The immortality that pulsed through Hidan's body with every heart beat was a constant reminder that no matter how insane he acted, Hidan had a level of 'control' that few did. Most men's hearts will race when confronted with fear, excitement or exertion, but Hidan's did not.

A mixture of all three however was different. It often resulted in death, laying flat out on foreign soil, spear through his chest and dragging someone kicking and screaming into the hands of Jashin... Death and then a sudden burst of life as he returned to the world.

Or... it ended in lust.

Kakuzu's body heat almost felt like a burn against Hidan's cool skin. Hidan groaned with anticipation and arched against his lover's body. The bigger man could evoke that fear in him at the same time as the excitement, and as a result end in passionate exertion. Kakuzu's calm and calculating demeanour was shattered far too easily. The pale bastard brought out a side of him that was not just savage but primal. All the greed and lust and brutality all boiled to the surface at one.

Forceful kisses and rough hands lead Hidan to the hard bed in their dark shared room, clawing the miser's back eagerly and tugging at his belt all at once. Strong hands pushed him down onto his back and tore away his clothing. The sheets were cold on his bare skin. He watched Kakuzu remove his sash and his belt then discard his top. His stitches never lost their intensity. They were still as spectacular as the first time Hidan saw them. He reached forward so that his fingertips brushed the scarred skin and threads. A clash of smooth flesh and coarse fibres. Kakuzu brushed his hand away but Hidan persisted, stretching up and seizing a handful of hair to drag him into a kiss. A hand clamped around his throat suddenly and forced him back into the mattress. Hidan wrestled against the grip and dug his nails into Kakuzu's wrist. He looked up into his partner's eyes and saw a steely gaze glaring back at him. Hidan's heart dropped. Kakuzu was in one of those moods...

"Wait, slow the fuck down-" Hidan said quickly noticing Kakuzu had pushed his pants out of the way and was rubbing his formidable length with his free hand. Kakuzu answered in a low grumble. This did nothing but confirm his intentions. Instantly Hidan began to thrash. By no means the less physically able of the two of them he could fight Kakuzu. It was the threads that made escape impossible. Lurching to his side and trying to force his way out from under the miser he felt the tendrils creeping up his body. It was too late. Cords wrapped around his wrists and pulled them together over his head. He used his last moment out of bondage to place a hard knee into Kakuzu's gut and wind him. The larger man almost doubled over but the hand around Hidan's throat did not release.

"Kakuzu fuck you, fuck you, let go!" Hidan yelled but was soon stifled as the grip increased. Threads from Kakuzu's shoulders travelled down the priest's body and around his thighs. They started to lift his legs up and spread them. Clamping them together Hidan made one last attempt to shout but no noise could escape. Kakuzu decided enough was enough. He flipped Hidan over, gagged him with threads and dragged him up onto his knees.

"Hidan stay like that."

Hidan was not through yet. He was going to be as irritating as possible if he was going to be topped. He refused to settle his knees into the mattress and kept dropping down onto his stomach. He suddenly bucked up and slammed his shoulder against Kakuzu while he had him focused. He pulled one hand free of his restraints. Kakuzu caught his arm and twisted it behind his back, putting pressure on the socket. Threads held it in place. Now he was restrained on his knees, Kakuzu had got what he wanted.

"Stay. Put. Hidan." He hissed into his ear from behind. "I'm warning you."

Hidan groaned once more. The older man pressed up close and took a firm hold of his hips. He took a moment to apply some saliva to his cock and then pressed the head up to the younger man's entrance. Hidan felt his blood pounding in his ears. This was going to hurt... Why had he insisted on fighting Kakuzu rather than offering to suck him or something? He may have had a chance to make this easier for himself instead of just making him madder. He had wasted that chance.

Hidan felt a scream rise up in his throat as Kakuzu pushed inside him but not a sound could escape. Pain seared through him. Familiar but no less intense than the first time. After a final thrust they were pressed together skin on skin, the priest totally at the miser's mercy. He tried to relax as the man began to move inside him but Kakuzu's hands had begun to wonder. Travelling lower they began to massage Hidan's member in time with the thrust of his hips. His legs seemed to liquefy and give way under his weight. His chest dipped down to the bed . Pleasure was radiating through his body, tingling up his spine and making him shudder. For Jashin's sake, if Kakuzu just forced him down now and pounded him into the mattress until the whole world went black, he could die a happy man then and there. He would be satisfied if it was going to feel this good.

Kakuzu pulled Hidan back into position without stopping. Hidan sank back down. Through the pleasure he was conscious that his eyes were darkening. He was passing out. Or was he going to die a happy man like he had been imagining?

"Hidan. Hidan."

Hidan did not respond.

"Hidan don't black out. I'll slap you back to life if I have to."

The words seemed to enter Hidan's ears but not quite make sense. He felt his climax nearing as quickly as the blackness was engulfing his vision. Kakuzu squeezed his lover's shaft harder making him buck his hips in reply. Feeling Hidan's body tighten around his cock Kakuzu pumped him harder until he began to throb. Hidan came and was plunged into a dreamy state of darkness, vaguely aware that several inches of Kakuzu were still inside him. He could hear the older man saying something and remove the tendrils form his mouth but instead of responding Hidan decided to ignore him and settle into the warm darkness. Fuck him. He had just passed out. He deserved a break. Fuck Kakuzu. On that thought, Hidan began to consider the terrible things he would do to the older man when he finally did get to top him. He would be lucky if he had two hearts out of five left by the time he was finished with him...

His dream was interrupted by a sharp burning pain on his buttock. The dreamy smile was wiped off his face when he realised Kakuzu had just slapped him. Spanked him, even.

"The fuck-?! Kaku-?!" Hidan retorted, his mouth dry and body aching, yet feeling his strength coming back to him.

Kakuzu smirked.

"That got your attention." he said with a sadistic tone. Hidan should probably have pretended he was still unconscious. "I'm not done yet."

"Let me turn over, asshole." Hidan smiled wearily, attempting to stretch his limbs. "I swear to Jashin Kuzu-chan... I'm going to fuck the living hell out of you some day."

TO BE CONTINUED