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Hidan was sitting at the kitchen table with a rather sour expression on his face as Kakuzu once again fixed them breakfast. The Jashinist was mentally throwing knives at the back of his head. The stitched man, who was currently fixing pancakes, finally got tired of the dark aura coming off of the zealot and said, "I don't care how much you glare at me. I'm not telling you where we're going today." They had both slept in late so Kakuzu was in a rather good mood.
Hidan groaned and leaned back. "Why not? I'm gonna find out later anyways!"
Kakuzu slid another pancake on the steadily growing stack and, with amusement in his voice, said, "I want it to be a surprise."
The Jashinist dug his nails into the table. "Fuck surprises!" He hissed.
The green-eyed man chuckled and picked up the huge stack of pancakes, bringing it over to the table before setting it down. "Such a foul mouth." He teased as a smirk played across his face. "Perhaps you need another bath, hm?"
That comment caused a deep blush to take over the zealot's now embarrassed face. "S-shut the hell up!" He shouted as he quickly put a few pancakes on his plate and drenched them in syrup before digging in.
Kakuzu sat across from the seething zealot to enjoy his own breakfast. He couldn't wait for their date. After today, Hidan might even reward him for all of his efforts. Well, Kakuzu hoped he would.
As the two of them continued eating, Hidan mulled over where the bastard might be taking him. They were obviously going to a place that wasn't nearby since Kakuzu insisted that they get a semi-early start, around afternoon. The Jashinist just wished that he knew where they were going! He never really was one for surprises.
Once they were finished, Kakuzu took their dishes over to the sink and then fed Rufus. Hidan watched the fluffy feline eat and asked, "Hey, where did you get Rufus from?"
Kakuzu, knowing he wouldn't get clawed or bitten, kneeled down and stroked the cat's back. "I found him on the streets five years ago, digging through the garbage behind Akatsuki. When I first reached out to pet him he hissed and tried to scratch me." He look at Hidan with a smirk. "Kind of like how you do now."
Hidan crossed his arms and hissed, "Shut the fuck up and finish your damn story!"
"Alright. After I finally managed to not get my face clawed off, I took the little spitfire home with me. It was winter at that time too and I knew I couldn't let him wander around in the snow so I took him to the vet the next day to get his shots."
Rufus finished his breakfast and rubbed against Kakuzu's leg gratefully as he finished speaking. "After a month of living together, this little furball had me wrapped around his paw. He's become one of the most important things in my life. Besides money...and you, of course."
Hidan blushed at the complement and quickly stormed out of the kitchen yelling, "YOU EMBARRASSING PRICK! I'm going to get ready, damn it!"
Kakuzu laughed while listening to the zealot stomp up the stairs. It seems he really did have a thing for taking in rambunctious strays.
After having to be yelled at three times, Hidan finally came downstairs. Kakuzu had told him to wear something he would be comfortable in and be able to move around easily in, so he went with something simple. The Jashinist wore a pair of faded gray jeans, a black turtleneck, a long red scarf with matching gloves, black snow boots, and his religious necklace.
"Quit staring at me you pervert!" Hidan yelled at the stitched man once he noticed the look he was receiving.
Kakuzu chuckled. "Just admiring the view."
"Well admire the view later! Let's go!" Hidan grabbed the man's arm and started tugging him to the door, desperate to know where they were going. Kakuzu laughed and grabbed their jackets as he was forced out of the house.
As they made their way to the car, the zealot took note of what the larger man was wearing. His clothes were very similar to the Jashinist's except that he had no scarf and all of his clothes were black except for the dark green turtleneck he wore. How the bastard looked so good in everything he wore, Hidan would never know, but he would stare.
Kakuzu must have felt the eyes on his back because he turned around right when they got to the truck. Hidan jumped and a blush attacked his face once he realized what he'd been caught doing.
The green-eyed man smirked and took hold of the zealot's chin as he asked, "Oh, so I can't stare but you can? That's seems a little unfair, don't you think?"
