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Leaves rustled as two pair of feet shuffled through them, slowly, as if those feet were stalking something. Even with the sandals on them, only the leaves shifting in and out as the two pairs of feet stepped through them was heard. Upon closer looking, you'd realize these feet belonged to men. Not any men, but S ranked criminals that resigned to the Akatsuki, an elite group of S ranked ninjas that banded together to capture all the Kyubii. One stood at 6 foot and 7 inches. His form was slightly bulky, but only because it was wrapped in grey cloth, with a sort of white hood that hid his head, and black mask that hid his mandible. The only thing visible was his piercing, neon green eyes that twinkled, and the dark tanned skin surrounding them. Even his arms were bandaged in medical, white gauze.
The other man was tall, too, but not taller than the cloth wrapped man that looked like a mummy. He was maybe 6 foot 2 inches with short, slicked back white hair. His eyes were a petal pink, a sneer practically melded onto his lips. His skin was fair, well cared for. He was lean, but not skinny lean. His body was lined with nice, toned muscles under his black cloak with white clouds and red trimming. His cloak was pulled open at the top, a visible line of his creamy chest for all to see as an emblem on a silver chain laid on it. It was an encircled, upside down triangle. A symbol of his religion and the God he worshipped.
Both of them were silent. A dead silent, no pun intended due to their states. They were known as the "Zombie Brothers," seeing as they were both immortal and impossible to kill. The wind rustled about them, twirling through the albino's hair, and hovering over the taller man, as if afraid to touch him.
"This is fucking bullshit!" The white haired man yelled. "I mean, how much fucking longer will it take for us to fucking be there!" he continued.
The other, taller man narrowed his eyes, never blinking and glanced sideways at the screaming white haired man, continuing his trek. He didn't say anything for a few minutes, the wind continuing to whistle by as leaves fell in the autumn weather. It was warm with a chilling breeze and a rainfall of multicolored leaves fluttering about.
"Hidan, shut up." The man spoke in a flat tone, eyes still unblinking with the vibrant green. He said this, even after the other man, now known as Hidan, was silent. Hidan narrowed his eyes, glaring at his partner. His walking slowed to a stop, the glare and malicious sneer upon his lips contorting his beautiful, flawless face into a form of angry monstrosity. Hidan snarled at his partner and proceeded to curse him out.
"Don't tell me to fucking shut up you little bitch! I could fucking kill you if I wanted to!" Hidan growled out in a low bass tone.
Even though you couldn't see it, you could tell it was there. The rare, cold smile that curled up on the other man's lips under that mask he almost wore twenty-four seven. The man shook his head, those green eyes finally disappearing under the elusive lids of his and opened again, a full on, death glare that made his eyes blaze with green light. He had stopped walking, about seven or so feet in front of Hidan, feet spread slightly into a defensive stanza. His clothes started to rumble, and twitch as if worms moved under the man's cloak.
"Now, now… Kakuzu… Really, you have to do this?" Hidan queried, backing up only a few inches, readying himself with the black rod, tri-silver bladed scythe strung to his back. Hidan's emblem trembled along with his body as he backed up more, his eyes settling on this thick, serpent like threads coming out from under Kakuzu's cloak. That was exactly what they were. Tiny tipped, leading into thick, ropelike black threads that ran throughout Kakuzu's entire body as if it were strung or stitched together. Without the clothes one would bet he looked like a voodoo doll.
Which Kakuzu did, but not exactly? Oh, no. He may have been stitched up like one with strings that were infamously known as Earth Grudge Fear, but he, like all ninjas, had abilities. He could control lightening, fire, water, wind and earth based jutsus. All, of course, powerful, lethal attacks that any would fear. He stepped once towards Hidan, a smirk clearly visible behind his black mask, Hidan holding his scythe in front of him, ready for anything. Hidan was muttering a few things, no doubt a prayer to his God, Jashin. One deity of Chaos, Death and Discord right up. Kakuzu's threads shot out at rapid speed, heading straight for Hidan.
Hidan deflected the thread with his scythe, disappearing in a blur, and reappearing behind Kakuzu. Kakuzu chuckled in his brassily growl of a voice, whipping around, raising his knee up and slamming it into Hidan's chest all before Hidan could blink. Hidan grunted, but smiled as his body relished in the small amount of pain. Kakuzu raised his arm and slammed it down, elbow first into the white haired man's back, right between the shoulder blades. There was a soft thud as Hidan fell to his knees, colliding with the floor. Kakuzu smiled, his threads already wrapping around the much leaner man's body, raising him, then pinning him to the closest tree.
