Authors Note; Hello everyone! This is the last chapter to this story, and I realize its incredibly late. I feel terrible making you wait so long and i apologize, but my computer crashed before i could type this up (I'm typing this at the library) and a lot of crap has been going on lately and I've just had a lot on my mind. But after reading the comments left on this story I was brought to tears. Your praise and support has made me happier than I've been in a while and I really appreciate it :'). Writing is my passion and I love making people happy through it, so I will work harder for myself, and more importantly, for you guys, so I will make this chapter the longest (I like writing yaoi with thorough detail anyways). This is where the sex happens so just a heads up! Hope you enjoy!
The duo reached their designated room. The elder of the two digs the key the receptionist gave him into the slot of the lock and turns it, earning a hollow click from the unlatching tumblers. He opens the door and is greeted by a rush of cool air. The compact room is dark and exudes a comfortable atmosphere. A large bed adorned with a sapphire blue blanket lay in the upper left-hand corner and a window at the foot of the bed is dressed in cerulean drapes. Kakuzu flips the light switch on and saunters over to the bed. Hidan, who was still indulging in his fantasies, snapped back into reality when Kakuzu begins moving his sturdy arms out from under the albino's thighs. Hidan unwraps his arms from the older mans throat and slides off his broad stitched back, his feet landing deftly on the carpeted floor. His legs were still too weak to accommodate the sudden bearing of body weight and his knees buckle, causing the jashinist to stumble and fall backwards. His hands fumble and grip the Taki-nins coat sleeve as he lets out a yelp and falls onto the mattress, bringing Kakuzu with him. Kakuzu lies on top of his junior, their noses inches apart, and both men blush at the sudden close contact.
"Damn Hidan," Kakuzu says, "I didn't know you were that eager to get underneath me." The scarlet hue in Hidan's cheeks grows a shade darker at the dirty taunt. He pushes the smiling sadist away. "S-shut up, you perverted dickhole!" the masochist snaps back as they both sit up. He was having a hard time getting used to this seductive, teasing side of his partner. It wasn't that Hidan found the attitude unappealing, it just surprised him. The zealot had been Kakuzu's longest lasting partner and knew that the older akatsuki concealed his emotions almost all the time to avoid complications in his work. Hidan, who lets his emotions run wild, left his village because they couldn't handle his malevolent, gung-ho personality, and he couldn't stomach the boring peace. He found salvation in the gore of Lord Jashin's church and proudly boasted about the God who made him immortal. He wondered if this display of emotion meant Kakuzu trusted him. Hidan desperately tried to get closer to the man he secretly adored. In fact, Kakuzu was the reason he joined the Akatsuki in the first place. And ever since the fight with the Konoha shinobi, Hidan sees a lot of progress in the relationship. He even slept in the same bed as the miser last night.
But still, he has to make sure Kakuzu really cares for him. His little "maybe" rant still made Hidan feel flustered and confused. "Oi, asswipe," he speaks in feigned confidence, "you never answered my question. Why did you come back for me? You know you didn't have to." Kakuzu stares thoughtfully at the face that he was so relived to see when he dug this man out of the earth, the face of the man he loved. Kakuzu decided to answer this time. "Because you're the first person I've even considered a friend in many years. When I failed my mission in Takigakure, my friends and family all demonized me and prayed for my death. You're the closest thing I've had to a decent relationship since then." He looks down at the floor and voices his deepest wound. "And I really don't want to be alone anymore." The sudden outpour of emotion caught both men off guard and even made Hidan tear up a little. Hidan's care and the sadists acceptance of his own feelings rid Kakuzu of a weight he had been carrying since his flight from his home.
They sit frozen for a moment, then Kakuzu turns to Hidan and cups his cold, pale cheek in one hand. He was so weary of acting and hiding himself, so he decides to be like his bull-headed junior for once and lets his emotions rule him. "For an annoying, pissy little brat-" "Hey!" Hidan barks furiously, only to be silenced when Kakuzu clamps his hand over the zealots mouth. "-theres something about you that just makes me love you. And it really pisses me off because I'm not sure what exactly it is that made me fall for your stupid ass. But I did." Hidan falls speechless. Again, Kakuzu's newly found abruptness has shocked him into the sweetest silence. He is even more pleasantly surprised when Kakuzu removes his hand and presses his lips against his own.
