His pectorals rose and fell with his shallow breath. Sumire could hear his heartbeat beneath her ear, deep within the skin, muscles, and bone she leaned against. She didn't find herself thinking of anything. Instead, she gazed at the various angles and curves on his skin, the definition of his muscles. I can't believe I had sex with him.

Her head moved slightly against his chest, looking down to his waist and legs. He's asleep. Her cheeks became hot with embarrassment from gazing at his flaccid manhood for more than a few seconds. Why am I looking at it? Stop it, that's weird. She looked up this time, wanting to see his face. His mouth hung open, his eyes were shut, his usually slicked back hair was slightly ruffled. She attempted to adjust herself, but the arm around her waist squeezed her tighter.

A feeling of fear swelled in her chest only to ease itself as his arm loosened. He grunted, then lifted the same limb to his face to rub against his eyelids.

"Shit didn't mean to fall asleep."

Sumire felt a bit of hair stuck to the side of her face when she finally raised her head from his chest.

"Did you sleep?" he asked.

"No, I've just been laying here."

She shifted against the warm body she pressed against, her skin sticking to his from dried sweat. A soft moan left her lips as she stretched her tense limbs. I need another shower. A hand touched her, and she turned to the gray-haired man still laying on the bed, his lavender eyes were studying her smooth, soft skin. An urge to carve the flesh enveloped him for only a moment. No, she's not a sacrifice she's…

"What're you looking at?"

"How fucking sexy you are."

"It never ends with you."

He groaned as he stretched one leg, then the other.

"I've only just gotten started."

She rolled her eyes, unsure now about her situation. What do I do now, I just moved in with him, and now we're lying here naked. I really make all these mistakes… is this a mistake?

"I'm hungry."

She rubbed her stomach, considering his statement.

"I could eat."

He sat up, launched himself off the bed, and casually walked out of his bedroom door with no clothes on. Sumire slid off the sheets and pulled her shorts and shirt back on. She picked up her thigh highs, underwear, and bra then hid it by her suitcase. Before following him, she opened his drawer and grabbed a pair of his boxer briefs. Of course, he wears underwear that hides nothing.

When she stepped out of the bedroom, she noticed the smell of bacon. He's not… In the kitchen, she spotted him in front of the stove.

"Please tell me you're not cooking bacon naked."

"I do it all the time, don't worry about it."

"You are going to burn yourself."

"I said relax, snack-size, I know what I'm doing."

Snack-size?

"Please put on some underwear at least."

He turned his head to her:

"Why? You don't want to look at my ass anymore?"

Her face reddened.

"Exactly."

"Would you prefer I turn around?"

"Please no."

"It's nothing you haven't seen," he moved closer to her, still holding a spatula into the sauté pan, "It's nothing you haven't felt inside you."

Just as he was finishing his sentence the thin slices of meat crackled in the pan. He cursed loudly, causing his hand to slap down the spatula and a large amount of grease to splash out. He let go and stumbled away, leaping as though a fire were licking at his heels. Sumire watched in a mix of awe and discomfort as the bare man jumped around the linoleum, his hand reaching towards his bottom to wipe away the grease burning his skin. He rushed to the refrigerator, swung it open, spun around and stuck his rear inside. He sighed loudly, letting his head fall.

The awe remained for quite a bit longer, recalling the image of his leaping over and over.

"A… are you okay?" Her voice was shaking.

"My ass fucking hurts."

She could no longer hold it in; she burst out laughing loudly, clutching at her stomach when the muscles clenched. The tears rolled down her face, and she crumpled to her knees. Hidan tried closing the door on himself, but he was still completely visible.

"Kill me."

Amidst her tears, she went to the stove to shut off the burner. Still giggling uncontrollably, she walked over to the man seated in the refrigerator.

"Go lay down, I'll bring you some ice." She managed to say.

He snatched the boxer briefs from her hand and stalked to the living room. Sumire quickly wiped away the imprint his bottom made on one of the shelves with a few paper towels. I'll need to disinfect this, haha. She closed the refrigerator, opened the freezer, and retrieved some ice cubes. She wrapped them in paper towels, they melted slightly as she carried them to the living room. Hidan was laying on his stomach, with his chin on his folded forearms, glaring at the armrest. She knelt beside him, resisting bursting into another bout of intense laughter. She gently dabbed the wet paper towel against the red welts in his skin, some on his lower back but most on his bottom. He was too embarrassed to make a comment, even though he wanted to.

"I told you." She said softly.

"Fuck off."

She patted his muscular bicep but did not respond, still gently cooling the red spots on his pale skin.

