Stress Reliever

I wanted to write a lemon for Kakuzu since his birthday is on the 15th of August and I was going to give up since I couldn't really think of anything to write... But one day the nostalgic part of my brain remembered this song and it somehow gave me the idea on what to write. So thank you Britney Spears! I never thought I'd ever thank you for anything but...here we are.

I know, I know. You horny fricks want to read the lemon so I will stop ranting.

Enjoy~

Kinks and stuff in this fic: 69, riding, an old man like Kakuzu actually can fall in love
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A pair of eyes bore onto your being. A unique pair of eyes that were not common among the population. Those ruby-emerald eyes devoured your figure with a lustful hunger. You could practically feel his gaze. It sent shivers down your spine and made you tingle with a sensation you haven't ever experienced when hunting for a man to spend your Friday night with. The man could describe your stare upon him in the same way. It was intriguing to him since not many women have ever stared him down in such a way. Many would cringe in disgust or cower in fear. It was a nice change for the miser.
It didn't take long until you found yourself making your way to the empty bar stool next to him. It was previously occupied by a silver haired male, your initial target, but he was long gone now. No matter. Your new prey looked way more delicious. You sat down. He showed no sign of objection. You noticed the empty bottle of sake in front of him and called the bartender over to you. Once he was in front of both of you, you requested for a new bottle and quickly paid for the bottle. The bartender quickly left, leaving the two of you alone for a moment. The miser grunted in amusement and let a smirk form on his stitched lips.

"I thought it was a man's job to treat a lady." he commented.

You smiled back at him and answered "I like to turn the tables once in a while. Besides, I notice you're new here. I might as well show off the Kumogakure hospitality."

The bartender came back with a new, heated bottle of sake, set a clean cup on the bar counter for you to drink from and quickly left the two of you once again. You took the bottle and poured the clear alcohol into his and your own cup.

"So tell me, what brings you to Kumo?" You asked as you brought the cup to your lips, taking a sip of the warm sake after questioning the man.

He took a sip from his cup and answered "Business. I travel around often."

"Doesn't it suck though that you're on business during the weekend?"

"At this point, I forget what day of the week it is so it doesn't matter. It's all the same day to me." He said without hint of disappointment.

'His job must suck.' You thought with a hint of pity for him.

You took another, bigger sip of your sake.

"I bet it gets stressful since you are working so often." You said while studying his face more closely.

Even though he was letting loose a little, he still looked tense and stressed out.

"It's not so much the work that stresses me." He sighed. "It's my idiot partner."

He started to rub his temples. The mere thought of his partner put himself on the verge of another one of his many migraines.

"Was that the loud guy you were with before?" you asked recalling the obnoxious man.

He sighed once again.

"Unfortunately, yes. He just never shuts up about his fucking religion. Jashin this, and Jashin that! I wish he and his God can fuck off and never talk to me again!"