Author's Notes: Just an idea for a One-Shot I came up with after looking into Hidan's character. No I do not own Naruto or any of the show/manga's characters, and this story is of my own creation (if someone came up with this idea before me: from the deepest depths of my heart I apologize I had no idea). Enjoy!

Masochist Tease

She had trained her whole life to become the ninja that she was today, but no sensei had been able to teach her how to really cope with being captured. Sure they taught her that no matter what happened: don't give the bastards what they want. That was easier said than done…you couldn't humanely teach ninjas how to deal with the torture that some captors administered to get the information they desired. At least that's what she thought, and she learned that lesson the hard way.

The first time she was captured, she thought she might break just to escape the never ending pain. She quickly realized, however, that her captors fed on her pain and misery. The young genin came up with a plan that she knew would confuse and piss off those idiots…. she tricked her mind into thinking that pain was pleasure. It worked and she was able to endure whatever they threw at her, much to their demise.

She thought back on those days fondly. "Hmm, whoever would have thought I'd be able to rise so far. Most people would have been a wreck after that… then again most people wouldn't have thought to become a masochist to survive," she chuckled.

She used her training over the years to become one of the best security ninjas in her village, going on missions to guard civilians and ninja on their travels from those that wished to harm them. Her focus on tracking, healing, and defense served her well. Although often times her strategies involved her getting caught, it was just easier to distract the enemy while her teammates hid the enemy's target. As much as her team disliked allowing their teammate to endanger herself, the strategy was effective.

That's how she ended up here: a dirty, dark dungeon. A large room with the walls made of rough charcoal-colored stone. Chains hung from the walls and ceiling, a chain hanging from the middle of the ceiling was where she was currently tied. Her hands high above her in shackles, her feet were able to touch the floor so her wrists wouldn't have to support all of her weight. The only light came from a small barred window high up on the wall behind the woman, so a small, dim beam of light angled downward to shine upon her chained form.

"Really original," she thought irritably, "where am I in some freaking castle or something?…how am I supposed to take these morons seriously when they're getting their interrogation room décor from fairy tales." She tried to climb the chain holding her, since her hands could grab the chain and she could use her feet to push off from the ground, but her hands were too close together for her to be able to grab further up the chain. So she only managed to do a chin-up of sorts, she decided it was pointless to waste energy struggling against her holds and gave up.

Light drifted into the dark room as a door opened across from her. Before, the door had been hidden in shadow, so the kunoichi was unable to pinpoint the location of the exit, now she would be able to add its location to her knowledge of her prison. A figure walked through the door, his face hidden in shadow as he stopped right before the ring of light that illuminated the area she was standing in.

"About time someone showed up, I was starting to get lonely," she cooed.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, we weren't sure when our Sleeping Beauty was going to awake," the man stated, heavy on the sarcasm, "So…are you ready to tell us where he is?"

"Where who is? I haven't a clue what you're talking about." she asked innocently.

"You know damned well who I'm talking about. The jinchuuriki you were traveling with, the boy!" he shouted. He was starting to get pissed, and the kunoichi thought it was rather hilarious.

She tried to hide her grin. "Oh him… I believe he's in hiding."

"You dumb bitch, we got that. Where is he?" he demanded, and continued in a dangerous whisper, "And this time, it'd be in your best interest to answer or I'll just have to force it out of you."

"Seems like you'll just have to force it out of me then, because I'm not telling you anything."

"You have a fucking death wish or something?" he stepped forward into the light, revealing a man with slicked back, silver hair and a handsome sculpted face. "Do you even know who I am?" he growled.

She blew air out of her nose in mock exasperation, "Of course I know who you are, Hidan. You're a member of the Akatsuki and a Jashinist… both excellent reasons for me not to tell you anything."

"Fine, can't say I didn't warn you. Looks like I'll just have to make you sing."

Thus began the torture, in which Hidan went to the back of the room and brought back a whip, at least she assumed it was a whip. He had stayed behind her so she was unable to see his weapon of choice. Frankly the only thing she was concerned with was her shirt, and she was thankful it was low cut in the back, she didn't want her shirt cut to pieces. She could deal with blood stains they could be washed out later. After five minutes, Hidan stopped and cocked his head, "What the fuck is with you, you like this or something?" He whipped her again, the response being that her head went back with a shaky sigh.

