HOLY FREAKIN' BEJEBUS, A LEMON? I KNOW, RIGHT?

I've never done a lemon on FF. So. They're probably horribly OOC. I tried. -_-; But this was really plaguing my mind. Sorry, Hinata.

Does it seem too short to you guys? o.o; I was trying to make it a lemon without stretching it out with little details and nasty things that would make it a full-blown hentai fic. x.x; While still adding a little excitement to it. ;D That's a HARD COMBINATION.

When One Tempts the Other...

Since his days in the wars, Kakuzu had always slept sitting up. It had on several occasions alerted him to teenaged burglars before they even finished jimmying the front door open. Greeting them at the door down the barrel of a pistol was one of his simple pleasures in life.

With a sometimes roommate, he found himself growing lazy. Whenever Hinata called in a favor from one of her friends (and there were many favors) in order to spend the night, Kakuzu actually felt… tired. Content to squeeze her in between himself and the wall on the twin sized bed that came with the apartment. Would find himself slipping down the wall at him back and dozing.

The domestic life had never and would never suit him. Never. He was never as satisfied with life as he was whenever a bounty came through. More blood on his hands than he could swim in was just icing on the cake. He was violent and relished being a predator among men, as subtle as he was about it. He could blow a man's brains out with a Beretta from 300 yards away or slit his throat with a hawkbill knife, depending on the amount of time he had to work with.

Kakuzu had contemplated allowing Hinata a small taste of that part of his long life, if only to send her running. Which she probably wouldn't. She was surprisingly stubborn for a mouse. Even so, everyone had their limits and he wanted to test hers. He always held back. Some small, barely breathing part of his psyche took comfort in small gestures.

Her tiny, pale hand twitched and curled into a fist against his side. Her cheek and nose were smashed against his pectoral and she was snoring breathily. It took her two straight months of inner debate to finally decide they didn't spend enough time together and ask to stay overnight. Surprise, she snored. Great.

He had left her to those thoughts by herself. He didn't care either way. He wasn't going to marry her. He didn't think she expected him to. He was too old for that, Hinata too young. What she wanted from him, he more or less gave, but he wasn't romantic in any sense of the word, and if she was still willing to be around him, good for her.

Hinata shifted her hips against his, her heavy breast rubbed his ribs, and her hand slid lower with the movements. Kakuzu rested his head back against the wall and stared at the ceiling. She wore a men's long sleeved XL shirt, but her legs were bare. They chaffed against his thigh as she grunted and laid on her stomach. He lost a little of that warmth against his side. He didn't like it.

"Damn," he said aloud and rubbed a palm over his brow before twisting to press his body against hers. Her arm was caught beneath her chest, propping her body at an angle. He laid his chest against her back and draped a dark arm over her waist, scars pressed against her jaw line. She surprised him by humming her approval and laying her arm over his, tiny fingers laced between his calloused ones.

"Don't," she said when he made to extract himself. Her fingers tightened over his, thumb resting against the pressure point between his thumb and forefinger. Kakuzu knew from experience that a little squeeze would render his entire arm useless for an hour.

"I'll do as I please. Do you want to lose that hand?"

"Please?"

Hinata pressed her shoulder against his to turn, eyelashes tickling his cheekbone. Soft lips rubbed his earlobe. Kakuzu felt the heat of her blushing cheeks in the darkness. If she was going to play like this, surely she knew what she was getting herself into. Two years had passed since that night outside a bar when they met. Two years for her to know that what was started he intended to finish. Innumerous times he had to warn her with bruising grips and lip-cutting kisses. If he wanted it, he wasn't going to be gentle. Even for her. Staying with a man more than five times her age was dangerous. She was the one who wanted the risk.

His mouth crushed hers and he jerked her hips backward to grind against her ass. Hinata surprised him again by sliding her arm around his neck and urging him closer, though he could feel her shaking beneath him. Kakuzu impatiently gathered her long hair in a bundle and slid it under her head to keep it from hindering the way he wanted her body positioned. She was perfectly pliant as he slid his hand down over the generous globes of her ass and between her bare thighs.

Still wasn't a good position, not with the huge difference in height. He gave her one more small kiss, the only kindness he would grant, then rolled her onto her stomach. Hinata quickly tried to sit up, but his big hand easily held her down between her shoulder blades. She went completely still, holding her breath as he rubbed against her through their meager clothing. Braced on one arm, Kakuzu used his body to hold her down instead so his hand could slide under the baggy shirt and fist the lace of her bra. He buried his nose into her hair and murmured calmly, "You knew what was going to happen."

"Kaku- hngh-!" Hinata clung to her pillow and whimpered into it when his hand found her breast. Found the hard nub of it's peak and tweaked it between two fingers while his palm kneaded the baby soft flesh. Her spine arched of it's own accord and thrust her thighs back against his unintentionally.

Kakuzu's answering growl vibrated against her back. Her boy shorts were yanked down to her knees and he was making himself at home inside her before she could catch her breath. Her nails clawed into the pillow as she screamed. It was invasive, harsh, and she expected much more pain to come. But he didn't move. His breath still came in hot waves against the back of her neck, but he was completely still.

Fucking virgin.

His forehead thumped her shoulder. He eased out, almost dislodged himself from her, then filled her again. He had to be careful. Emotional trauma was one thing - it would be good for her to learn a lesson - but he wasn't going to physically tear her apart. She meant just enough for him to give her that much. He wasn't exactly a small load to burden her with.

"Fucking idiot," he hissed in her ear, the slow pace chipping away at his infallible pride and his painful erection.

He was met with desperate pleading muffled by her pillow. Grim satisfaction filled him before he really listened and discovered she was begging him not to stop, but to…

"Idiot," he repeated on a snarl, pistoning into Hinata roughly in response to the desire her begging gave him. Her breath left her in a grunt with each thrust. She was still a teenager, her voice still high and so sweet compared to the husky voices of women he had before. Kakuzu never considered himself a fetishist, but gods, the noise was bringing out his monster in full force, something that would only happen on the battlefield or a bounty hunt. He lost himself in the pounding of her hips, in her sweet, sweet keening, the sound of sweat-slicked skin against sweat-slicked skin. Kakuzu never lost himself. But if he had to lose it, this was probably the most preferable way.

Hinata suddenly lifted her face from the pillow and wailed. Her body went rigid and tightened around him. Kakuzu heard her nails tear into the bed sheets beneath the pillow. The animalism of it all ripped a roar from his throat, and three forceful thrusts later, he reached the same peak. It stole his common sense for a millisecond, sent his mind reeling.

A half-hour later Hinata's breathing had finally settled, though she still could barely move. Kakuzu was lying on his stomach for the first time since he was a child, his body half covering hers to make up for the room the small bed couldn't afford. Her eyes rolled open briefly, then fell shut again. Kakuzu was wide awake, watching her. Expectant.

He wanted her to cry. Hinata had burst into tears over much, much less. Inane little things. He wanted her to be devastated, angry, to quietly get her things together, leave, and pretend he didn't exist. It would have been better for the both of them that way.

He expected it when her hand shakily turned over and fell over his before she passed out.

He glared at her and wanted to throw her out of his bed. She was stupid. More stupid than Hidan. Kakuzu never thought that possible. He had given her a bitter taste of his monster.

She wasn't running.