A little thing I wrote a few months back then forgot about.

I don't own anything.

Warnings: Yaoi, ItaHida, mentions of sex. Wasn't sure what to rate this....

Itachi had met him in a club, where the lights were low and the music loud, the air perfumed with sweat and alcohol.

He looked about 22 ad was an expert drinker, he had probably been drinking since he was a teenager. He smiled broadly, baring his teeth in an almost menacing way, rocking his head back to show his pale neck, laughing "C'mon pretty boy, let's dance."

He dragged Itachi out to the floor, but Itachi didn't normally dance and felt awkward as the man danced around him, on him, against him. The silver haired boy laughed at him, at his stiffness, and ground his hips rhythmically against Itachi's, laughing more when Itachi jumped at the movement.

The night wore on.

Itachi drank but was careful not to get drunk. The boy drank too, but Itachi couldn't tell if he was drunk.

They danced again, but different this time. He pressed his body against Itachi fully, desperately, moving his hips, eyes closed.

The song ended and the silver haired man disconnected from Itachi, announcing he was going to outside, getting fresh air.

Itachi followed him into the alleyway, where they both sat on the damp ground and Hidan pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and they both smoked. (He was an expert smoker too, looking like he had held a cigarette his whole life.)

The silver-haired man leaned his head back against the brick wall of the club, closing his eyes as he puffed on the cigarette.

He blew out smoke and opened his eyes. Then he spoke.

His name was Hidan and he was a year older than Itachi and an inch taller, but looked younger. He wasn't smart enough or rich enough to go to college, so he worked, and worked, and worked so he could eat and live. He was religious but not Christian. He had smoked since he was 14, had drunk regularly since he was 15. He was an only child and only disappointed his parents. He had barely graduated high school. He lived alone, all alone. always alone.

He stopped talking and ground out his cigarette.

Itachi ground out his cigarette and asked if Hidan would like to come home with him.

Hidan pushed loose hairs out of his face and said he would.

They went back to Itachi's apartment and had sex. It wasn't particularly romantic, it was sex. Just sex. Good sex, yes, but just sex.

The next morning Hidan left early, doubtlessly to go to his job. He left a note thanking Itachi for letting him stay the night.

Itachi never expected to see him again. It didn't matter. Hidan had needed to feel, just for one night, like he wasn't alone.

Itachi knew the feeling.

END.

I have mixed feelings about this.

I know I'm writing too much ItaHida/HidaIta. Shut up.

Review please, don't flame, I really like constructive criticism though.