Hidan responds by moving his lips in sync with the misers. The warmth of the stitched-nins mouth quickly intoxicates Hidan. Kakuzu prods the priests lips with his tongue, requesting entrance, and Hidan opens his mouth in acceptance. Kakuzu explores the moist cavern before their tongues meet and begin coiling around one another in a fitful, passionate dance. Hidan weaves his arms around Kakuzu's neck as the elder akatsuki pushes him back down onto the bed. The jashinist feels Kakuzu place himself over top of his smaller pale body. They pull away slowly, their lips still joined by a thin line of saliva. Kakuzu's jade green eyes meet with Hidan's magenta orbs. Both men see depths of lust and openly exposed love reflected in each others eyes.
Kakuzu moves his head down and presses his lips against Hidan's neck while pushing a hand up the tanktop concealing his recovering torso. Hidan lets out a gasp of pleasure as Kakuzu tenderly kisses his flesh and lightly strokes his chest. The miser then runs his tongue up the length of Hidans neck and traces the contours of his pale ear. The zealot grips the cloth of the trench coat that covers Kakuzu's back and lets out a small moan when Kakuzu's thumb scrapes his taut nipple. Kakuzu raises his head and presses his forehead against Hidan's, taking in the sight of his blushing face and the sound of his quick gasps of breath. The condition of his junior makes Kakuzu's stomach flush with lustful heat. It had been awhile since Kakuzu felt such compelling sexual need.
The miser eases Hidan out of the tight tanktop and black pants. The zealot was nude, and though he knew Kakuzu had seen him this way before, he felt incredibly self-conscious, especially since his excitement was showing obvious between his legs. Kakuzu sees Hidan's blush deepen and notices his eyes are looking sheepishly to the side. Kakuzu smiles inwardly. This is the first time he has seen the cocky albino act so shy with no trace of his boastful demeanor noticable. But he didn't want Hidan shying away too much. The zealot looks back at his partner when he feels the elder grab his wrist and press his hand against the stitched chest. "You know, I really didn't mind you hands on my body before, so don't start getting nervous now," says the sadistic seme. Hidan bites his lip. "I'm not nervous!"
Kakuzu raises a brow in question. "Are you sure about that?" And then he runs his fingers over the length of Hidan's member, making the masochist buck his hips and gasp loudly. The miser wraps his hand around the erection and pumps it. Kakuzu smirks. "You seem nervous, Hida-kun." But Hidan cannot respond now. The pleasure of the warm hand touching him was stealing his breath. Hidan grabs a fistful of Kakuzu's mocha brown hair with a trembling hand and moans softly. As much as the sight of a blushing, panting Hidan amuses Kakuzu, he craves pleasure as well. He opens the front of his pants, whilst touching his uke, and grabs the albinos free hand and guides it down to his own hardening length. Hidan feels his hand placed against the misers waist and his eyes widen a little upon seeing the fabric of the misers pants stretched against his hard on. Kakuzu leans down so his lips graze Hidan's and says "Touch me." in a slow, husky whisper. "Ahh..o-okay," Hidan says in the midst of a moan and plunges his hand into Kakuzu's pants.
Kakuzu flinches a little when Hidan's cold hand touches him, but quickly regains composure. Hidan wasn't really sure how to please another man, since he had only ever touched himself, but he tried repeating the motion of Kakuzu's hand as efficiently as possible. Kakuzu's..is so hot..., Hidan thinks to himself as he moves his hand, his mind foggy with lust. The ecstasy brought on by his seme was so different from the kind from Jashin-sama's rituals. It was much stronger, since it was a real person pleasing him. Rather than just having a sudden wave of ecstasy attack him, then quickly fade away, Hidan could indulge in the feel of Kakuzu's body and the pleasure stayed. Their hands soon began moving in time with each other. Kakuzu lets out a small groan that makes Hidan squirm as his body becomes unbearably hot. Kakuzu smashes his mouth against Hidan's in an attempt to silence himself, but they both end up moaning loudly into the sloppy kiss.
Just as Hidan starts to reach the peak of pleasure, Kakuzu takes his hand away and stills Hidan's own. Hidan groans in anger. "Oi," he starts, his words short due to his lack of breath. "Why the fuck did you stop?!"