Hidan went around to face her, surprise on his face when he saw that she wasn't showing pain but slight amusement. Curious he pulled a kunai knife from his cloak and walked closer to her to make a small cut along her collarbone. She gasped as the cold metal hit her skin, but instead of wincing at the pain her face relaxed as she closed her eyes and parted her lips enjoying the sensation. Hidan withdrew the kunai and just stared.

'Jashin what kind of sick joke is this,' he thought, 'is this punishment for delaying her death. If so I'll just end her life now, this is just fucked up.' He spoke, "You know I should just kill you instead of playing this game, we'll find the jinchuuriki brat even without your help."

She chuckled, "Go ahead, you won't be able to find him... Besides, if the last 5 minutes were any indication, I'm sure dying will be orgasmic."

Hidan was stunned, "What the hell are you?"

"If I told you that would be go against me not telling you anything, you sadistic bastard." The woman teased.

His shock subsiding, he looked at her thoughtfully for a few seconds. He brought his left hand with the knife back to her collarbone and as he drew another line just below the first, he whispered in her ear, "Funny you calling me a sadist, seems to me that you're a masochist."

"Mmm," She purred back to him, "looks like we're a match made in hell."

Hidan wiped some of the blood from her skin and licked his fingers clean. He then brought his face to look her in the eyes, they both saw longing in each other but Hidan thought he noticed a bit of mischief briefly light up the murkiness of lust in hers. He roughly grabbing her throat with his right hand, making her face lift so that he could see her better.

"You know," he drawled huskily, "if Jashin allowed it, I'd fucking take you right here." He made his point by placing his left hand on her hip while leaning his body even closer to hers, now only a few inches apart.

She gazed into the abyss that were his eyes and after a moment she softly replied, "Who says Jashin wouldn't allow this, pairing a sadist with a masochist is like pairing death with destruction…perfect."

At that Hidan grinned wickedly and his lips crashed into hers, kissing her hungrily, stopping only to collect air before going under again. He bit her bottom lip, drawing blood, and he sucked on the wound savoring the metallic taste of her blood. Once he finished licking the wound clean, she opened her mouth in a moan, and Hidan took the opportunity to shove his tongue in her mouth searching for its playmate. She felt his tongue against hers and their tongues danced together. She was beginning to win dominance until she felt him bite her tongue and tasted her own blood. She gasped and Hidan took a breath and went to explore the cavern of her mouth. The woman's chains rattled as she tried to get her hands on him. Failing to do so she lifted her legs to wrap around his waist to bring them closer together and she slightly above him, Hidan groaned at the contact.

He kissed, licked, sucked, and bit his way to her neck trying to find her soft spot. She attempted to suppress a moan when he found it, but she grinded her hips against him causing him to grunt and claw into her skin and he marked her neck. Shivers went up her spine as Hidan brought the kunai knife back into play and left scratches along the welts on her back, making her continue her panting and purring.

"Hidan," she panted. "Hidan... let my hands go…please."

"Mmm, and why would I want to do that?" He whispered as he nibbled her earlobe. He pressed the knife into her side and she let out a gasp.

She wiggled her hips in response, "Please."

He smirked and pulled away from her, and she shivered at the loss of contact and stared at his shameless gaze. She watched him retrieve a small key from his cloak and wrench his eyes from her so he could focus on the lock. When he got closer, she immediately put her legs around him causing him to lose focus. "Hurry," she whispered lustfully.

When her hands were free he put his arms around her back to support her and they continued where they left off. With her hands free, her hands rushed to make up for lost time. She ran her hand through his hair, over his shoulders, back, abs, and then up to caress his face as Hidan lowered her to the floor. She felt Hidan catch the edge of her shirt and allowed him to push it up over her head. After allowing him time to knead, pinch, and scratch her newly exposed skin. She slowly unzipped his cloak, and winked at Hidan when he opened one eye to watch her as he kissed her.

