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Chapter Four: Sanctify
Warnings: Vague implications of sexual content, graphic violence, masochism, self-mutilation, manga spoilers.
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Requested by:
acerbitas
Requested Pairing / Theme:
Jashin/Hidan 'Enlightenment'
Requested Genre:
General / Spiritual
Prompt:
Vigilance
I--I
He could feel it coming.
The steel tip of his weapon broke through the surface of his skin, sending a sudden, tingling rush of adrenaline through him as he watched the droplets of blood trickle lightly down his chest. He managed to hold the blade in place, restraining himself with an immaculate alacrity; praying, hoping, watching, waiting until the prospect wavered on the brink of sanity and the anticipation became much too great to withstand.
The skill of converting pain into pleasure was a careful technique, one which had been forged through the efforts of his delusion.
Violent tides of crimson began streaming from the penetration as Hidan drove the pike halfway into his chest, the familiar torrent of pain immediately shooting through every curve of his body. Blood gushed from around the wound, changing from threatening fluxes to powerful flows of grisly red rivers which coursed down his hip, seeping into the black cloth covering his thigh. His knuckles turned white as he squeezed his fists even tighter, tensing his clench on the handle, drilling the remainder of the metal shaft deep into and through his body. The metal pike pierced through his heart with such confidence, such grace, such effortless force, it was almost as if Jashin Himself was guiding the handle.
He embraces his reach to absolute pain, knowing that he suffers only for the pleasure of his God.
As he watches the blood pour, he could feel Him smiling.
The action set his nerves on fire as they writhed in a warm, blissful, soul-tearing agony, an anguish of consecration no unsaved mind could appreciate to such extent. Pleasure and pain melded into one another, creating a single, intimately recondite feeling that surged through his veins, wracking through his still form with profound intensity. His wandering fingers dug deeper into the bare earth beside him as he tried to restrain himself from crying out in ecstasy, though he soon finds that he is once more incapable of the task. This was a pinnacle which transcended physical pleasure; soft, ephemeral moments which dared to linger within his eternity.
He cries out in rapture, in longing, in regret. He screams with the pain of not knowing why.
And yet already, he could feel it leaving.
Jashin's smile faded with the pleasure, and the pain. The immortal advocate's pulse returned to the repetitive, uninspired, thudding beat he knew all too well. His mind is plagued with only a single thought as he smirks into the darkness, a remembrance that will be more than enough to last him through the night.
'You're here.'
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