"Because I'm not finishing it with a handjob," he says while removing the constricting trench coat. Before Hidan can speak again, Kakuzu crams three fingers into his mouth and commands him to suck. Hidan hesitates, then obeys. When each finger was moist, Kakuzu uses his tendrils to lift Hidan's legs and positions the fingers at the jashinist entrance. He hastily pushes the fingers in, feeling himself throb harder in need for release with each passing second. Hidan lets out a cry of pain as Kakuzu searches for his sweet spot. Yes, he was a masochist, but feeling himself be stretched so awkwardly was different from anything he'd ever felt before. "Dammit, Kakuzu, this fucking hurts!" Kakuzu looks at the uke. "It will hurt more if I don't do this, idiot. Be patient."
"Fuck you, you-ah!" Hidan started in a berating yell that was cut short by a strong burst of pleasure. "See?" Kakuzu says with a matter-of-fact tone. To prove his point further, he strokes the spot slowly, earning a noisy, stressed moan from Hidan. Kakuzu pulls his fingers out and places his member at the open entrance. He catches Hidan's eye, then pushes in. The miser lets out a throaty groan and has to restrain himself from instantly pounding into the tight heat he was now encased in. Hidan writhes under his seme, trying to shift himself so he can comfortably take in Kakuzu's large member. When he is situated, he simply nods and Kakuzu begins thrusting.
Hidan wraps his legs around Kakuzu's waist and digs his nails into the misers back, leaving welts of blood, but the ecstasy is too overwhelming for Kakuzu's mind to notice it. The zealot pushes himself against his senior in time with his thrusts, pushing Kakuzu all the way in. Both men desperately craved one another and wanted to take all of his lover, body and soul. Kakuzu quickly finds Hidan's spot and hits it repeatedly. As the pleasure intensifies with each movement, Hidan's near-screams fill the air along with Kakuzu's heavier, lustful moans. The zealot pulls the miser down and kisses him, licking the stitched-nins tongue, lips and teeth. "Hidan," Kakuzu says in a winded pant as both their climaxes draw near, "I love you."
Hidan comes before he can respond, the rapture making him cry out loudly as he releases on Kakuzu's stomach. The older akatsuki shoots his load into Hidan as he feels the flesh tightly constrict his throbbing member. Slowly he pulls out of his uke and collapses beside the younger male, both panting and slick with sweat. When Hidan catches his breath, he rolls over and props his arms on Kakuzu's chest, then kisses him tenderly. "I love you too," the zealot says, looking away shyly not because of the words he says, but because he is self-conscious of the mess he made on his lover. Kakuzu notices his sheepish glance at the white liquid on his stomach. He smiles teasingly.
"Hidan," he says. Hidan looks at him. Kakuzu wipes the zealots semen off his stomach and onto his hand, then raises it too his mouth and licks it. Hidan blushes furiously. "W-what the hell are you doing, you sick pervert?!" Kakuzu's smile broadens. "What's wrong with this?," he asks while he strokes Hidan's red stained cheek with his clean hand. "It came from you, you belong to me, therefore it is mine and i can do as I please with it."
The masochist blushes more and lays his head on the well sculpted stitched chest of his love and listens to the heartbeat. "Never thought you could be this damn kinky before," he mumbles into the tan skin. "Well you learn something new everyday." the Taki-nin says while running his fingers through Hidan's short messy hair. He considers his words for a moment, then says, "At least most people do. People who use their heads on a daily basis." Hidan glares at him. "Oi, are you trying to say I'm stupid? Eh?!" Kakuzu chuckles softly, throwing Hidan off. Smiling this much was a sight foreign to Hidan, but laughing as well? "No, I'm not. But teasing you now is a lot more enjoyable. You blush a lot more." And Hidan blushes more at the words, making Kakuzu chuckle again.
Hidan grumbles angrily and lays his head back down. "I wonder if Pein's replaced us by now." the jashinist says, remembering their obligation to the Akatsuki, then yawns. Kakuzu sees and pulls the blankets to the bed down and directs Hidan to the pillows. "We'll worry about that later. We survived this, we can take down a couple of push overs." says the stitched-nin, then lies beside his lover and throws the blanket over their bodies and pulls his uke into a loving embrace. Hidan stares dumbfounded at the wall for a moment, then his lips split into a warm smile. "Yeah," the priest mutters into his lovers defined shoulder. They lay there for a moment, lulled by the sound of each others breathing and intoxicated by the warmth of their bodies being drawn so close together. And as they slowly doze off into sleep, their last thoughts are of each other. Just maybe criminals are meant to find love, one way or another.