Chapter nine
Did they notice? Ah, of course they did! They were always watching him these days. But, did they know what was wrong? All they saw was him twitching every five fucking minutes and acting like a paranoid brat whenever he looked around.
Maybe they did know and no one wanted to tell Hidan what was wrong with him. Maybe they all just enjoyed watching him suffer.
"Oh, but I know what's wrong…" He mutters to himself, so quite, fast and husky none of the vampires in the room understood what'd been said.
Hidan was going crazy. Not because they were manipulating him to be so—if anyone did that to him, they'd have to answer to Konan. No, he was going crazy because he needed something he couldn't have.
Funny, he never thought the need for blood would drive him insane after becoming a leech! Then again, Hidan didn't need just any blood.
The very smell of it was still hovering around his nostrils, flaring up into his nasal cavities and pounding into his brain, mocking him for the damned scent knew this was what he wanted but he couldn't have it! Lord, it was madness!
Once the sun went down, Hidan would bolt from the house. He needed to find Kakuzu, that fucking mutt whose blood just had to taste so fucking good…!
His only hope would be that his "parents" wouldn't notice his absence for a night; maybe he could tell Deidara, or Sasori… but that would be bad; neither one would keep his secret, would they? Pein would rein supreme and force them to tell him where Hidan had gone and they would tell him and—
Hidan had to get out without Pein noticing. He was to leave and not look back for one night. He needed this, and that damned Pein-in-the-ass would just have to deal with it!
The sun sets on his final thoughts of need when the newblood was out of his bedroom window, sprinting from his vampiric home, and into the streets to find what he needed.
Kakuzu watches the sun set, grumbling to himself. "Take the night off, he says… you're badly injured, he says…" Subconsciously, a hand reaches up to stroke the wrappings of his chest where the auburn haired bloodsucker attacked him the night before. Kakuzu scoffs to himself and shakes his head. "What I need is to be out there, finding that newblood, and killing it for its very existence."
Of course, he wouldn't say it out loud, but the death of Hidan would also get him off Kakuzu's mind. Or at least that's what he was hoping for.
"Kisame better not kill you, newblood." Kakuzu grounds out, glaring out the window when the sky finally became dark. Perhaps he should close the window; his apartment could get pretty cold.
"Oh please, like I could fucking die." Gasping, Kakuzu turns abruptly, staring in shock at his newly arrived guest. Hidan smirks in response. "Hey 'Kuzu, what's up?"
It only took a moment to register in Kakuzu's mind that the fucking newblood was standing in his living room. Another moment and he was lashing out at Hidan.
But the vampire only steps back towards his bedroom. "Hey, calm down…!" Hidan calls quickly, fear actually showing in his expression as he puts his hands up. "I just want to fucking talk, damn…"
Kakuzu hesitates, watching his prey closely. Something was different about the kid, that was for sure. Standing tall, Kakuzu glares down at him. "What do you want?"
"To talk…" Hidan mumbles, all fear leaving his face as he turns to head into the bedroom. "Nice place you got here; kind of a dump though."
Scoffing, the werewolf follows. "If you're only here to look at my apartment—"
Hidan whips around at that, staring up at Kakuzu with a smirk. "Hell no, I got more important business to attend to than that!"
Kakuzu waits, glaring at the smaller male—who had gotten very close, now that he thinks about it. When had that happened?
"Well…?" He finally asks, annoyed that Hidan was simply gazing at him with a satisfied smirk. That was getting annoying too—stupid newblood…
"I want you."
Three little words and Kakuzu didn't hesitate this time. Hidan barely blinked and suddenly he was shoved into the wall! "What the Hell…?"
"N-no, I think you misunderstood…" Hidan says, fear back to his desperate features. "I meant, I want your fucking blood!"
"My… blood?" Kakuzu grimaces; how was that any better?
Hidan nods rapidly. "Yeah, it tastes so fucking good and… well, can I?"
Kakuzu finds himself waiting again, though he had a feeling Hidan wasn't going to outright say "Can I drink your blood?"
"No."
"Please…!" Hidan shrieks, his voice cracking a little in his desperate state. The scarred man stares incredulously at him, wondering just what the Hell was wrong with him.
Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask for once. "What's wrong with you? I'm a werewolf, why would you, a vampire, want my blood?"
Hidan goes silent, his crimson eyes wide at the statement. "B-because…" Kakuzu gives him a look, wordlessly telling him to continue. "Any other blood I drink, my body rejects… it all smells and looks horrible to me—except yours."
Kakuzu's hands release his shoulders then, shock overtaking him as he tries to comprehend what was being said. Or why it ever mattered to him that this newblood vampire claimed he needed his blood.
It all didn't make sense; for all Kakuzu knew, it could be a trap. The vampires were using this leech to get into his head—that had to be it! Hidan was an idiot, but he was so much more than that. Somehow, he'd gotten Kakuzu to listen to his barbaric story and…
Maybe it wasn't a lie. Hidan did something wrong and now he needed Kakuzu's blood. For whatever reason that was, Kakuzu didn't know. Vampires were strange creatures, and even Kisame—who had been around far longer than any of the wolves—didn't know exactly what it was the vampires were like. What it was they needed and how the survived. They only knew the important things; vampires killed humans for their blood and they would burn up if caught out in the sunlight.
They were also cunning bastards; everything about them invites a human in, making them vulnerable to the charms of a vampire. Humans were so weak when a vampire had them in their clutches, easily taken…
Kakuzu's thoughts all but cut off when a sudden wave of lust hits him. Looking to the source, he found that Hidan had taken his distraction as a chance to bite his finger. Kakuzu also realized that it didn't hurt like the first time; no, this time he didn't feel his blood being drained. He felt something else than pain this time—it was something akin to ecstasy.
Almost immediately, Kakuzu's body reacted to the feeling. Hidan didn't even realize what was happening until he'd been pulled away from the blood he'd been wanting so badly. Kakuzu's mouth covered his so quickly, it drowned out any protest of loosing the crimson liquid.
Hidan was pressed up against the wall again after Kakuzu's lips had found his, and his entire body reacted on impulse. Biting back, Hidan turns his head to the kiss, a battle for dominance waging on when their tongues meet.
Kakuzu groans, the feel of Hidan's extracted fangs moving to graze his lips and muscle sending jolts of pleasure through his body. At some point, the pointed canines of Hidan's teeth puncture Kakuzu's mouth, blood dribbling into the mixture. Though the taste of his own blood wasn't very good, the feeling those fangs sent through him was enough to overpower any want to pull away.
The taste of blood, however, drove Hidan insane; he grappled for any sort of leverage, wanting more and more of the taste as his legs wrapped around the werewolf's waist. Kakuzu realizes this, immediately shifting to fall onto his bed, Hidan beneath him.
Through all the scraps of fangs and snarling of a true immortal, the two found some sort of rhythm. Both were lost to the desires of their bodies, and it wasn't before long they'd lost their clothing, along with any shred of sanity in their actions.
