing along his length.

Challenge accepted.

He cocked a brow, his lips falling open with a breath, both in pleasure and my unexpected audacity. "Oh, you are fucking evil," he groaned, urging his hips against my palm in some effort to get more.

"I'm just washing you up, what's so evil about that?" I asked innocently, slowly wrapping my fingers around him and stroking languid and thorough because yes, I was actually cleaning him… in an admittedly evil kind of way.

It was the first time I'd held him like that, all on my own and not racing toward some finish line. It spiked my pulse, stirred an uproar of nervous little butterflies in my stomach. Oh, but I loved it–the tangible swell, the firmness beneath my delicate fingers and the way they couldn't quite touch because my hands were so small and he was so not.

Entirely enamored, teeth anxiously working my bottom lip, I was lost in exploring him. Feeling how the flooded veins raised tracks along his length. How he twitched with a gasp when I gently rubbed at the soft little patch at the underside of his tip.

A quick glance told me Hidan was equally, if not more enraptured with the sight. He was full on panting, staring down intensely at my soapy little hand as it curled and pulled along him from base to head.

His hands clapped against the shower wall beside my head, body slumping into a heavy lean as he pressed his forehead to mine with a low groan. He let me touch him some more, and when I brought a second hand to him, he was all fluttering eyelids and harsh gasps. "You're gonna be the fuckin' death of me," he breathed, brows pinched, hips canting into my grip.

He was a disaster. And the realization of knowing I was the one doing this to him was intoxicating. I wanted nothing more than to see his face as he came undone entirely.

"We can call it off, Hidan" I murmured with a light squeeze, rubbing against the underside of his head again–it seemed very sensitive. It was a gesture meant to be comforting, convincing even–he'd proven himself enough–but it only seemed to put a pained look on his face. "We don't have to actually wait until this date–"

"No," he barked, freezing me in place. I watched the shift of his adam's apple as he tried to soften his expression before going in for a shaky kiss on the edge of my lips. "I just mean I promised you a date and I'll fuckin' wait until then like I said I would. I can do it, sweetheart. I can do this. Why don't you hop out so I can take a freeze-my-boner-off kinda shower, hm?"

"You're sure?"

"Mhm. Go get some breakfast, baby. I'll be out soon hopefully."

"Okay," I pouted, giving him a kiss and one last squeeze before releasing him.

"Sweetheart," he murmured as I pulled back, smirking with a tilt of his head. "You actually want to get me off, don't you?"

I blustered out some embarrassed noise, averting my eyes and mumbling, "Of course I do… I don't like seeing you all, like–" I vaguely gestured at his penis, "like this."

Hidan tipped his head back with a breathless laugh before bringing his hands to my hair, smoothing it against the sides of my neck, holding me there with an expression torn between amused and adoring. "My fucking God you are seriously the cutest thing in the world. You know that?"

"Not reall–"

"Rhetorical question, sweetheart, of course you do." And he planted a big smooch on my forehead like that was the end of that. "Now get your adorable ass out of here so I can trick my dick into hibernation and think about how I've sinned on this day. How my sexy ass girlfriend offered me a handjob and I said fucking no. How very far I've fallen, all for the sake of pride and–"

"Okay, okay!" I laughed, pressing my lips to his once more to put a stop to whatever insane rant he was embarking on. With a few more kisses and those three words passed between them, I stepped out of the shower, vowing internally that I'd pick up where I left off some other time.

While not at all unexpected, I did not manage to get away without a resounding slap of my ass.

I thought maybe I'd wait for him, but after pulling on some clean clothes and toweling off my hair, the water was still running. Between that and an audible groan of frustration, it was clear he was having a hard time still…

Yes, the pun is intended. The pun is always freaking intended.

So I'd just go to the kitchen on my own then. Fine. Okay. That was fine. I could go out there and start breakfast like normal. Wasn't like I was feeling on edge about anything or anyone in particular. Only an oversensitive idiot would still be thinking about how Kisame shoved me to the ground, his snarling face when I begged him to stop and how he smashed Hidan's skull in with ease.

