Kisame was furious. Doors were slammed shut and nearly cracked as he looked through the rooms of the hideout. None of the doors revealed what he so desperately wanted. Who he so desperatelyneeded. The other Akatsuki members heard him as he rampaged through the halls and many of them decided it would be best to let him be. However, one annoying Jashinist was so perturbed by the racket Kisame was making that he finished his ritual and opened the door to the hallway. He met Kisame's face just as he'd been ready to throw open Hidan's door.

"What's all the fucking noise for, shark bait?" the Jashinist drawled. He could sense Kisame's agitation from a mile away, but when it was right in his face, it was somewhat terrifying.

"Where is she," he demanded. Hidan smirked, fully knowing whom Kisame meant and why he couldn't find her. Kisame angrily lunged toward Hidan and pinned him against the door, his faintly blue hand clutching Hidan's throat.

"Damn it, Hidan, why is she hiding her chakra!" Kisame growled, the feral gleam in his eyes increased.

Hidan chuckled as best he could with his air supply slowly being cut off. "Easy, fish face. She hid her chakra because Deidara pissed her off earlier. She probably went exploring to find a different room to disappear into," Hidan chuckled again. Her last hideout had been a remote area that few of the Akatsuki entered and only she visited, until Hidan decided it would be fun to have one of his rituals up there.

"Where would she be."

Hidan stopped smirking and sighed. Kisame really took out all the fun of this. "I don't know, sharky. That's the point of a hideout. She doesn't want to be found. She's probably sulking in the library or one of the bathrooms- huh?"

Kisame's eyes had lit up and he released Hidan and rushed off to the one place he should have known she would be in. He rushed through the hallways and when he reached his destination, he opened the door carefully so as not to disturb her.

Kiri was curled up on one of the couches in the library reading a book. She had a stack of books next to her at the foot of the couch and a mug of tea beside her on a table. Kisame studied her for a moment. He watched her as she bit her lip and furrowed her brows at certain points in the novel. Her brown locks were pulled back into a high pony tail, but a few stray strands had fallen around her face. He knew if he waited a little longer, her bright yellow eyes would light up and a toothy smile would grace her lips as she read. He stepped forward into the room, unable to contain himself much longer. Kiri heard his movement and glanced up as he shut the door behind him. She smiled brightly at her sensei, but when he locked the door behind him, her face fell into confusion.

"Kisame-sama?" she ventured to ask as she dog-eared her place in the novel. She gasped and dropped the book as he suddenly appeared in front of her, leaning over her menacingly.

"Is there something you've forgotten, Kiri-chan?" Kisame murmured as he leaned in closer to his student. He breathed in her scent, a lovely mix of herbs and the parchment of the books she was surrounded by. Her perfume was faint, but he smelled something sweet like sugar.

For a moment, Kiri's mind went completely blank as she gazed into her sensei's eyes and breathed in his scent of dango and the faint smell of the sea. Suddenly Kiri's eyes widened and her mouth dropped into a small o. "Shit, sensei. I forgot I was supposed to meet you at the border," she frantically tried to explain but before she could get another word out, Kisame rested his finger on her lips. She stopped talking as her sensei looked her over.

"You know, Kiri-chan, how worried I get when I don't know where you are," he spoke softly. He walked over to a nearby chair and slipped off his Akatsuki robe, never breaking eye contact with his lovely student. Kiri mentally scolded herself for forgetting to meet her sensei. She watched as he pulled off his black shirt and nearly moaned as he broke eye contact to look up and down her body. She knew better than to move, but she struggled not to squirm under his intense examination. She knew he wouldn't like how baggy her sweater was because it hid so much from his hungry eyes, but he definitely noticed the lack of coverage her shorts provided. Kisame sauntered back to her and his arm slipped under her legs as he straightened them out on the large couch. He let his hand linger under her legs and he stroked from her ankles up to her thighs. Kiri knew what he was planning, because she knew he loved when she begged.

"Kisame-sama, I lost track of time. It won't happen-" she began. Her voice caught in her throat as he smirked at her. She'd done it now. She cursed herself for not staying silent.