"I-I wasn't staring!" Hidan rushed out, obviously lying.
Kakuzu chuckled and quickly planted a kiss on the Jashinist's lips. "It's okay Hidan, I won't tell anyone." He winked at the blushing man and then got in the truck.
Hidan, not realizing that kiss could be used for another date, grumbled and got in as well. Kakuzu started up the truck and then they were off. For the most part, Hidan was able to keep relatively quiet. It was only toward the end of the ride when the zealot asked, "Where are we going?" The Jashinist was curious now, seeing as how they were driving on a rather deserted road.
The stitched man sighed. "If you'll wait five more minutes you'll find out."
Not wanting to get the man angry right before they arrived, the Jashinist managed to keep quiet for the remainder of the ride. As soon as Kakuzu parked the truck in a patch of snow and the zealot realized where they were at, Hidan let out a sharp gasp and stared out the front window.
There, in the middle of a large, snow covered field, was a huge lake. The lake was completely frozen over and, being wintertime the sun was already setting, the ice glimmered in pale orange light. Hidan scrambled out of the truck and ran to the edge of the lake, grinning like an idiot.
"This is fucking amazing!" The Jashinist shouted. He turned back to Kakuzu, who was just now getting out of the truck, and asked, "How the hell did you find this place?"
The green-eyed man reached into the bed of the truck and pulled out two pairs of iceskates, tossing one of them to Hidan. "It was snowing really bad one winter and I got lost while driving to the next town. It got so bad to where I had to pull over and this is where I ended up." He explained, surprised by how happy the zealot looked. By the time Kakuzu walked up to his companion's side, Hidan already had one skate on. He was halfway through putting on the other when he looked up at the larger man with a curious expression.
"You do know how to ice skate...right?" He asked.
Kakuzu remained silent as he put on his skates and a grin took over Hidan's face as he said, "You don't know. You don't know how to skate!"
The stitched man shrugged and carefully stood up on his skates. "I learn fast. Shouldn't be a problem."
Hidan chuckled as he watched the large man try to keep his balance. He stood up with ease and without a second thought he stepped out onto the ice and pushed off. For the first few minutes Hidan had to get back into the feeling of the skates gliding on top of the ice, even falling a couple of times when he lost his balance.
Kakuzu watched all of this in amusement before deciding that he should join the energetic zealot. He put one foot onto the ice and, still having one foot in the snow, decided it wasn't so bad. He slowy brought his other foot onto the ice and-
"FUCK!" The green-eyed man yelled out as his feet slid forward and his back hit the ice. Loud laughter came from the other side of the lake once Hidan realized what had happened. The zealot skated over to the fallen man and stopped beside of him, a smirk on his face.
"Need some help?" The white-haired man teased, holding out his hand.
Growling, Kakuzu grabbed his hand and yanked the zealot down onto his chest. Hidan gasped when he was brought face to face with the larger man, causing the other to smirk and ask, "Now who's laughing?"
"S-shut up!" Hidan hissed, blushing. He pushed himself off of the bastard and yanked him up from the ground. Kakuzu was shocked at the zealot's strength but quickly got over it when he realized that their hands were still connected.
Hidan, still very much red in the face, tugged on the man's hand. "Come on...I'll teach you."
Kakuzu stared at the zealot, a mixture of surprise and glee on his face. "...Yeah."
After a while of the zealot slowly pulled him along the ice, the stitched man asked, "So, are you going to ask me any questions today?"
Hidan thought about it for a moment before saying, "How about...instead of asking questions, we can just...tell each other secrets?"
Kakuzu laughed at this. "You mean like little kids do?"
"Shut up!" The Jashinist growled, tempted to let go of his hand.
The larger man shook his head, still smiling, and said, "I was just kidding. Secrets it is then, just stop for a second." Hidan slowly stopped them and Kakuzu let go of his hand, beginning to roll up his right sleeve.
"What are you doing?" Hidan asked.
The green-eyed man chuckled and held out his uncovered arm. "Showing you one of my secrets." He said.