How silly, to linger on such a thing. And I was not silly. No. Never.

I slipped out into the hallway, quietly padding my way to the kitchen and as I approached, the silence coming from within helped ease my nerves. Empty was fine, empty was good–"

Well, beans. Kisame sat at the kitchen table with his readers low on the bridge of his nose, quietly sipping coffee and staring intently at the crossword puzzle before him. With a squandered breath, I skipped back to hide behind the wall before he could notice me.

Despite internal pep talks and pumping myself up to be thoroughly breezy and entirely unsilly, the sight of Kisame was jarring.

Just the flash of him sitting there all peacefully did some discordant things to my brain, overlapping images of his face all screwed up, fingers gripping the shoulders of Hidan, slamming and slamming–shattering his head against the earth until it leaked.

I shook my head, breathing shaky and deep before turning on my heel to return to my room. I would wait for Hidan after al–

Slam.

–Or not. Or maybe I'd simply faceplant right into Itachi so hard he'd have to grab my shoulders just to keep me from toppling backwards. That sounded equally fun, no?

"Izumi," he said, bemused as he looked me over. "Is everything alright?"

With just one glance at his face, I realized I should have been the one asking him that. The entire left side was a mess of swollen skin, shiny and mottled with sick blooms of purplish hues peeking out from beneath his collar.

"Oh my God, Itachi," I whispered, reaching up to peel his cloak away, as if my assessment of the damage could do anything to fix it, and I certainly wasn't kissing it to make it better.

Been there, done that, heartbreak is even less fun than advertised.

"It's fine, Izumi. Please," he asserted, lips pressed together as he huffed from his nose, trying to pull away. Well, I wasn't having any of that, and he wasn't exactly exerting deadly force to stop me.

Let him try.

I shook my head, chewing the inside of my cheek as I lightly–very lightly–ran my thumb along the puffy curve of his cheek, feeling so stupidly useless and so so small. Even my voice was small, tightening slightly in my throat. "Oh, Itachi. Oh, I–I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

"I'll answer after you. I did ask you something similar, if you'll recall."

I gave him an impatient look because… really? That was absurd. Simply having two functioning eyes told you I was clearly fine and he looked very, well, distinctly unfine. He only took a single hit from Hidan as far as I knew, but wow–Hidan apparently knew how to make it count.

"Okay, look at me," I deadpanned, gesturing to my very pasty but unbruised self, thinking that should make my point well enough.

"I'm looking," he noted agreeably, and he really was. His sharingan flared on and his eyes ticked in their sockets taking in every detail without a blink. "Now what?"

Feeling the scrutiny and heat like an ant beneath a magnifying glass, I bristled, blustering out, "Not like that! I just mean to say I'm clearly fine!"

Much to my dismay, this was not enough to make him cease. He merely observed a moment longer, eventually clicking his tongue to speak, choosing his words carefully. "Oh. Well. I… would agree with that."

I sighed, Such a difficult man. "Okay, good. We agree. I'm so glad we agree. Now get rid of those, please," I huffed, flourishing at his eyes.

He cocked his head. "Get rid of my eyes?"

"No! Not your eyes, just the sharingan!"

"Do you propose I just pluck them out right here and now?" he asked very seriously, looking around like does anyone else hear this insane woman requesting I scoop out my eyeballs?

"What? No–no I wasn't saying–"

"I have no container. Am I to just hold onto them?"

"I–no–"

"Or did you want them?" he asked, his tone still genuine but the twitch of his lips told me otherwise. "I have to admit, Izumi, it is a touch macabre for you, but it's not the first time someone's wanted my eyes. Well… if it's what you so desire–"

Oh. Oh, so he was teasing me, was he? Itachi Uchiha playfully joking about removing his eyes before breakfast. Would wonders never cease?

"Itachi!" I laughed, not willing to see how far he'd take this bit, grabbing his forearms, which were rising up to his face, and yanking them back down to his chest. "You're ridiculous!"

"No. No, I'm very serious. You can ask anyone, Izumi," he assured just as seriously as he claimed to be.