He cursed, burying his head beneath his arms.

"Does it really hurt?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

"No."

"I can go get you some burn cream."

"It's fine."

She pressed harder into one, and he lifted his head:

"Fuck!"

"You need burn cream."

"Fine, whatever." He hissed.

"I'll be back Mr. Grumpies."

"See you in a bit, weirdo."

Back in Hidan's room, she dressed quickly – she was uncomfortable with the idea of walking out without a bra or underwear – and exited the front door. She used her phone to locate the nearest medicine store which was only a few blocks away. As she walked, she remembered she hadn't washed up before leaving. When she thought she was alone, she sniffed her armpit. Oh gosh, I stink like sweat. I probably smell like sex.

X

By the time she returned he had regained his usual confidence and hard-headedness. He grinned as she approached him.

"There's my ass rubber."

She paused, contemplating the statement deeply. The fuck.

"Do it yourself."

"C'mon cutie I can't reach."

"Yes, you can!" She tossed the bag to his face.

He caught it before it could hit him. He pulled out the small tube of burn cream and tried to apply it himself.

"Am I doing it?"

"You should be able to feel it." She glanced from his rear to any other part of the living room.

"I can't tell."

He really just wants me to rub his ass. He is such a freak!

"Liar."

"At least squirt it over it!"

She sighed loudly.

"Please." He simpered at her.

She winced:

"Ugh, gross."

"What?"

"You being polite. It's gross."

He chuckled:

"C'mon! I'll treat you to more food later, just pour it out on the burns."

"Fine." She snatched the bottle from his hand.

She knelt beside him and carefully squeezed droplets of white across his back and bottom.

"There."

As he massaged the cream, she went to the kitchen to disinfect the refrigerator before she forgot. I'm not letting his butt germs contaminate anything. It's probably already kind of late for that. As she cleaned, she heard him shuffling about the small space behind her.

"Man." He groaned.

When she glanced at him, she was relieved that he had put on his boxer briefs.

"What?"

"I wanted to make some sandwiches with this, but they got burned."

"How burned?" she was disposing of the disinfectant wipes in a small trash bin.

"It's black at the edges."

"It might still be edible."

She approached him, and he lifted a piece of bacon. She nipped at the thin strip of meat, crunching through it quickly.

"It's okay. I'd eat it."

He made a sound of acceptance and got to work laying out slices of bread.

"You okay with American mayo?"

"In small amounts."

He made another noise that she assumed was an acknowledgment of her response. Sumire idled near him for a short while longer, only to return to his bedroom in search of a hair tie.

"Snack-size, get back here." He called just as she had found one in her suitcase.

"Is that my new nickname?"

"Yeah, why? Did you prefer short-shit?"

"No, snack-size is tolerable." She followed the nearly naked man into the living room.

"What type of sandwich is this?" she asked when they had seated themselves on the navy couch.

"It's a BLT."

"…BLT?"

"Bacon, lettuce, tomato."

"Oh, I see."

"You've never had one before?"

"I'm not that familiar with western stuff."

"Well get used to it."

"Do you not like traditional food?" she bit into her sandwich, the mayo seeped over the edges of the vegetables and smeared against her cheeks.

She licked and wiped while staring at the sandwich in concentration.

"So much mayo." She said faintly.

"Crap, mixed em up, here."

He switched their sandwiches, she bit her new one and found it to be a much cleaner bite.

"And naw."

She giggled slightly at his nonchalant dismissal of traditional Japanese food. I guess I'll be trying a lot of new stuff while I'm here… She blushed when she repeated the thought. I have already tried new things. The man beside her wasn't paying attention, he was preoccupied with wolfing down his food.

"We need to get the rest of your stuff."

"I can do it tomorrow after class. I don't have much left… and I'm too tired today."

"I bet you are."

She could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smirking. She huffed in response. He let out a chuckle then patted her knee.

"I'm gonna be in my room for a little while. Don't come in unless it's an emergency. Got it?"

"…why?" she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Just don't okay?"

"…okay…"

When he left she released a deep, exhausted sigh. I am so… confused. I feel like I shouldn't be here and that I rushed into everything that just happened. The longer she thought over what had occurred earlier that day, the longer it took her to finish her meal. Geeze, what is wrong with me? She spent the rest of the afternoon in that way, seated on the navy couch staring at nothing and considering leaving. The sun was finally setting, and she looked out the window.

"Hey, snack-size,"

"Yes?"

She turned her head only to leap back at an angle, falling off the couch and landing hard on her hip.