"What the hell is so secretive about your ar-WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Hidan stared in awe at Kakuzu's marked arm as the one of the many stitches started to unravel itself and move out from his skin. The Jashinist reached his hand out to touch the thread, only to have it wind around his finger and start to slide up his hand. He forced down the shiver of excitement that the sensation seemed to entice.
"How...are you doing that?" Hidan asked, bewildered.
Kakuzu laughed and the stitch drew back in to his arm. "I honestly can't explain it to you. I don't really remember how I got my stitches, I've had them for a long time, and I've always been able to control them this way. Like them?" He asked with a smirk on his face.
Hidan quickly looked away and muttered, "Well I won't lie...they're pretty cool."
The larger man took hold of the zealot's and they started to skate again. Kakuzu looked at the Jashinist and asked, "What about you?"
Hidan was quiet for a few minutes, seeming to think something over. "I was...kidnapped once. When I was little." He said, a strange tone to his voice.
Kakuzu's eyes widened slightly and asked, "You were kidnapped?"
The Jashinist nodded. "When I was eight, some really creepy guy found me praying to Jashin outside of the village I was living in. He didn't do anything then, but he kept coming back, over and over and over again. It was about a month after our first encounter when he took me. He told me that Jashin had spoke to him, saying that I needed to go with him to a place of prayer and like the stupid little kid that I was, I followed him. He must have slipped me some kind of drug at one point because the next thing I remember is waking up in a strange room. There was nothing in there except for a bed. He must have had some kind of holes drilled into the walls because I remember phasing in and out a bit and each time that happened, the bastard was there. Even when he wasn't in the room...I felt him watching me. I remember him...touching me, all over. He didn't rape me or anything...but he might as well have. H-he...he-"
"Hidan." Kakuzu's deep voice snapped the zealot out of his trance. "You can stop now." The stitch man said, stroking the back of the man's gloved hand with his thumb. "Don't force yourself."
Hidan's face turned a deep red and he grumbled, "I-idiot, I'm fine."
Kakuzu laughed and poked him in the side. "How about a different kind of secret?" He asked, trying to push away some of the tension. "Hablo español." The stitched man purred.
The Jashinist's face turned even more red and Kakuzu could practically feel the arousal rolling off of the zealot. It appeared that his little albino had a spanish fetish and he didn't even know it.
"H-huh?" Hidan squeaked out as manly as possible.
The larger man laughed. "I said, I speak Spanish."
The Jashinist swallowed and guided Kakuzu around a curve in the lake. "S-since when?"
"Well my mom's side of the family was Latino, so I just kind of picked up on it. ¿Te gusta?" The stitched man was watching the zealot's reactions intently.
"Wha...What does that mean?"
"It means," Kakuzu pressed his lips to the man's reddened ears. "You like?"
Shivering, Hidan couldn't help but nod. Oh, Kakuzu was definitely going to use this against the zealot later, no doubt about it.
The green-eyed man noticed how Hidan's lips were turning blue and decided to wrap it up. "You tell me one more secret and we'll go. I can tell you're getting cold."
Hidan nodded and, after some deep contemplation, said, "Alright...I like pain."
Kakuzu raised an eyebrow. "You like pain as in...masochism?" He asked, only catching the perverted side of the confession.
The zealot's face turned a bright red once again. "O-oh...well um, I-I guess so." He muttered.
The large man laughed and gave Hidan an evil smirk. "Thanks for that information, I'll remember that for later. Now let's get out of here, it's freezing." He said, realizing that is was getting really dark.
"So..." Kakuzu looked down at his feet. "How do you stop these things?"
When they got back home, Kakuzu immediately went to the kitchen.
"Sorry we couldn't go to the cafe downtown like I wanted, I didn't realize it had gotten so late. My hot chocolate isn't nearly as good as theirs but it's still pretty nice." He said as he began to fix their hot beverages. Hidan hoped up onto the island and watched him work.
"It's fine. I...had a fun time skating." The zealot said.
