A/N: Hmmm…This was originally an HidaIta requested by HoloXam with "How about Hidan/Itachi? As in physical pain vs mental pain, or something like that... :D" and it started out that way…but it kinda deviated from its original path after I got an idea. Hope you like it, Holo! (And I think I'll still do your other request but it might take a while; I'm more than a little swamped by various types of work right now.)
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Comfort
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He was tired.
So tired that when Hidan came on to him, he couldn't even summon the will to resist.
Hidan liked it rough, and he was too used to the psychological pain of loving someone to care when it ripped him apart even more. Itachi had once been fragile, but after countless years of pain, torture, and the unbearable burden of never being able to share his pain, he had hardened.
Created a shell of himself that would be inscrutable to all but the best.
Unfortunately, Hidan was even better than the best.
"Itachi, I know you're hiding under there. Get out here so I can fucking play with the real you, bastard."
Itachi would look at him with blank eyes, not really wanting anything but wanting something.
Hidan was most willing to provide that something.
"Take off your clothes and get in bed, Uchiha."
So he did.
"Spread."
So he did.
"Moan."
So he did.
"Scream my name," Hidan whispered as he trailed a wet tongue up the raven's inner thigh. "And scream it like you mean it."
And as his fingers encircled Itachi, he grinned.
Because his partner was moaning his name with a face that couldn't possibly be part of his shell.
Hidan had cracked through the barrier. And his reward?
A warm body in his bed and a compatriot to his shattered exterior.
"Itachi…"
The heir to the Sharingan looked up in question, staring at the silver-haired man with flickering red eyes.
Hidan fell to his keens before his partner and embraced him.
"Thank you."
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260 words
11/13/09
HidaIta