"It's your turn" came the rough reply from above, and Hidan let a shudder run through him. He took a deep breath to clear his head and focus on what he really wanted. He rubbed his neck where the thick tentacles had suffocated him and he grinned slowly, he glanced slyly up with a roguish glint in his eyes. What did he really want? Oh he knew deep down, but how could he ever tell Kakuzu without feeling ashamed?

He never got the chance to answer that question, however. Before he had time to blink in surprise, he'd been lifted off his knees and forced backwards. The air was knocked out of his lungs and he was slammed into a large boulder at speed. Deep gouge marks were left in the earth where his feet had been dragged and his back was slung against the rock. Blood leaked from the back of his beautiful head and he went limp, surrendering. His feet weren't touching the floor, but he wouldn't have moved even if he wanted to. Kakuzu approached.

A fork of intense lightning split the sky and reflected off something in his hand. Exitement exploded inside Hidan's stomach, an aching feeling of lust, a promise of fulfilment. Kakuzu carried a deadly version of the common kunai normally used by Konoha ninja, except his had serrated edges. As he approached, he raised his arm slightly, twirling the weapon in a fascinating display of skill. Impatience welled up inside Hidan's stomach and he whimpered with longing, he didn't need to explain what he wanted – Kakuzu already knew...somehow.

The taller man stood over him with something akin to desire in his eyes. What else lingered there? A faint hint of disgust, maybe bewilderment. Why couldn't this guy have normal fantasies like the rest? Secretly Kakuzu was glad that Hidan was a little different, he'd enjoyed the last time even more than he'd let on. He trailed a hand down the bare chest in front of him, his hands were cold and made the other man shiver nervously. In his right hand the knife glittered with menace and he drew it lightly over Hidan's shoulder as he moved into position. The boulder acted almost as an operating table, except that every time Hidan moved the rough edges caught him, nicking and cutting his small back and adding yet more to his bliss.

With a hungry growl he reached up, impatient for it to begin. His hands hardly left his sides before they were pinned sharply down by thick black cords.

"Kuzu! Stop tormenting me..." he gasped, the air wouldn't come, it just wouldn't. His lungs heaved and he gulped for air before realizing it was Kakuzu's hands this time gripping his neck. The thumbnails dug into the soft tissue around his windpipe, he felt delicate cartilage within get crushed mercilessly. His eyes rolled back into his head as reason gave way to the thrill.

Kakuzu had no restraints and leant over the priests gasping mouth to lay one last kiss on his lips, their tongues fought for dominance for one last time and an unusually high pitched whine burst out of Hidan's lips.

"...NOW...have to...gah"

"Enough with the fuss. Ready?" Kakuzu said in a low voice, hiding his own mounting excitement.

Hidan nodded reverently, his eyes were shining now. The knife glinted with malice in the darkness as Kakuzu raised his arm, it flew out of the sky with a rushing sound and the next thing Hidan knew stars exploded in his head. He could feel warm blood rushing over his sides, Kakuzu's hands were fumbling in it. He opened his eyes and bared his teeth.

"Still...my...turn" he gasped, barely conscious and fell back when the knife swept back for a second shot. It hit him square in the side and before he could let loose the breath he was holding, Kakuzu dragged it downwards turning a simple stab into a vicious wound.

Hidan exhaled, careful not to let his name escape his lips. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander again, onwards and up through his pain. Wait scratch that, this wasn't just pain this was fucking agonyHis face was screwed up and his emotions were easily readable – sated lust and utter torture. Kakuzu viewed him with interest, he leaned down and whispered only two words into his lover's ear,

"what next?"