"Good." Kakuzu smiled as he stirred their drinks. "When you said you liked to ice skate, I thought of that place." He finished preparing their drinks and handed a cup to Hidan.
"Aquí usted va mi pequeño albino." He purred, giving him an evil smirk.
Not even sure what the other said, Hidan took the cup with a blush. "T-thanks."
They both stayed quiet as they sipped their drinks. The silence wasn't awkward as much as it was...tension. Sexual tension. Which goes without saying that when Hidan pulled away his cup and had hot chocolate on his mouth, Kakuzu made a move.
Sweeping in, the stitched man licked the remaining liquid from the zealot's lips, causing Hidan to make a sound of surprise and jerk backwards, almost falling off of the island. Kakuzu caught him, a grin on his face, and said, "Careful now."
The Jashinist quickly pulled away from him and jumped to the ground. He turned to leave when Kakuzu's voice stopped him.
"Hey Hidan, how would you like to play...a game?"
Intrigued, Hidan turned to the green-eyed man, eyebrow raised. "What kind of game?" He asked.
Kakuzu walked towards him, still taking sips from his cup. "It's a...guessing game of sorts. It a bit challenging, but I promise it's fun. What do you say?"
Hidan felt cautious about the look in the man's green eyes but curiousity got the best of him. He always did like to play games.
"Sure."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Kakuzu was pulling him upstairs. The zealot was having a flashback to the bathroom incident and he felt a burst of excitement course through his body, not that he would ever show it.
They stopped in front of Kakuzu's bedroom and all of the Jashinist's excitement turned to nervousness. What kind of game were they going to play here?! The tan man pushed open his door and led the albino inside. He walked over to his closet and started rummaging through it.
"Take your clothes off and turn around." He ordered, very similar to when they were in the bathroom.
Hidan tensed up and screamed, "WHAT KIND OF GAME IS THIS?!"
"Oh hush." Kakuzu grumbled. "Just do it. I promised it would be fun didn't I?"
The Jashinist pursed his lips and pondered. If he didn't take off his clothes then the bastard would probably just threaten to do it himself again. Sighing in defeat, Hidan turned around and took his clothes off. He stood there, naked, for a short while, feeling very subconscious. It wasn't much longer before everything suddenly went dark.
"Hey! What the hell?!" He yelled, feeling an unknown cloth being tied behind his head.
Kakuzu laid his hands on the zealot's shoulders and pushed down. "Calm down. Sit. Legs apart."
Hidan clenched his teeth and did what he was told, knowing that if he resisted the larger man would just convince him another way. "I get the feeling this isn't a normal game. Right, bastard?"
The stitched man laughed and responded, "Right. This is a little game called 'Blind Seduction'."
"WHAT?!" Hidan whiped his head in the direction Kakuzu's voice was coming from.
"Geez, how many times do I have to tell you to calm down? Just listen. The way Blind Seduction is played is that one person is naked and blindfolded, that's you. The other person, me, touches the naked person with various items and they're supposed to guess what that item is. Fun, right?"
Hidan's face looked like it was going to explode it was so red. "IT SOUNDS PERVERTED!"
The Jashinist jumped when something soft slide up his back.
"That's what makes it fun." Kakuzu chuckled. "Now, go ahead and guess."
The soft object slowly slid up the zealot's back again, making him shiver. Deciding to just go along with it, he tried to focus. It felt sort of fuzzy like a sock, but it was thicker.
"Um...a...uh...slipper?" Hidan asked, terribly unsure.
Kakuzu's voice was surprised as he replied, "Yes, actually."
The Jashinist heard more shuffling and then silence. Well, crap. The bastard was the most dangerous when he didn't make a sound. A small clink was heard before Hidan gasped and arched his back when something cold and hard ran over his nipple. Not being able to see was severely heightening his sense of touch, which was bad news for the sensitive zealot.
"Well?" The bastard asked, torturing him by slowly running the unknown object over one of his pert nipples.
