A/N: and so it continues….

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Hidan could see light creeping in around the edges of his dream; could feel the tingle in his limbs as he was dragged out of his slumber. Groaning a few sleepy complaints, the albino snuggled closed to the warmth next to him. Taking in a deep breath he relaxed at the unfamiliar sent, 'like trees on a cold fall day' he thought sleepily.

Opening his pink eyes a sliver he was met with tan and black blurry lines. Scrunching his eyes closed to get rid of the sleep that lingered in them he let them flutter open again. This time pink orbs widened. 'Holy mother fucking Jashin!!' he screamed in his head as he realized that the warmth he was cuddled up next to was Kakuzu. 'How the fuck did this fucking happen!'

The last thing he remembered from the previous night was hearing the shower start as he was drifting off to sleep. 'Okay… so Kakuzu must have gotten in to bed after I was asleep… this was a total accident…no big right?' he went to move away from the stitch-man but was met with a small problem. 'Shit,' he groaned in his head as he discovered that one of his partner's arms was wrapped around him.

Gently –as to not wake up his sleeping companion—Hidan started to wiggle out of the warm embrace. He was almost home free when Kakuzu grumbled something and pulled him back in, 'Double shit!' He was now pressed even tighter against Kakuzu; his head resting under the older man's chin and their bare chests pressed together. "Fuck…what now?" he whispered his hot breath tickling the banker's neck and making him shift again.

'Oh mother fucking heeell no!' his pink eyes got impossibly wide as he felt something stiff press into his lower abdomen. Now he was seriously starting to freak; his heart hammered in his ears as he thought about how to get out of this. 'Okay…' deep breath. 'It's nothing more than a morning erection…happens to everyone. That's all it is…' or at least Hidan hoped that was all it was.

Hidan had been—of recently—harboring some strange feelings for the other man. And by strange I mean lust and wet dreams. Being this close to his latest fantasy—and in a rather compromising position at that—was making the Jashinist slightly nervous. 'Okay, okay don't worry if the bastard wakes up he can't be mad at you…but the fucker probably will be. But I didn't do ant thing! But you want to…' interjected another voice in the back of his mind.

The albino bit his lip, he knew that was true. He wanted to touch the other man; he wanted to know what kind of sounds the quiet banker would make in the heat of passion. But Hidan knew he would never have that; the older man hated him. 'He thinks I'm annoying, and stupid, and useless….and annoying.'

Thinking it was best to just get things over with, get beat to a bloody pulp and get back on the road he took a deep breath and brought his hands up to the sleeping man's chest. He stopped to admire how surprisingly soft the dark skin was in comparison to the leathery stitching. Shaking the thoughts away he pushed at his partner's chest, shaking him slightly.

"Oi Kakuzu," Hidan called attempting to wake the other male up. Said male groaned but didn't wake. "Lazy bastard! Wake up," he said more firmly sharing the stitch-man harder. Neon green shot open and he looked down at his bed mate. It took a few seconds for his newly started mind to realize what was going on. Then he felt the heat in his crotch and how close he was to Hidan.

Bolting up right he turned away from the Jashinist hoping he hadn't seen the red that flooded his face. 'Fuck, just fucking perfect. I knew I should have kicked him out of bed last night,' he scolded himself. Letting his head fall down into his hands he tried to gather his thoughts, but the albino sitting so close behind him wasn't making it easy.

"Kakuzu?" Hidan questioned. "It's okay you don't need to be embarrassed, it happens to every guy," the smaller man said trying—for some reason he didn't quite understand—to console the embarrassed stitch-man.

"Don't be a jerk!" Kakuzu snapped turning to face the other male. "Go ahead and be your normal asshole self! Rant about how disgusted you are and how you can't wait to tell all the other akatsuki members," neon green eyes were narrowed in anger as he waited for Hidan to start cursing at him.

Hidan stared at his partner, then his anger started to bubble to the surface. "What the fuck! I try to be fucking nice to you and you go off on me! What the hell, you're such a douchebag! I wasn't going to do any of that!"

"Don't patronize me," the angry banker scolded pointing a finger in Hidan's face. Said albino looked at Kakuzu's eyes; looking past the anger to see worry and hurt. 'Rant about how disgusted you are….' The statement rang in Hidan's head.

"I don't think you're disgusting…or ugly," he said in a calmer voice. He was surprised by the sting in his cheek as Kakuzu punched him and pinned him to the bed.

"I said not to patronize me you sarcastic jerk!" the—now furious—banker growled at his partner, gripping his upper arms tightly.

"If I was patronizing you would I do this you stupid fucker," Hidan said before leaning up and pressing his lips to Kakuzu's chapped ones. The older man was very still for a few seconds, then jerked away from the Jashinist. Hidan—not wanting to give up that easily—followed and pressed his lips to the bankers again. Once again Kakuzu pulled away, but not as quickly. "I'm not patronizing you. And if you still think I think you're disgusting and ugly, than you really are one dumb mother fucker."

Kakuzu looked at those feminine eyes for a long moment before pulling away completely. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. The stitch-man heard Hidan scramble over the sheets to try and stop him from leaving, but wasn't quick enough. The older man made his way to the bathroom slamming the door behind him before Hidan could stop him.

Going to the sink he turned the water on cold and splashed himself in the face a few times, cleaning away the dirt of sleep and trying to clear his head. Looking at himself in the mirror he scowled and turned away from it. 'I don't think you're disgusting or ugly…' he leaned against the counter as he thought of the smaller mans words. 'Lying jackass…but his eyes said he wasn't lying….' Turning back to his reflection he ran his fingers over the stitching on his cheeks. Reaching his lips he paused, still able to feel the ghost sensation of the other man on them.

"Maybe he does…no," he scolded himself. Letting his eyes roam over his—so he thought—ugly body. 'But he wasn't lying…' nagged something in the back of his mind. He tried to shake it away but it wouldn't leave. 'He wasn't lying…he likes you and you like him. You know you do!' with an irritated growl he turned from the mirror.

He didn't want to listen to that nagging voice, but it was right. Closing his eyes he listened to the steady beat of all five of his hearts. "Stupid hearts," he muttered as he turned off the water, and went to the door.

Once again it had been four to one….

TBC.

A/N: I know I said this would be the last chapter but I lied. I meant to put lemon in this chapter really I did, but then it would have been way to long so I split it in two. But it will be conclude and have lemon in the next one…