"Lost track of time, hm?" Kisame's eyes gleamed mischievously as his hands traveled up Kiri's sides. Kiri gasped as one went under the back of her shirt and pulled her up to him. The other hand he raised to brush some of her hair out of her eyes. Her hands rested on his shoulders and they sat there for a moment as Kiri struggled to remember how breathing worked.

"Well, Kiri-chan. It seems I'll have to give you a reminder so you don't forget about me," Kisame teased as he lowered his head to her ear. Kiri shivered as his lips brushed her lobe and she waited for the bite that he knew she enjoyed so much. She heard a low throaty chuckle and her fingers tightened around his shoulders. He was playing with her, teasing her as the hand on her back gently circled lower and lower. She released a small moan as Kisame planted the lightest of kisses along her jaw and down her throat. He paused above her jugular and Kiri held her breath in anticipation. She felt his sharp teeth nip at her throat once and she groaned.

"Kisame," she whispered and suddenly her sweater was pulled over her head and Kisame was pinning her down to the couch, and his hands held hers captive above her head as he pressed himself against her. He shifted his weight to his knees and held her hands down with only one hand. Kiri struggled to see if he'd release her but he merely held her hands tighter and squeezed her thighs together with his legs. His eyes glinted dangerously as he eyed his student. Her breathing had quickened as his free hand stroked her cheek and traced an invisible line down to her collarbone. He fingered the knot on the bandages she kept wrapped around her breasts and, thinking it too much trouble to unwrap them, he leaned his head down and gently bit through the first layer with his sharp teeth. He raised his eyes to meet hers and grinned when he caught her licking her lips. She gasped when his free hand started to venture down her side. His hand reached her hips and his thumb moved in small circles as it traveled inward, closer to where Kiri could feel pressure building up inside. Kisame bit through the last of the bandages and captured a nipple between his lips. He kissed and licked and nipped his sharp teeth, urging on Kiri's moans of pleasure as his hand crept closer to where he knew she was aching to be touched.

Kiri's eyes rolled back as Kisame moved on to her other breast and teased it like he had the first. She barely noticed Kisame separating her legs until she felt the warmth of his fingers over her aching clit. He stopped. Kiri's head bolted up, desperately meeting Kisame's intense gaze. He wasn't moving an inch, but his wicked grin had spread to his eyes as they swept over Kiri's naked chest.

"Mother always told me to never play with my food, but damn it's so… enjoyable," he muttered. His eyes locked with hers again and he gave her a taste of the pleasure he wanted her to beg for. His fingers dipped into her wet folds and brushed her clit. Kiri let out a cry of pleasure and thrust her hips towards him. He pulled away and watched as she trembled for his touch.

She gave in.

"Kisame-sama, please touch me," she whimpered. He gestured to her hands that he still held captive above her. She groaned and tried again. "Sensei, pleasure me, I'm begging you! Touch me there!" she thrust up her hips for emphasis. Kisame's wicked smile grew as he gently rubbed a few small circles around her clit and she cried out again. When he stopped, she moaned, "More, sensei. Please give me more!"

He let his fingers dive into her and around her and he sunk his teeth back to her jugular and bit. She cried out, screaming in pleasure as he bit and sucked her neck and as his fingers brought her to a climax. She breathed heavily as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked each one that had been inside her. She leaned toward him, wanting to taste herself, but he rose off her and released her hands. As she sat up, his lips met hers in a kiss that made her melt. He pulled away, and grinned. Kiri dazedly looked down to see that her bandages were tattered on the floor and her shorts were partially pulled down. To Kisame, she looked a glowing mess, her skin bright pink around her nipples from his attention, her ponytail falling out from thrashing about in pleasure, and her neck… there it was. He reached out and stroked the hickey that had blossomed under his care.

"Kisa-?" Kiri began to say before she realized what he'd done. Her face flushed as she realized what he had meant as a reminder.

Kisame chuckled and gathered his clothes. "We'll continue this tonight, Kiri-chan," he teased over his shoulder as his student frantically searched for her shirt.

Kiri swore under her breath, knowing she would be mercilessly mocked by the other members once they caught sight of Kisame's reminder. Although, she thought as she glanced around the library, maybe tonight she could return the favor. She chuckled as she dressed and gathered her things. Tonight, he would be begging for her touch.