"Holy shit, Hidan, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Calm down."

She stared in shock at the man standing a few feet away, who was covered from head to toe in black paint, complete with a white skeleton-like outline atop it.

"It's part of my ritual, I have to do it once a day."

"You scared the shit out of me."

"Great, now let's take a shower."

"…huh? What? What are you even?"

"C'mon, you can help me wash the paint off."

She slowly stood, rubbing the aching part of her hip.

"Um… I…"

He took her wrist.

"It'll be fun."

"Your ideas of fun are super questionable."

He guided her gently towards the bathroom, Sumire felt some apprehension, but her body moved despite it. She looked over his back in the short interval between the living room and the bathroom. He put on black underwear or… Her eyes widened. Seriously Hidan. Seriously.

She stood to the side while he turned on the water, his hands fiddling with the knobs. He stepped in when the water was just right. The black paint immediately began to drip off the top of his forehead. His hands and face slowly returned to their normal pale color, and he finally looked at her.

"You coming?"

Hidan observed her as she slid her blouse up over her shoulders. Finally…

"Do you have to stare at me?"

"Fuck yeah."

She spun away from him to pull down her shorts and bra. She used her arms to cover her breasts, and she turned slightly to him.

"Look away."

"Why? I've already seen you naked."

"Just do it."

"Fine." He faced the faucets, complaining in his head, but saying nothing aloud lest she changed her mind.

Sumire slid off her underwear then stepped into the ceramic basin behind him. The water around her feet was a thin black color because of the paint still running down Hidan's body. He grabbed a loofah hanging from the wall and covered it in body wash, he lathered it and held back over his shoulder.

"Will you do my back?"

"How nice of you to ask."

She took it from him and gently began to scrub away at his skin.

"You can be rougher than that."

She only moved slightly harder. She reached Hidan's lower back and placed the loofah back into his hand.

"There,"

"Let's switch."

"Switch what?"

"Places, I'm the only one in the water."

"…okay."

Sumire was, in fact, cold and bare, her feet the only part of her that was even slightly damp. They shifted until she was in front, standing in the warm water facing away from him. He licked his lips while she massaged some body wash onto her skin, ignoring the man behind her that was staring at her.

"I'll do your back."

He brushed the long dark strands of hair over her shoulders and used his bare hands. Sumire focused on her hair while he did so. She was not concerned that Hidan wasn't using a loofah. Why am I not worried though? She squeezed the soap from her scalp. Shouldn't I be worried that he'll try something? I'm…

"What's bugging you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're tensing up."

"Oh…"

His large hands rested on her shoulders.

"You've got something on your mind."

"…I guess."

"What's up?"

She slowly turned around, being careful not to slip, and looked up at his face.

"Why am I so comfortable with you?"

"Well… we fucked. That's one thing."

Her face reddened.

"You trust me enough to put my dick in you, so why wouldn't you trust me about other stuff, like just being naked around each other?"

"What are we doing Hidan?"

"Taking a shower."

"No… I mean us… what are we?"

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"I don't know."

"…I don't know either."

"Well then don't think too hard about it."

"…but…"

"You need to relax, snack-size. Just let what happens, happen. You're too serious for your own good."

"I'm not a booty call."

"I didn't say you were."

He knew she was crying, though the water did well enough to hide her tears.

"But I don't know if I want to date you."

The statement made his shoulders feel heavy. He slipped his fingers through the hairs on Sumire's scalp and brushed them back so he could see her face clearly.

"We'll figure it out as we go."

"I thought you were a one-night stand type of person."

"Yeah, for chicks that don't matter."

"…that sounds horrible."

"Don't worry about all that,"

"I don't think I could stand thinking about you with other women if we are… if we are…"

He sighed rather loudly.

"I haven't fucked another girl in at least six weeks."

Her slightly red eyes widened. He hasn't… since… we met?

"So again, don't worry too much."

He brushed a thumb under her eye.

"Let's just have fun, okay?"

The urge to kiss him filled her. She rose onto her toes, reaching up to his face, and put her lips to his. He cupped her bottom with one hand as her body molded against his, supporting her. His other hand went to the small of her back.

He groaned against her lips when his hardness pressed to her stomach. They parted, and he was smirking at her:

"You ready for round two?"

"Can we go slow again?"

"You're killing me with that shit, but fine. Anything you want. I'll get you into the rough stuff soon."

She bit her lip.

"Well… you can spank me… a little bit."

He scooped her up immediately and dashed out of the bathroom and back to his bed, with her giggling, and the showerhead still running at full blast.

