They rushed into Kakuzu's room, the older man practically dragging, or carrying, the other in, slamming the door shut with too much force. They had barely been able to hold out this long, having ran through the base to the privacy of a room. Neither cared if anyone else was around, if anyone had heard them enter, panting, racing, desperately clinging to each other as their self restraint faded away.
The door had barely hit the frame with a loud slam and they were already tearing each others clothing off. The cloaks would have to be replaced, there was nothing but small shreds of black and red cloths left now. Kakuzu, still dragging Hidan, pressed his lips agains the younger's with all his force, enough force to kill. Hidan moaned in pain, revelling in the feeling, and kissed back just as hard, fingers digging into the tan, muscular back. Kakuzu picked him up and quickly covered the last few feet to the bed, throwing both their bodies on the covers, knocking the wind out of them both.
By the time Hidan had replenished his air supply his pants were ripped off, the shreds discarded on the floor, soon followed by his underwear. Short work was made of Kakuzu's remaining clothing, including what was left of his mask, and both men were now naked, breathless, one kneeling over the other.
The sexual desires had been building since the night sleeping against the tree, almost a day and a half ago, and now they wanted nothing more than to fuck each other as hard as they possibly could. Kakuzu bent down, pressing his body down forcefully, grinding into Hidan. Their lips collided, raw already, and they kissed again, biting and sucking and pulling at each other's mouth until they both bled.
They were both hard, so hard, and the friction of their two erections rubbing was becoming too painful. Kakuzu spread his partners legs, such soft, pale legs, and thrust in with no preparation. Skin was torn, he was bleeding, and Hidan screamed, breathless and ragged, fingers hooking into the thick black stitches that crisscrossed Kakuzu's body so forcefully that a few threads snapped, drawing blood. But though the blood made the skin slippery, Hidan did not let go, clinging as if for dear life.
He cried, louder than he'd ever screamed, as the older man thrust with enough power to break bones. He was crying, tears streaming down his face, but he was in ecstasy, the feeling too good. It was like his rituals, so painful yet so plesant, but here, he had someone else, a body, warmth, something he loved to feel this joy with.
A sob escaped his mouth, followed by a scream, as his body was set alight with pleasure. Another hard thrust, hitting the same exact spot, and Hidan screamed again, lips curled into a smile of pure exaltation. He knew he was close, the fiery feeling in his stomach climbing in intensity, and he hooked his legs around Kakuzu's waist, pulling the man closer, if possible, and deepening the thrusts. If possible.
Kakuzu could feel it to, the climax approaching, and with a growl he quickened the pace, the bed protesting, threatening to break with each thrust. He wrapped his arms around his partner as tightly as he could, almost crushing him and disabling his ability to breath. Hidan gasped for air, feeling nails digging into his skin and breaking the surface, and he moaned at the pain and the hot blood dripping down his body.
He screamed Kakuzu's name, throat so raw it must be bleeding, and he came, the milky fluid mixing with blood. A grunt from Kakuzu, and a last powerful thrust, and the older came as well, filling his partner. They were still for a moment, breathing to the point of hyperventilating, as they came back down from the high.
Fingernails retracted from skin, leaving deep indents, and Kakuzu pulled out, earning a last, soft moan from Hidan. They were covered in blood, swear, tears and cum, but they didn't care, they just lay there, in each others arms, breathing slowing down.
Kakuzu's full weight rested on Hidan, his face burried in the crook of the younger's neck. He kissed the soft skin tenderly, all of a sudden of gentle, and his embrace was now just comforting, not crushing. Hidan smiled, eyes closed, and he lapped blood from his partners skin, savouring the taste. It was his taste now, all his, and he loved it. He was drifting off to sleep, so spent that he could barely open his mouth.
" Kakuzu," he whisepered, barely hearing himself," I love you."
He felt Kakuzu smile against his neck, the raw lips tickling his skin.
" I love you too, Hidan." The older man replied, and this time, his lover heard him before fading off into sleep.