It was made of wood.

It was evil looking and had wheels all over it. Next to it was a shelf of dusty metal things which were twisted and bent from age and use. Kakuzu stared at it in awe and horror as he held the other mans body in his strong hands. It seemed to leer out of the darkness at the two of them, as if daring them to use it, to feel its power running through them. Hidan gave a shudder, his excitement was building just by looking at it. It radiated fear and death, he could sense terror around it like a giant black aurora. As he turned away to face Kakuzu again, it appeared to grow larger, creep closer...or maybe it was just a trick of the light.

"Let's move"

Hidan stumbled over and into the darkness, the light from the moon didn't penetrate this far into the chamber, or maybe it was the sheer evilness of the Rack pushing the light away. He ran his hands over the smooth pale wood and cold wheels, just itching for Kakuzu to be in control again.

"Do you even know how to use this?" he whispered to the stitch man, spreading his hands wide over the thing and licking his lips.

"Sure how hard can it be? You go there, I stand here and..." he grinned, "you know the rest"

Hidan matched his grin and tried to climb bodily onto the wooden monstrosity. He was aching for it again, even though his back was still dripping blood and flesh. His lust was insatiable, and he knew it.

"Hidan. You do it like this" Kakuzu glared from the other side and sent forth ropes which coiled around the shorter mans limbs. Hidan struggled, wishing to do it himself rather than be forever carried about.

"Stop struggling! Honestly do I have to hold you down?" Kakuzu complained as Hidan tore at the ropes that bound him. His heart throbbed almost painfully as the intonation of that last sentence hit him. Hold him down...?

"Kuzu...I...!" he could feel the urges rising in his chest, in his throat. A scream was building as his mutilated back rubbed against splinters in the old wood, sending shivers of twisted pleasure through his blood. His ankles and wrists were tied in the loops of rough pale ropes by his skilled partner, and he eyed the lever to the right of him. When Kakuzu wrenched on that, the wheels would turn and the ropes would pull tight, leaving him stretched out in the centre in agony and completely defenceless. The very idea made blood rush in his ears and a feverish heat pulsed from his skin.

The rough scratching in his ankles stopped. It was about to happen, Kakuzu's eyes bore down into his and he saw something flicker there, murderous intent. He was drawn to those eyes like a moth to a flame, and he was taken into them as the torture began.

Kakuzu grunted in effort as he convinced the old rusty wheels to turn, thinking it would be much quicker to just stick a knife in the bastard. This was all Hidan's idea! The cogs and chains squeaked into life again and gradually the ropes holding the Jashin worshipper tightened. It occurred to Hidan as he lay there that his joints may be pulled out of their sockets, creating a whole new type of pain he hadn't even touched on before. His eyelids fluttered – battling consciousness, but the growing hurt was waking him as if from a deep sleep. His skin on his chest felt as though it was on fire, and the position he was in was opening up the wounds deliciously. He was sure he felt warm blood slipping down his sides, and threw his silver haired head back in bliss. In fact it was Kakuzu, driven nearly over the edge by the fucking uke – ness of his partner, licking slowly around the edges of the stab wound. The slippery muscle found its way through the blood and torn flesh, pushing further in twisting sensually...

"Ku-kakuzu...no!" Hidan was rambling with his pink eyes closed and his arms stretched over his head. His skin was pale but tormented with scratches and stab wounds. The pain was releasing adrenalin into his system and he must have been getting off on that because he carried on crying out to his god first, and then to his lover. Kakuzu could take it no more, he parted his bloody lips and took the broken strips of flesh into his mouth, tearing and biting slightly. His purple fingernails gripped and clamped on the lever that would force the ropes tighter still.

Another terrible anguished moan burst from Hidan's dry lips. His arms and legs were stretched as far as possible by now, something had to give. His eyes were once more shining with tears, of joy or sorrow no one could ever tell. Kakuzu raised his head, blood circled his mouth and dripped from his chin and his hands roamed Hidan's exposed chest. He knew what he wanted, but he would prolong this moment for as long as he could. Prolong the hurt and put off the moment when they would both, surely, have to give in to the delectable punishment. He trailed crimson droplets down the milky white skin which was infuriatingly, rapably soft, and yearned to wrench that metal bar around. He ached for the cracking of bones and Hidan's yells of brutal agony. He could hear it already, it was happening already. Hidan's eyes were widening in shock and his teeth were bared, offering himself up. The ropes were creaking and the bones were snapping. Hidan was screaming and blood was flowing thick and dark.

Kakuzu let go. The ropes finally stopped pulling and he climbed atop the shaken priest, one knee either side soaking up his blood. Their eyes met, the green gaze mad and crazed with lust, the purple eyes containing nothing but contentment and thrill. Kakuzu's hands dragged across the other mans face and across his arm. Two dislocated shoulders, a broken wrist... his hands slid further down, earning an impatient moan from above. The two stab wounds were healing rapidly, but on the way past he was sure to dig his nails in just enough for Hidan to feel it, and know he wasn't finished yet. Further inspection confirmed that though his crown jewels were indeed fine, Hidan had two matching dislocated knees and a fractured ankle, which Kakuzu punched with menace.

"Ka...kuzu? ah.., you can...stop-now" he whispered. His chest was heaving and his cheeks were flushed with red. His skin was hot to the touch but something remained hidden within that smile.

"I know what you want, Hidan" he growled and narrowed his eyes, "do you want this?" he extended two thick tentacles which wrapped lightly around Hidan's delicate neck

"god yes!" he choked

"do you want this?" Kakuzu asked, lowering his right hand inside Hidan's pants

"fuck ...yes!!" he gasped,

"but do you really want...this" Kakuzu cut the ropes holding the other mans broken legs and raised them, bending Hidan's knees over his own shoulders.

"OhgodohJashin noplease no! YES!" he blurted in confusion, the pleasures and the pains mixing together until once again he wasn't sure whether he was coming or...dying. Kakuzu grabbed his ankles and forced them wide apart, leaving Hidan's back door wide open.

"Ready?"

"No!"

"Great!" he bellowed and thrust his hips forwards with the speed of a bullet train, and all the tenderness of jack the ripper. Due to his size and Hidan's tightness, there wasn't much pleasure to be had at first. Just pain, blood, and a rhythm. But who needed anything other than that? Though concentrating mostly at fulfilling his own needs, he spared a moment to focus chakra on the cords that Hidan enjoyed so much around that throat of his. Squeezing the air out of him – at least he would be quiet... The rhythm continued, time after time Kakuzu hit that tiny pocket of nerves deep within, sending shockwaves of raw pleasure through his lover and himself. He felt himself drawling close to the edge again, and just as he was about to peak...

The door crashed open. In came Pein, Kisame, Zetsu and Tobi, dragging a prisoner between the four of them. They stopped dead. Kakuzu halted his relentless pounding and the tentacles relaxed. Free to use his voice again, Hidan let out a heart stopping shriek that broke the silence, then fell to panting and whining softly.

"Kakuzu-san?" Tobi whispered

"Blood..." said Zetsu

"What the fuck have you done in here?" said Pein in a dangerously low whisper. Kisame just sniggered.