Black threads decorated the cloaked waist of Hidan, each of his wrists, pinning them to the tree, and each ankle, also pinning them. Hidan struggled, but like all the other times, to no avail. It was useless getting out of Kakuzu's Earth Grudge Fear unless you set them aflame, and quite possibly not even after that. You'd mostly likely set yourself ablaze rather than the threads. Kakuzu stripped his face of his white hood, a mess of stringy, thick black curls falling to encircle his face. Then he removed his black mask to reveal a full set of lips, stitching leading up each side of his smile, tainting it with a hint of gloomy evil. He looked like a Joker, but with threads.
As Kakuzu closed the gap between him and Hidan, Hidan had stopped struggling, gazing at his partner, hate clear in his eyes, and snarl set upon his effeminate looking lips. He smiled at Hidan, his eyes glowing brighter, if possible, and closed the gap between them, his threads tightening ever more. Hidan let out a soft groan, his eyelids closing only slightly from the pain. Oh, how he enjoyed pain so much. He was such a pain slut in lame man's terms. Kakuzu lowered his head, his threads having pinned Hidan to the tree lower than his own height, and grinned, before his lips touched the other mans. Hidan gasped, but then smirked at his partner's action, responding quickly with a flick of his tongue over Kakuzu's lips.
Kakuzu pressed in more, his lips pushing against Hidan's roughly. If Hidan didn't open his mouth, his inner lips would be sliced open on his teeth. He'd definitely enjoy that. But instead, Hidan opened his mouth, moaning softly as Kakuzu's tongue caressed his own, massaging it none too gently. Kakuzu started to explore Hidan's body, his fingers easily finding the zipper to Hidan's cloak and peeling it off of him in one, and quick, fluid motion. Hidan was now nude head to tall. His six foot and some inches were leanly toned, and a soft creamy color.
Kakuzu smirked as he looked over his partner's body. Hidan, unmoved by what was happening, stared at Kakuzu as he put his hand on his chest and moved it down, fingers trailing over every line of his body Hidan shivered as Kakuzu barely touched the base of him, his eye fluttering. Man, has it been too long. Hidan wanted Kakuzu now, and was going to say it out loud, but all that came from his lips were a soft whimper. Kakuzu chuckled deeply, his hair bouncing with it and he begun to stroke Hidan, slowly, at first. The stroked became faster, and tighter in grip as Kakuzu continued, Hidan moaning from time to time.
With his free hand, Kakuzu removed his clothes, the cloak going first to show he was bare from neck to chest, a pair of grayish white pants hiding everything else below. Kakuzu's chest to hips was littered with stitches. They went mostly horizontal though, leading from front to back, and you could see the fine stitching was slightly open. Tiny threads poked out as threads lead from his arms, the ones pinning Hidan to the tree. Kakuzu chuckled again as Hidan's head leaned back, a long groan escaping his lips as his member started to throb in Kakuzu's hand. His head twitched as Kakuzu continued the rough, quick strokes, his thumb playing with the head.
Kakuzu grinned more as Hidan let out a guttural growl, and came into his hand. He immediately stopped his strokes, grinning, and the stitches at the corners of his mouth stretching with the strain. Hidan panted as Kakuzu released Hidan's member, and brought his hand up, rubbing a finger across Hidan's lips. Hidan opened his eyes enough to see what Kakuzu was doing right before Kakuzu stuck two of his fingers into Hidan's mouth, making the white haired man lick his own cum off of them. Hidan stared at Kakuzu as he pulled his fingers free of Hidan's mouth, smirking, his Earth Grudge Fear still holding the white haired man to the tree. Dragging his hands over Hidan's body, Kakuzu roamed it meticulously; making sure his touch was rough. It was the way Hidan liked it.
