Missions could last for weeks at a time. It was usually at times like this that Kakuzu was glad Hidan was there twenty four seven – at least wholly glad anyway. Through the bickering and the threatening, he loved that pale little bastard, and no matter how often the priest deliberately rubbed him the wrong way, he in turn was ultimately smitten.
The bounty target Kakuzu had hunted down had foolishly chosen to try and hold up in his own home. It had taken less than fifteen minutes for the zombie duo to break into the building and tear him to shreds in a ritual. He was in tatters on the floor in a pool of his own redness, and the miser and the priest were next door on the dead man's bed enjoying their suddenly free time.
Hidan did not mind being taken on the floor, but why waste the plush soft bed laid out before them? The silk sheets felt strangely exotic and sensual against his bare back. He clawed the cloak from Kakuzu's back hungrily and set about removing anything in arms reach; mask, headband, top, sash, anything. Lacing his fingers into his lover's hair he pulled him into a steamy, passionate kiss, wrapping his legs around his hips and arching his chest towards him.
Pulling Hidan's knees higher up to his waist, the older man settled his weight on top of his priest, freeing him of his pants and tossing them aside. Cold air hit his skin, making the Jashinist shiver. He pulled Kakuzu closer for his warmth. The lust and raw energy radiating from him was intoxicating. He refused to lose claim of his lips for even a moment. Thick threads seemed to take on a life of their own and climb like vines up his pale limbs.
"Tie me up." Hidan said, looking up at the posts of the bed.
"As you wish." the darker man replied.
Kakuzu lifted the younger man up and moved him to the top of the bed, took his arms and spread them out to the bedposts. Tendrils swiftly bound him to the bars and raised him higher away from the bed. His knees barely touched the pillows under him so he quickly returned them to Kakuzu's firm waist. Hidan's wide and curious eyes glinted wildly in the setting sun with excitement.
"Fuck yes. Do it." he breathed. "Fucking do it."
Kakuzu stole one last kiss from him, pushed the flimsy fabric of his own pants down his legs and thrust hard into his bound lover. Hidan threw his head back and groaned loudly. He leaned back on his to take in the view. In this position, with Hidan's arms out, Kakuzu could admire all the muscular lines in the pale man's chest and shoulders. They contracted and relaxed rhythmically with each thrust. He could also see Hidan's pleading eyes squeeze shut with pleasure as he moved inside him. With Hidan held in place like this, Kakuzu had his hands free and so set about digging in his nails at shoulder level and dragging them down to his lover's hips. Hidan hissed in pain and shuddered against the sensation.
"Good?" Kakuzu enquired in Hidan's ear softly.
"What do you fucking think, bastard?" Hidan said breathlessly.
Kakuzu smiled and made sure he had eye contact with his lover before reaching under his arms and taking a hold of his broad shoulders. He then pulled down hard as he thrust deep with his hips. The priest cried out several times in response, devouring the attention and bruising force. The threads released his harms and he slouched forward into the older man's arms. He was laid flat on the bed by strong arms and soon Kakuzu was looming over him, pushing his legs apart. A hand closed around Hidan's throat as he pushed inside and resumed his piston-like motions. Hidan struggled for a moment, his hand settling on Kakuzu's wrist.
"You choke like a girl." Hidan said and shot his lover a smirk. Kakuzu's grip drastically tightened. The smirk broke into a wide grin as the blood restriction began to make him light headed. One of his legs was hefted up onto his lover's shoulder and the other forced up against his chest. Kakuzu was thrusting harder at this new angle. Moans and chokes escaped Hidan's lips and soon the look in his eyes said he would not last much longer. Instead of continuing, Kakuzu slowed down almost to a total stop. Hidan's expression melted into a look that may have suggested he had just been slapped. Kakuzu waited until his bastard's had breathing slowed back to a relaxed state before starting to move again. Hidan rolled his eyes as Kakuzu smiled, enjoying Hidan's torment.
"You want me to finish you off?" he mused.
"Mm hm." Hidan murmured with a flushed and frowning face.
The hand released and Hidan breathed in deep. No sooner had his head settled he was rolled onto his knees. Kakuzu pressed against him, his warm chest against Hidan's cool back. The priest could feel all five hearts beating against his flesh, the miser's breath behind his ear. Hidan twisted around to steal another kiss. Kakuzu accepted the soft pressing of lips, tasting the metallic taste of blood. Hidan had bitten his lip at some point in the excitement of it all. He then pushed the smaller man's head down into the pillows and took hold of his hips. Hidan gripped the pillow in wait, ready for the final act of their show. The act where Kakuzu would finish them both off and they could collapse safe together, out of the rain for one night and possibly do it all again later.
He cried out as Kakuzu slammed into him. Like this he could fuck his lover hardest. Just the way he liked it best. He increased the ferocity of his thrusts as Hidan began to moan desperately, powerless to his needs. His hands groped his thighs and his mouth littered his neck with wild bites and kisses. He needed that man... They needed each other. The onslaught of flesh against flesh was sacred, it was everything they needed in a mad, bloody world.
"Ah..! ha..!" Hidan screamed, the air being forced from his lungs. "Ah..! Harder, now!"
Kakuzu obeyed his demands and soon he felt Hidan cum. The miser was locked in a frenzy when he came, several minutes after Hidan. The Jashinist could merely tense and endure the brute force of his partner's lust, trying not to resist until he felt the familiar hotness spill into him, confirming it was over. He relaxed when he felt Kakuzu finish, then allowed himself to sink into pillows and melt into sleep. Kakuzu groaned and shifted down Hidan's body, embracing him and resting his head on his lover's back. Hidan was aware moments before he drifted off into an achy sleep that Kakuzu was holding him. The steady beating of five hearts almost sounded like rain. It was a nice feeling. But should he be woken up for some more sex, that would be good too.