Hidan rose up on his knees so she could remove the troublesome cloak and toss it out of the way. She gazed at his now naked torso and ran her hands up his abdomen. Hidan went to kiss and nip her breasts and he pushed her back to the ground where he continued his administrations. Her head tilted back as he slowly clawed his left hand, now free of the knife, from the middle of her breasts to the edge of her cargo pants, he unbuttoned them and moved them just enough to slip his hand inside. She writhed at the touch and returned the favor by following his abs to the bulge in his pants where she rubbed and then lightly squeezed earning her another groan for her efforts.

Hidan rubbed her slit through her panties, allowing himself a smirk at how wet he had made her. He moved the material aside, and slipped a finger inside her. Her breath hitched and she lifted her hips slightly and arched her back. He reduced her to a writhing mess after playing with her clit and added one more finger, then two, inside of her, thrusting in and out of her. She whispered his name like a prayer as her hands tried to find purchase on the stone floor. When he felt her start to climax he removed his fingers, and she growled in frustration.

She managed to flip him over and straddle him. She pressed her hands over his torso and he watched as she ground small circles with her hips against his hard member. She giggled in satisfaction when he bucked at the motion. Hidan's only response was to give her a small smile as he panted. The woman then slid down him and started unbuttoning his pants and moved them and his boxers out of the way (she mentally noted that his boxers were of the same pattern as his cloak). She licked the tip in circles and then moved her tongue down and back up over his shaft languorously. After the second time, she moved him into her mouth a little at a time sucking lightly. His chest rumbled with his growl and he unconsciously twined her hair in his hands, tugging. She hummed at the sensation, the vibrations went through him and it was all he could do not to lose it. She began to move up and down sucking on him harder and gradually increased her speed. He tensed and moaned getting ever closer to his climax….

And then it just stopped. He looked down, trying to see what the hell was going on but she was gone. He tried to move, but his limbs weren't going anywhere almost as if there was some invisible rope binding him in place. He heard shuffling to his right, when he looked over he saw the woman bending down to grab her shirt.

"What the fuck is going on!" He exclaimed still breathing heavily.

She giggled, "Sorry... I lost track of time. That boy must be worried sick about me and it's almost past his curfew." She followed this with a wink. Then she stood up, facing him, and started to take care of some of her various wounds.

"You fucking tease! This was all a trick… you fucking bitch!" he was stunned for the second time that day. He entered that room thinking it was just going to be a routine torture session ending with collecting the information and getting on with his life, to thinking he was dreaming up this whole situation and thanking Jashin that he wasn't, to being downright pissed that he had let his guard down enough to be played by some kunoichi. .

As she finished cleaning herself up, he noticed, that she didn't heal any of the hickeys he gave her. The woman checked her shirt for any damage, and satisfied with its condition, she put her shirt back on and then calmly told him, "My ninjutsu will be released once I'm gone so you can clean up here, I'm sure you won't want your friends to find you like this," she nodded to his exposed dick, chuckling at the thought of him, literally, getting caught with his pants down. "Oh, and don't think that you'll be able to catch me. I can maintain this ninjutsu a half mile away; even then the ninjutsu will have covered my tracks."

She sauntered up to him as he glared up at her. She knelt down and ran a hand down his still hard member. She smiled seductively and said, "Well this was been fun, too bad I couldn't stay longer."

He grunted at the touch and spit out, "Tease," She smiled again, only mischievously this time, and countered, "Look who's talking" and engaged him in a searing kiss. After a moment she ended the kiss and walked away towards the door. Her situation being switched from captive to captor and as she walked away she heard him growl, "I'll kill you for this, I swear to Jashin I will."

She stopped, without turning around, she replied, "It's a date." She went to start walking again but added, "by the way, my name's Itami."

Hidan watched as Itami walked through the door, leaving him. At first he scowled as he watched her go, but then he laid his head against the hard stone floor in defeat. He allowed himself a dark chuckle, thinking of what had happened, as he waited for his invisible chains to let him go. All the while thinking, "How the hell am I going to explain this to the others?"

More Notes: Me again, not too terrible of a first story huh? Anyway: Comments, reviews, questions, philosophies on life, and/or jokes of the yo momma persuasion are all welcome :)