Friday Midmorning

Hidan had made little use of the navy-blue couch that week, in the evening he'd be beckoned to join a small woman in his own bed, who was complaining about the cold. Sleep wouldn't come until sometime after that when they had exhausted the last of their strength. This morning he awoke to the gentle pushes of two small hands against his shoulders.

"Wake up, we have to go to work."

He was halfway on top of her, his face pressed into the space between her breasts, a single arm wrapped possessively around her waist. She shook him again, earning a grumble and some squeezes.

"Do we have time for a quickie?" he asked without lifting his head.

"No, I don't want to be late."

He grunted and rolled onto his back so she could escape. As she dressed he checked the time.

"We have two hours… it takes the bus 45 minutes to get there… that leaves us an hour and fifteen minutes… If it takes us twenty minutes to get ready, then we have a whole 55 minutes." He was sitting up now.

"When did you get so good at math?"

"Well, when it's important."

She rolled her eyes while leaning forward to position her bra. Hidan climbed off the bed and tugged her towards him before she could hook it into place.

"Hidan." She whined.

He planted kisses all along her thin shoulder to her neck, his large hands smoothed down her slight curves, to her front, then back up to cup her breasts.

"Nothing like a good pounding before work."

He used one hand to slide down her panties, then trailed his fingers down her rear and between her legs. He hummed in amusement when he felt dampness.

"You're even ready for me."

"Don't talk so much and do it already!" She had reached into his dresser and pulled out one of the few remaining condoms in the once full box.

Hidan was always delighted by how eager she was. At first, he thought she would be invariably shy, apprehensive, unsure that engaging in this activity with him would cause her to suddenly panic, but each time they did, he found her more excited than the last. He snatched the plastic from her and tore it with his fingers, quickly placing the material around his swollen self, then positioned her with one hand.

Sumire cried out as he pushed himself inside of her, already thrusting his hips hungrily against hers. Her hands went to his wrists, her constant moans in time with each slap.

"Ah… Hidan… ah…"

He was making low snarling sounds, his grip on her hips tightening.

"Please… ah… hurry…"

He angled her down further, causing her to grab her own ankles to keep from falling. Her voice rose in pitch as his length stroked a more sensitive spot inside her. He doubled the force and speed suddenly, the volume rising exponentially, the intensity led them both to their limits. They remained as they were for a few moments, coming down from their high.

"Fuck."

He helped her stand up straight after slipping out of her and moved towards the trashcan to dispose of the soiled condom. Sumire stretched then went to the bathroom for a quick shower. She put up her hair in a bun. Hidan came in while she was finishing up, he rapidly bathed himself and followed her back to his room where she was fully dressed.

"The next bus leaves soon, hurry up."

"I'm going I'm going!"

X

"Sumire-chan!" Tobi bounded across the foyer and hugged Sumire hard.

"Tobi-san." She squirmed in his grip.

"Hands off." The gray-haired man beside her pulled her from Tobi's grip by her upper arm.

Tobi tipped his masked face and mimicked a scratching motion against the orange painted wood. Sumire looked up at Hidan. Are we… are we making something official? He dropped his hand and stalked off.

"Sumire-san and Hidan-san are getting along very very well."

Sumire stuck her tongue at Tobi, and he bounced to the second floor where Hidan had gone.

X

Hidan went upstairs where Kakuzu was busy in front of a computer screen. As he entered the older man's office, a smile came upon his face. This week couldn't have gone better.

"What are you grinning about?"

"Nothing." He snickered. "Well…"

"Nevermind, I don't care."

"C'mon old man, be a good sport." He pulled up a chair beside the large oak desk and plopped down.

Kakuzu grunted without looking at him.

"She probably doesn't want me to tell you though…"

"Who?"

"Snack-size."

The green and pink eyes narrowed.

"The cute one with a great ass."

"Just spit out what you're trying to say, as you can see I'm trying to work."

"She's a great lay."

The fingers that had been flying over the keys halted. He looked directly at the smug face of the Jashinist.

"She slept with you."

"Yup."

As quickly as he had frozen, he was typing again.

"Almost every day this week."

Kakuzu continued to work, processing the information carefully.

"She's a screamer."

"Enough. If she hears you talking like that, do you think she'd speak to you again?"

"Like you'd tell anyone, Kakuzu-chan."

His responses ceased, and he ignored him while Hidan went on and on about his week.

Outside the door, Tobi straightened. He placed his hands behind his back while stretching one long leg in front of him. He strode back to the foyer, ready to spill his new information to the first person that crossed his path.