Hidan moaned softly as Kakuzu ran his course hands down his body, thoroughly, slowly, and roughly. He made sure he grazed Hidan's twitching member, that was cooling off from be stroked to ejaculation, and then back up, tracing the fine lines of Hidan's abs and pale Pecs, to the tightened nipples that were in the center. Hidan couldn't take, and started to pant, his hair slightly damp with want for another release, but Kakuzu just slowed his repetitive touching, smirking, and his blackish curls dangling around his face. The stitches on each side of his lips tightened as his smirk grew with the deepening of Hidan's panting. He knew the man wanted him, but he was a tease, and loved seeing Hidan break down with a pain of want that was almost agonizing. Kakuzu finally stopped his hands right on the edges of Hidan's hips, and without warning, he quickly shoved his clothed lower part into Hidan. From the hips down, Kakuzu connected with Hidan, grinding his hips into Hidan's.
Hidan moaned louder than before, his head flinging back until it hit the tree. Even his back arched. Kakuzu just gave a dark, dry laugh as he grinded his hips into Hidan's again, and again, and again. Hidan could only smile as it felt so good, his eyes fluttering into his head. By the time Kakuzu stopped grinding into Hidan, Hidan was panting, eyes fogged over with want, his member hard and throbbing as it pressed into Kakuzu's groin, right next to his own. Kakuzu shuddered when Hidan tried to pathetically push his hips into Kakuzu's, but the threads held him more tightly in place.
Kakuzu bent in towards Hidan, his mouth right next to the man's ear. He licked his tongue over Hidan's earlobe, his hot breath blowing over it. Hidan shuddered from head to toe, his mouth opening.
"What do you want, my holy lover?" Kakuzu breathed into Hidan's ear, earning another shiver from the white haired man, and a twitch from his member that pressed eagerly into his own.
"I… I want you inside me..." Hidan panted out, his voice strangled.
Kakuzu laughed again, and smirked, the spread of his lips able to be felt on Hidan's ear. In an instant, Kakuzu had his threads retracted, Hidan pinned to the floor on his palms and knees, and then his threads wrapped around Hidan's wrists, binding them together. Kakuzu ran one of his hands slowly down Hidan's back, feeling it loosen everywhere he touched as he used his other hand to bring his pants down to his own knees. Kakuzu leaned forward, grasping Hidan's hips within his grip, and drawing his tongue quickly up Hidan's spine. Hidan's back bowed, his body shaking with the gesture.
As Hidan's body stopped shaking, Kakuzu plunged into Hidan, his member hard, and thick. Kakuzu didn't bother to lubricate Hidan, or even prep him. Hidan did like pain, so it was better this way. Plus, Kakuzu loved seeing the look on Hidan's face when he fucked him like this. Kakuzu slid in as rough as possibly, and until his base hit the soft flesh of Hidan's ass cheeks. Kakuzu smirked when he got a moan from Hidan's lips, and pulled out teasingly slow, then slammed back in. His thrusts were like for the next few minutes. Kakuzu receding slowly enough so Hidan could fill the ridges of his shaft stroke his insides, then pounding back in, the connection of Kakuzu's base and his ass making an audible slap.
Hidan's hands dug into the dirt below, his teeth gritting as Kakuzu increased his pace and force. Kakuzu started entering fast, but softly now, his own head flung back in ecstasy, as Hidan's lower body fell into the ground. Hidan kept moaning, his voice horse as he screamed his orgasm, his warm seed spilling upon the dirt covered earth beneath him. Hidan was in a daze from his orgasm as Kakuzu continued to thrust into his from behind, his member softening as the tip twitched with pleasure. Kakuzu was close. Hidan could feel it as Kakuzu's own member throbbed within him, his thrusting becoming erratic and irregular.
Finally, Kakuzu moaned deeply, sounding almost animal like, and his last thrust ended him. He orgasmed more intensely than Hidan did, his seed filling Hidan, and some dripping out and down his shaft. Kakuzu's eyes shut for a moment as his heavy, labored breathing was put under control quite quickly, his grip on Hidan's hips lost. His hands were now next to him, limp for the moment. When Kakuzu opened his eyes, he saw Hidan's lost look, his mind deep within his euphoria. Kakuzu smirked, his body and composure regained swiftly, like usual as he pulled out and cleaned himself off. Kakuzu had to use his white hood, but didn't care as he pulled his pants up and threw his grey cloak back on. Hidan stared after Kakuzu as the stitched, voodoo looking man walked off after every time they had intercourse, and smiled.
(Author's Note: Eh. . . Hopefully you liked it. I suck miserably at endings, but I finished it. :D Any feedback, just tell me. If I got anything wrong, sorry. Oh. And, look at the pretty hearts. XB)
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