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Dragging his nails across the bed to fist the sheets at the pain on his back, Hidan threw his head back with a low moan. This wasn’t an uncommon noise in their apartment, but his roommate Kakuzu really wished it would happen a little less frequently. It was bad enough when the rattling and banging of the zealots headboard would make its presence known day or night.
Sighing in irritation when the pitch of Hidan’s moaning just kept climbing, he got up to go smack the door. “Hidan, I don’t care how good your hole feels, shut your whore mouth before we get a noise complaint!” Hearing a muffled “Go shove it ‘Kuzu” in response, he returned to his spot on the couch, reopening his book. Hidan was well aware he’d barge in if it continued.
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Hidan rolled back over to tap the snoozing blond who was half on top of him.’Hn, Dei c’mon man. It’s like 4 in the afternoon. Isn’t Sasori gonna be off work soon?’
One blue eye cracking open at the mention of the redhead’s name, Deidara slowly stretched out and sat up. “Ugh yea, he will. I guess….damn where are my clothes?’ His pants had been hastily discarded with the rest of their clothes as they’d gotten busy. So finding them again was difficult in the semi darkness of Hidan’s room. Rolling off the bed, Hidan flipped the light switch on, making his way to the closet to grab some clothes for both of them. Tossing him a light grey shirt and faded jeans, Hidan waved away Deidara’s protests. “I’ll just throw your stuff in the laundry and you can come pick it up tomorrow.”
Catching the offered clothes easily, he pulled them on, grabbing the brush on the table to look a little more presentable. He didn’t exactly want to give away what they’d been doing. Facing the full length mirror, he went to brush it up into his standard ponytail, groaning at the red and purple marks across the side of his neck. “Hidan damn it, you fucking bit me!”
Poking his head out of the bathroom, Hidan looked over at what the artist was talking about, whistling lowly as Dei ran his fingers gently over them. “Do you think he’s gonna notice?” The glare that was directed at him made him duck back in the bathroom before the brush was lobbed at his head.
“Yes! Definitely, since I wear my hair up most of the time!” Huffing, Deidara grabbed his jacket from the chair, yanking open the room door with more force than necessary.
Using a pullover from the laundry as some kind of cover for his bare chest, Hidan ran after his companion. Passing Kakuzu in the living room, he gave the older man a sly smirk and waved.
“Didn’t think you were having company, Hidan.” Green eyes tracked his movements to the door as the zealot hung off the frame to watch Deidara dial Sasori’s number on his cell.
Flipping him off was almost a habit, not wholly in the mood for Kakuzu's smart ass remarks about who he slept with. "Last I checked it wasn't your business, 'Kuzu." he replied, shutting the door as Deidara waved at him.
“Oh I don’t so much care about who as what .” The implications hung from his statement, Hidan’s fist clenching around the door handle. “You’re not my father, you’re not my partner, so shove your pretentious ideas up your ass, and just stay in your room next time!” he hissed.
This was why they didn’t do anything together, Kakuzu’s disdain for basically everything he did was apparent, and he never failed to make a dig at it when Hidan had company. In the 4 years they’d lived together, it had gotten a bit better but it was times like this that he really considered just going to Deidara’s. Regardless of the risks.