"A-a...pen?" Hidan's mind was a tad unfocused as he squirmed, Kakuzu still pressing the cold object into his nub.
"Try again." The stitch man purred.
The zealot cursed under his breath as he tried to concentrate. "Is i-it a...a...spoon..?"
Kakuzu laughed and whispered into his ear, "Come on Hidan, try."
"A...b-belt...buckle?"
"Hm...good guess." More shuffling. Hidan was tense as he awaited the next item. He had a feeling that despite what the objects were, the places he would be touch would just keep getting more intimate.
Something warm and wet pressed against his stomach, just above the base of his half hard shaft. Hidan groaned slightly and bit his lip.
"Y-you ass! That was your t-tongue!" He hissed.
The Jashinist felt the lips on his stomach shift into a smirk as Kakuzu purred in his sultry, sweet voice, "Very good. Time to move on."
The lips moved down, just barely touching the zealot's arousal, causing Hidan to cry out and arch his back at the small yet very effective touch. The warm mouth slid down just a bit further before pulling away, making the albino let out a small whine.
Kakuzu watched his little zealot try to resist the pleasure he was feeling and could hardly control himself. The Jashinist was sitting there with his legs apart, his weeping shaft now standing tall, with reddened cheeks, all causing the stitched man's cock to stir. The albino practically screamed 'take me now'.
Kakuzu picked up one of the smaller man's pale legs, causing him to jump, and nipped at his inner thigh. Hidan let out a throaty moan as lust coursed through his spine when the green-eyed man bit, licked, and sucked at the creamy skin, getting dangerously close to the zealot's erection.
"B-bastard." Hidan panted. "I don't t-think...this is how t-the game is p-played..."
Kakuzu muttered again the Jashinist's skin, "I'm making my own rules."
The zealot cried out when Kakuzu blew warm air over his arousal, causing his head to fall backwards. "D-damn...you."
For the next few minutes the greedy man continued teasing Hidan, never touching his aching shaft. It finally got to the point where the zealot desperately needed to get some kind of relief, so the Jashinist reached down and took hold of his swollen manhood, shocking Kakuzu with the sudden move. Hidan gave a few experimental squeezes, trying to get a feel for what was pleasurable an he whimpered as he began to pump himself with his inexperienced hands and let out a small noise that sounded strangely like Kakuzu's name.
The tan man's cock immediately came to life at the display. He never thought he'd get the chance to see his zealot in such an erotic way, jerking himself off after only being touched a few times.
"¿Se siente bien?" Kakuzu purred into the man's ear, drawing out a shiver.
Hidan released a low moan as he leaned forward, cock twitching at the foreign words combined with the green-eyed man's voice. Realizing how much the zealot was aroused by it, even though he couldn't understand, Kakuzu continued to speak in his second tongue.
"Me encanta verte así. Yo lo amo más cuando finalmente se toma. Yo sólo puedo imaginar las caras que harán cuando te hago mía."
Hidan's hands frantically pumped his shaft as Kakuzu's voice invaded his mind.
"F-fuck..." The zealot panted, realizing that his own hands weren't quite doing the trick. Thinking back, he remembered how amazing the stitched man's large hands felt as they stroked him, making Hidan whimper.
"Want some help?" Kakuzu's voice inquired.
"F-fuck you!" The Jashinist hissed, not wanting to admit defeat. He knew that if he gave in now, the tan man would never let him live it down.
"Ahh!"
Rough fingernails dug into his sides and dragged their way down to his hips, making the zealot cry out in pleasure. His back was pushed into the carpeted floor as Kakuzu's voice once again asked, "Are you sure you don't want any help?"
"Go to hel-NGH!" Hidan moaned loudly when he felt teeth dig into his neck. Kakuzu, curious about how much pain the zealot liked, fiercely pressed down on the pale throat. At the feeling of a bit of blood trickling down his neck and the pressure from the stitched man's teeth, the Jashinist threw back his head and let out an erotic groan which caused an animalistic growl to come from Kakuzu.