"Ku...zu..." came the muffled reply, and his eyes rolled – bloodshot and wide. He was trying to raise his arms to point at something and Kakuzu followed his partners gaze. Somewhere out in the mud was something Hidan wanted, his eyes showed desperation and raw desire. Luminous green eyes scanned the damp ground, back and forth for a whole minute until he saw what Hidan craved, he sighed, he should have known. There between two rocks was Hidan's weapon of choice – no, not the scythe- this was the short sharp stake he used during rituals. His eyesight must be good for him to have seen it from here, this made Kakuzu wonder just what else had the priest seen when he thought he couldn't see?

He was distracted from the train of thought, however when Hidan started to thrash about in front of him.

"Get on with it damnit! Don't make me...wait!!" He was gasping for breath through his rage, and the screaming was hurting his throat – but hell! He had to make his needs known!

Kakuzu glared at him in disgust and walked slowly away to find the detestable implement, Hidan was sure he was taking his time on purpose but he was held down securely and Kakuzu probably couldn't hear him from over there. He was giving himself a headache.

It seemed like forever when his partner returned, carrying the pike like it was something infectious. By now Hidan's eyes were glassy and wide, the ultimate ecstasy standing only a few inches away. His heart raced and his cheeks were red. His nails scrabbled at the stone. Even with his eyes closed Kakuzu could sense his arousal – it was coming off him in fucking waves. The need to annihilate overcame any other emotions, his body felt like it was humming – building up to this one pristine moment. They shook and they waited, listening to the pulse of the world, holding on and captivated by the perfect calm. They were in the eye of the storm.

Lightning struck nearby, sending shockwaves and static through the charged air, thunder followed immediately afterwards. The cacophony of noise and light threatened to push the pair right over the edge.

"Kakuzu NOW!" Hidan bellowed in his delirium and his nails tore at his own skin, pleading for release.

Kakuzu waited just a second more, until he was sure the whole world was holding its breath. He raised the deadly spiked weapon in both his hands, balancing it and letting the light shimmer down its glimmering sides. He angled it down, Hidan's chest heaved and an insane smile played over his contorted features. Then the spear began its journey down, savage and crueller than anything in the universe. Murderous intent flickered across the older mans face when he put every last ounce of strength he had into the ruthless act.

Purple eyes flew open and a terrible scream burst out of Hidan's mouth. A split second later the lethal blade was pushing through him. His skin was tearing, ribs were breaking and blood was flowing as quickly as the rain. Kakuzu forced it deeper and the howling intensified. Hidan's teeth clenched and he groaned, deep and low.

Sadistic will took over and Kakuzu twisted the metal between his hands. Just as he'd hoped it rendered Hidan senseless and only unintelligible syllables escaped his tortured lips. He squeezed his eyes shut and he cried out loud,

"Jash...in...ahh – kuz-no!" His afflicted masochistic ramblings earned a grin from his lover, who took great pleasure in forcing the evil weapon the rest of the way. He put his weight into it and the blood flowed faster, it spurted up and hit him in the eye. The hot liquid rolled down his face like crimson tears. He shook them free – he didn't want to miss even one precious second of his partner's divine excruciation.

The Jashinist writhed on cold stone lost in a world of unbearable suffering. Disturbed in his mind from the ongoing abuse he pleaded for more. Anything, just don't let it end. Half a second later, cold metal met his heart.

"That's...that's...agh...-spot!!" he choked out and blood ran over his lips which Kakuzu greedily licked off.

"This won't hurt a bit" he promised and twisted the metal rod an agonizing 360 degrees. If Hidan wasn't in heaven before, he was surely now. Visions whispered before his eyes, faint eyeless faces created by his lamentable hurt. Racking sobs burned out of his throat and he raised his hips. In recognition of yet another demand, Kakuzu climbed over him, straddling and beginning to grind sensually close.

"Kakuzu!" his head was thrown back as waves of pleasure vibrated through him. He gasped at the sudden heat, and heard a faint growl above him.

