Addiction and Jealousy

Kakuzu crushed his cup as his heart seemed to just rip down the middle. He watched, hurt and angry as Hidan - not only locked lips with Deidara, but with Itachi too. Deidara, he could at least understand, he was very difficult to resist with his pretty blue eye shining though a mass of beautiful sun-yellow hair.

"S-stop it hn!" Deidara glared at Hidan. "I-If Sasori no Danna catches you…"

"Shut the fuck up Barbie Doll. You're gonna like it." Hidan smirked.

Itachi looked up from the two with a chuckle before his eyes fell on Kakuzu. Watching him return the glare, sneering bitterly. "Kisame-san deserves better than that…Itachi." His words, so calm, not a word stuttered but it was cold and initial.  

Hidan suddenly pulled away from Deidara and looked at Kakuzu with a smirk. "When did you get back?" He asked, eyes bright. Hidan's partner - or former partner in Kakuzu's opinion just pinned him against the wall, hand held firmly against Hidan's throat. "Traitor."

"Che. Why do you care you heathen bitch?" Hidan laughed. Kakuzu's grip tightened, threads now working to unpick the stitching in Hidan's neck. He furiously moved out into the grounds as Hidan's head fell to the floor, Hidan unable to say a word - his mouth sewn.

Kakuzu wasn't a man who could be seen crying. He certainly wasn't a man to cry over something like love and he definitely wasn't the kind of man to destroy things when he was hurt so badly. He was strong and he hadn't even believe in 'love'. No with Hidan, it was an addiction, a raw, dark, taboo impulse that he, Kakuzu, had claimed as his one and only. Hidan…with his lust…had destroyed what they had. They both had known that Kakuzu was the possessive and jealous type and for Hidan to do that in the mere three days he was gone. It was painful, like he barely even mattered. "I will not feel worthless against you Hidan." He swore, looking down at the eyes that stared back at him regretfully from under the table. It was too late now. Hidan couldn't say anything, his mouth still stitched shut, wondering just how long it would be before he could apologize…kiss him…make it up to his own addiction. Despite everything, Hidan was weak. Brilliant, loud, masochistic, sadistic and ruthless…yet weak. He did not have Kakuzu's age or wisdom and because of that, the Jashinist turned to hurting the only one he had opened his heart out to.

Kakuzu had finished counting and recounting the money before picking Hidan's head up by the hair, a disgruntled sound trying to escape him as Kakuzu did so. "I pay for you." He tells Hidan slowly. "I offer you my bed, in return, I come home to that…"

Hidan's eyes looked down sheepishly before trying to argue back.

"…You better hope that I like what your about to tell me, kid, or else." He snarled, unhooking the stitching.

Hidan looked at him. "I like seeing you jealous…" He admitted quietly. "…I get a sick pleasure from it…like a drug…"

Kakuzu started to laugh. "…You really are a little shit aren't you Hidan~?" He purred.
Hidan looked down again and felt himself move with Kakuzu. "H-Hey Asshole where are you go-"

Kakuzu stopped in front of Hidan's body. "Now hold still."

Hidan suddenly felt like being a whole lot nicer to Kakuzu just then as his head was replaced. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him. Surprized, Kakuzu kissed him back furiously taking control, but the little brat was persistent and didn't give it up. Kakuzu smirked and pulled away picking him up. As Hidan looked up into the eyes of his own addiction, he decided to make him jealous, every now and again and Kakuzu, took that as a token of love.