consecration- to associate with the sacred
NagatoxKonan kinda, but with HidanxKonan sexing in between. BECAUSE I COULD.
And then I censored it. BECAUSE I HAD TO. Unabridged version up on LJ.
All the usual disclaimers apply.
He is her god, all-seeing, all-powerful. Untouchable. She is not really an angel, she's just a woman.
He sent her and the Deva Path to help Hidan and Kakuzu bring in this bounty. Five S-class rogues whose only impressive trait is their organizational skills. They need all of this money, and Kakuzu burned at the idea of weakening a group and getting paid substantially less just so someone else could capture and collect the rest.
Kakuzu left them behind saying he preferred the company of the corpses; it's so he can roll around in his fucking money in private, Hidan thinks.
It's hot, so she leaves her cloak on the bed, and they walk through the corridors with no particular goal in mind, until Hidan's door slams open.
"Was that bastard lying when he said whores were an unnecessary expense?" he demands. They all stop short and stare at each other. Hidan at Konan, because she has a fucking body under the Akatsuki crap, and it is fucking hot. Konan and Pain at Hidan, because he's naked and dripping. Hidan feels his face crack into a shit-eating grin. "I see why the hookers are unnecessary."
She's just a woman.
Pain… Nagato gently pushes her toward him. "If it's what you want," he tells her.
She looks back at him, into the eyes of her god. You don't want me?
"I want to watch," he tells both of them resolutely.
Hidan's grin grows wider.
Konan lets herself be convinced.
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She lets him tear furrows into her skin, allows him to make her feel. He's not the one she wants, but as she tilts her head to look into endless ripple eyes, she supposes he's acceptable. At least they both understand worship.
Hidan knows when he's being watched, and as she bends her head, they both know Pain's eyes are unable to look away.
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He throws a glance at their voyeur, who doesn't look at all hot under that collar. If not damn horny, the bastard should at least be mad that Hidan is banging the brains out of his bitch.
"Oi, you're not even hard for her. What are you, fucking dead?" he challenges.
She slaps him.
He slows down enough to bring his fingers to his cheek and feel the blood slowly dripping on to her luscious tits. He gives her a nasty smile and screws her harder.
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There's a fruit knife stuck in a half eaten pear, and it'll have to do because he's about ready to fucking explode.
Konan's eyes snap to it when she sees what it is, but he just forces it into her hand and tells her to aim for the stomach or the lungs.
"A slow bleed," he explains.
She doesn't blink, and simply stabs him in the abdomen. It isn't very deep, and not what he wants, so she gingerly pushes it in past the hilt and twists it.
He comes with a wild battlecry, sweat mingling with blood, gripping her like a vice despite it all. He lays on top of her, heavy and practically lifeless.
"You want me to take the knife out?" she asks after rolling him off.
"Yeah," he whispers weakly. "You were better than money can buy," he tells her, like a compliment.
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Pain sheds his cloak and wraps it around her carefully. The metal rods are very visible against his skin. Her eyes trace the scar on his stomach; Hidan has its twin, however briefly. The life Yahiko gave to her for love, the life she took away from Hidan, because she has no one to love.
She touches his pulseless wrist in thanks, and he dismisses it with a curt nod.
He won't apologize for being unable to love her. She won't ask him to.
She's just a woman. He is her god.
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