"Hidan...that's enough" Kakuzu murmured like an angry parent as Hidan arched his back and indicted he wanted throttling again

Kakuzu slid off. "If you deserve any more, I'm sure your god will see to it. I'm out" he confessed and flopped down on the springy moss to watch Hidan writhe with yet unspent lust. He twitched on the stone and Kakuzu could see his lips moving in a silent prayer. Damn that bastard he WAS trying for more. He watched and waited with interest. The thunder boomed and reverberated and the rain was easing up. A static charge began to build. He felt it first on the hairs on his neck, then his stitches pulled tight, his hair was beginning to slightly curl as the atmospheric electricity grew.

Kakuzu felt scared, he wondered if he should untie his friend – with that metal pole sticking right out of him he was a little prone to-

"Mother FUCK!" Kakuzu leapt to his feet as he watched the brightest bolt of pure power he'd ever seen come striking out of the night. It was pure white, not the stupid yellow lightning you see in books, if he'd been a religious man he would have called it divine white. It came down with the heat and fury of a demon and stuck Hidan's ritual pike as it would have done a lightning rod.

The priest shook with torment and satisfaction, the power surged through him like lightning but he was sure this was something else. Lightning burns, this did not. It hurt like a bitch, but brought a haunting smile to his bloodstained face, his eyes rolled back into his head as the pleasure continued beyond the realms of human conception. He knew where this pleasure was coming from, his god had sent it and that added yet more to the heart stopping sensation.

The lightning pulsed through him, racing around his bloodstream and sparking his nerves in a way he never dreamed possible. Jashin-sama worked in mysterious ways but even the most solemn prayers were forced out of his mind by the sheer power of the perfect pain. His back was fixed in a permanent curve and his mouth was open wide in an everlasting scream. The hot white light poured into his small body, producing groans interspersed with laboured screams.

Kakuzu sat back in awe, watching the liquid terror soar from the heavens. Buzzing faintly like a pylon, but carrying with it the mystery of his diabolical religion. Kakuzu was a little afraid. He risked the rain and backed away from the spectacle before him. From a safe distance he waited.

It could have lasted 5 minutes, it could have lasted an hour, neither of them knew. One minute the unknown agony was forcing Hidan into a twisted ecstasy, the next it was gone, silently into the thinning clouds. The rain stopped, the thunder rolled weakly in the far distance and peace returned. Kakuzu opened one eye carefully and checked he hadn't inadvertently been smitten by Hidan's god on the way past. He squinted further to the stone slab he'd shared with him earlier and saw a thin figure sprawled over it, barely clinging to life.

He slipped and slid all the way over to it and his heart raced at the sight before him. Hidan had been to utopia and back in a night, not bad for an immortal. Kakuzu felt a small pang of disappointment that he couldn't be the one to do that for him. He stared glumly down at the half closed unfocussed purple eyes and bloodstained chest. The skin was coming apart – it would need stitches and maybe that would wake the bastard up. Kakuzu set to work as the sun came up slowly in the east. His thoughts were sad, he'd fallen at the last hurdle...couldn't satisfy his little uke.

Black threads weaved and flew in an intricate design over his lovers pale skin just as they had before. Dried blood flaked off and Hidan's breathing came in irregular gasps. Was he conscious? His eyelids flickered as Kakuzu tied up the last threads and surveyed his work proudly.

"Ku...zu?" he rasped weakly, his voice like the scratching of dried autumn leaves

"I did this all for you, you know Hidan?" Kakuzu bent his head over the immortals and placed a delicate kiss on his forehead. Heat was still emanating from him as if he had a fever. Hidan's eyes rolled around in his head and he trembled weakly, his hands plucked listlessly at his stitches and goosebumps erupted along his limbs.

"You're sick. I need to get you indoors" he thought to himself and gently lifted Hidan up bridal style. Sometimes it was fun to play nurse.

"You owe me one" he muttered into the feverish priest's ears and lifted him lightly from the unforgiving bloodstained stone. "I expect payback you know"

"My...pleas..ure" Hidan choked and fell limp-unconcious at last