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WARNING: Rated M for a REASON, if you have a weak stomach, I wouldn't recommend reading this fic. It's going to get graphic and bloody with the rituals and... things... the longer the story goes on. some of the reason for the M rating is explained in this chapter. Fair warning. More next chapter, hopefully along with the long-awaited lemon. Ah, Jashin-bless for citrus fruits, yeah?
Note: This is YAOI, so if you dislike it, please, do not force your opinions upon this story for those who do. This is a HidaKaku fic, so our beloved zealot priest IS dominant, believe it or not. Now, if you will, please enjoy this little work of pure fiction and fantasy. Also, I'm sorry for not gracing all of my readers with the oh-so wanted lemon in this chapter, but I couldn't bring myself to write it just yet. I had to add a bit of "fun" for Hidan first.
Prophet's Legacy
Chapter Three
His legacy... In it, Jashin-sama has commanded me not to back down. To keep weakness locked away. His words guide my every action. Any wounds that my body may suffer mean nothing to me. My Lord gives me strength that surpasses all else. As long as my spirit is His, nothing can harm me. As long as Jashin-sama blesses me with pleasure from my pain, there is no one that I cannot dominate. His will controls me. Only, this is not Jashin-sama's legacy. His legacy... is to show another the supreme bliss in being destroyed by pain.
I knelt down, sitting heavily on his chest as he tried to break free of the cord that was holding him still. Tugging off his mask, I stared. Now, I don't usually stare at people, but... I think Kakuzu is a decent exception to that. I leaned over him, licking at the stiches decorating his face, pulling at a few with my teeth. I heard his gasps and moved from his face down to his throat, biting down on the vein that I could easily see through his tan skin. Lapping up his blood, I let my tongue travel, tracing his neck and jaw before meeting his ear with my teeth.
"Do you like this, Kakuzu? Hmm?" I knew that teasing him probably wasn't the wisest decision, but how could I let an oportunity like this pass me up? His gravely voice mumbled something under his breath that I couldn't quite make out.
"What? Speak up. I can't fucking hear you." I jerked his face to the side so I was staring straight into his eyes, and I could see my reflection in their hazy depths. Heh... so he does like it. I fucking thought so.
"Not from you I don't." His deep voice was cold and calm, but I knew it was only that way because he forced it to be. Soon enough I'd make him scream out out my name.
"Oh, you poor little heaten bastard... I'll just have to fucking show you how much you like this. You'll be screaming and writhing beneath me drenched in blood... Damn, you sure do know how to fucking fulfill a guy's fantasy." I saw my smirk in the mirrors of his eyes, along with a hint of fear. Oh? Did I scare him? Little old me scare the fucking heathen? Ha. I might just enjoy this more than usual...
I let my mouth drop back down, grazing his throat with my teeth and made my way lower, tugging at any stitching I could. Biting down on one of the threads, I felt it snap between my teeth and I sat back as I watched some of his blood rise to the surface of his skin. I smiled. Not the 'oh, I'm gonna be nice now and not fucking hurt you' smile, but my psychotic, bloodthirsty grin that sent visible chills up Kakuzu's spine.
"H- Hidan, stop! Get the fuck off of me! Now!" Oh, now that just won't do, will it? No, not at all. I can't have my prey wanting to get loose. I leaned over his chest to lick up the blood, and bit down again on his stitches. I felt him jerk up and try to pull away from my mouth, but...
"You really fucking want me to get off of you when I've made you so damn hard already? I wil never understad guys like you. Always fucking saying one thing, but meaning or wanting some- fucking- thing else. Now, Ka-ku-zu, do ou want me to get rid of that for you?" I could feel the smirk on my face and saw it in his widened eyes. Oh, this would be so much fun.
I pulled out one of the few kunai I had, watching the light glint wickedly off the blade. "Hey, Kuzu, how much do you like getting hurt?" If possible, his eyes widened even more, laced with pure fear. I didn't want an answer from him, and I think he understood that because he kept his mouth shut. My gaze drifted over him, taking in the lean muscle that made up damn near all of his upper body. Oh, I can't wait to fucking make it all bloody.
"Wha... What? What the hell do you mean, bloody?" the frantic shout drew my attention away from pressin the knife into his chest and I ooked at him puzzled. How'd he know what I was thinking? Oh, wait... I said it out loud. Whatever. It doesn't really matter. I sure as hell don't give a damn. This way, he'll struggle more and I get to hear more of his pain (eventually pleasure) filled cries.
"Oh, I think you fucking know full well what I mean, Kuzu. Now, heathen, just scream if this hurts, okay?" I plunged the knife into his side, at an angle to avoid ribs and too vital organs, but in a place where lots of blood would flow. I watched with what some would call a sickly fascination as the ground beneath Kakuzu's side was stained a deep crimson, and I could feel my tongue dart out to lick my lips as I eyed his fresh wound hungrily. But, as sad as it is, I can't really sacrifice him. I'm sorry Jashin-sama, but I think I'm going to try everything in my might to convert this heathen instead of giving him to you in a ritual. This way, if I do convert him, you can have even more sacrifices. But, I must say, his bit-back cry of pain went straight through me, resting itself between my legs in an almost-painful, yet definitely pleasing kind of way.
"Why the hell are you looking at me like you're going to eat me? I'm not a goddamn platter food, dumbass!" Oh? Did I get caught staring? Apparently, but I can't bring myself to give a fuck about being caught. I have the most abso- fucking- lutely delicious sight in front of me. Muscle rippling under taut skin as Kakuzu struggled to get away from me and his bindings, slowly being covered in the deepest, most beautiful red. The stiches decorating his flesh being tugged at and torn mercilessly by my teeth, the knife in my hand slicing through the softer skin on the underside of his arm. I relished in the feeling of the muscles and tendons tearing and being reduced to shreds, but I stopped myself before I broke through the bone. I didn't want him in too much agony too soon. Though, of course, doing this to him was having an effect on me, too, if my rock-hard cock trying to burst out of my pants was any kind of clue. I wonder if he'd scream if I just slammed into him...? I might just have to try that out...
"Hid.. Hidan, please... either fuck me or kill me, just end this toture!" Self-control? What self-control? Any that I might have still had jumped off a fucking building to its' death as he gasped out that sentence.
-and that's chapter three! Please review with criticism or complaints, it doesn't matter to me. I enjoy writing this fic, so I'm going to continue it regardless, but I would appreciate any reviews at all. Until next time,
-Akari's Blood