"Damn it Hidan. I don't think you understand what you're doing to me." The tan man bit down on Hidan's shoulder just as hard. The zealot, while still pumping himself enthusiastically, pushed his hips up into Kakuzu's.
Hidan was momentarily blinded by light when the blindfold was suddenly ripped from his head. Slowly regaining focus, he gazed up into the hungry, lust filled eyes of a very naked Kakuzu. Before he could say anything, the zealot's lips were attacked by the larger man's and their tongues went into a full out war as Hidan's hands were pried from his leaking arousal. The Jashinist was so lost into the kiss that he didn't notice the feeling of something sliding up his arms towards his hands.
Before he could realize what happened, Hidan was dragged across the room and slammed into the wall with his hands bounded together above his head. The Jashinist opened his eyes and stared in bewilderment at Kakuzu, who was standing a foot away from him with a few threads extended from his arms. The zealot flushed a deep red once he realized that his hands were trapped by the bastard's silky threads.
"W-what do you think...you're d-doing?" Hidan asked, trying to look angry to disguise the arousal he was feeling at being trapped.
Kakuzu, not fooled in the least, prowled forward. "Making sure you can't get away." With this, another stitch came undone and a thread reached forward, sliding across one of his nipples. Hidan couldn't contain the groan of excitement that slipped through his lips.
The tan man licked his lips and decided to take it a step further. Combining a group of his stitches into a larger one, he slid it around the albino's creamy thigh and up to his reddened entrance.
Hidan's breath hitched at the feeling of something of something pressing against his puckered hole for a second time. Lust took hold of him as he breathed, "Do it."
Not needing to be told twice, Kakuzu had the large thread thrust into his horny zealot. The Jashinist screamed as the smooth intrusion wiggled inside of him, causing him to writhe and thrust his hips forward. The black thread began to thrust in and out of him, each time bringing forth a new sound of pleasure that was slowly driving Kakuzu insane. Hidan went weak in the knees and banged his head against the wall when his prostate was brutally hit.
"H-harder you...AH!...ass!"
Kakuzu let out a predatory growl as he slid more threads around the zealot's thighs and lifted him off the ground. The tan man began to stroke himself while his threads continued to work the Jashinist closer to completion.
Wanting more, Hidan began to use his trapped wrists to lift himself up and them drop him onto the large thread currently fucking him, making it go deeper. A thread wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke him as he bounced up and down on the larger thread inside of him. The Jashinist opened one eye and blushed even more when he realized that Kakuzu was pleasuring himself while watching him.
After another stab at his sensitive bundle of nerves and a blood drawing bite to his neck, Hidan came, screaming Kakuzu's name. The stitched man followed a few minutes later and slowly removed his threads from the zealot. Bringing the largest one to his mouth, he licked it clean while the Jashinist watched.
"F-fucking...p-pervert." Hidan panted, completely spent.
Kakuzu smirked and picked him up, carrying him over to the bed.
"Says the one who gets turned on by Spanish, pain, and bondage."
"S-shut up!"
The stitched man laughed and laid him down. He disappeared into the bathroom and came back moments later with a wet cloth. He thoroughly wiped Hidan down and then cleaned himself. Tossing the cloth into his hamper, Kakuzu laid down next to the zealot and pulled him against his chest.
"I can't wait to actually fuck you." The stitch man purred into Hidan's ear. "Did you know that I can feel what my stitches feel? The way the inside of you felt, so wet and tight. When the time comes, I'm going to fuck you so long and hard you're not going to be able to walk for a month."
Hidan shudder and growled, "S-shut up and go to fucking sleep!"
"Fucking sleep? Was that an offer?"
The Jashinist yelled in frustration and covered his face with a pillow. After realizing how talented the bastard was, he was almost tempted to say yes.
HOLY JASHIN THIS WAS A LONG ASS CHAPTER!
Enjoy? I know what you guys are thinking. "SEX! SEX! SEX!"
Well...NOT YET! Be patient! Little Hidan just needs some time
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