I just devolved into a fit of laughter, still hanging onto him for balance, taking more than a few wheezing moments to recover and stand upright again. The infamous Itachi Uchiha, ladies and gentleman. So scary he might just awkwardly joke about giving you his eyeballs. Watch out.

"Sorry," I laughed, wiping at my eyes. "I think I'm good now."

He stared down at me, not looking particularly displeased.

"What?" I asked.

"I didn't say anything."

"No, but you looked like you were going to."

He waved a dismissive hand. "It was nothing."

I raised a brow, silently questioning the terrible liar he was, and he sighed, recognizing defeat. "It was just… your laugh," he admitted,

"My laugh? What about my laugh?" I asked, prepared to defend my cackle to the death.

"Nothing. It's just been quiet around here without it. That's all."

"Oh, so you're saying my laugh is too loud?" I balked.

"I–yes, Izumi. Your laugh is too loud. That is what I was getting at."

Oooh, look at him busting out the good sarcasm for you. Very nice.

The poor man, I was clearly exasperating him and the sun had barely risen. I knew the feeling well. In my defense, he shouldn't have made it so fun. I smiled up at him though, taking pity. "You want breakfast?"

"Yes. Well, I mean yes as in I will make it. You can relax."

I pulled a face at him. "The heck? You're talking to the girl whose only useful talent is cooking. I am making breakfast, Itachi."

"Izumi," he said, voice growing stern. "I can sense your chakra better than you can. It's still very low. You should be resting as it is."

"What're you talking about? I'm totally fine–"

Suddenly his hand was pressed to my belly, the other holding steady to my shoulder like some precautionary measure to counteract my pesky fainting habit. There was a warmth that came with it, a coating of chakra humming against me. His eyes held mine and when his face fell into something even more stern, I practically grew a tail just to put it between my legs.

"It is not fine," he murmured, shaking his head. "It's so low, Izumi. I don't like that you're even up and moving about."

"O-Okay, I really did feel better," I offered apologetically, feeling myself shrinking before him. There I was, after all this time, still making his job difficult. It felt like the weight of his gaze was part of my punishment. "I'm sorry, Itachi. I swear I'm not trying to be trouble for you. I was just worried with everything yesterday and wanted to see everyone and–"

"Ah–you're no trouble, that's not what I meant," he spit out in a rush with a squeeze of my shoulder before withdrawing entirely, rubbing at the back of his neck. "You're not–please just–I know you worry, but–" he sighed, closing his eyes with a drawn out blink, and the blaze of the sharingan snuffed to dark ash once more upon opening them. "Will you please let me make you something to eat?"

I blinked up at him thinking his expression was far too concerned for the severity–or lack thereof–of the situation. Saying no almost felt mean at that point, so I agreed to his outlandish terms. "Suppose I'd rather you give me breakfast than your eyes."

He smiled. He smiled. I'd nearly forgotten the swell of pride that came with siphoning such a thing from him. With a hand to my back, he began corralling me into the kitchen where Kisame was sitting, also smiling, and his did something very different to my stomach.

A/N: Y'ALL I swear to you I cannot write a fade to black sex scene to save my life and I AM SORRY FOR IT. I know this chapter seems entirely unnecessary, but it just kind of happened and I can't be stopped idk.

Anyway, I'm not dead, just slow at updating for several reasons.

1. Writing is hard, so thank you SO much to those that leave me encouraging commentsI I appreciate all of them, you have no idea.

2. I've been re-working many of the early chapters! Which they desperately needed. but... it's very time consuming XD. Unfortunately this publication here on is not seeing those revisions because ffn is horrible for writers and makes updating a massive chore. My AO3 account (same username, though this fic is titled 'Oh Honey, There Goes Your Bastard' on there) is the one with the revised version of this fic. No plot changes or anything, but a lot of sentence structure stuff, some dialogue and added scenes here and there.

3- I have 3 other side fics (2 of which are published here, my KakuHida A/B/O fic is exclusively on my AO3 account) that I work on when I need time to mull over thoughts for this one without getting out of the writing habit.

4- Life is crazy rn.

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