Moments later, much to Reimei's surprise, Hidan appeared, giving him a sense of hope.
"Reimei… Sasori, you bastard! I'll fuckin' KILL YOU!"
"S—sorry… I really do love you, Reimei…" Sasori climbed off of Reimei's lap, gently patting his thigh. He picked up his jacket off the ground by Reimei and put it back on, zipping it up all the way, before leaning down to pick up Reimei again. "Keep it in your pants this time, okay?"
"That's what I should be telling you," Reimei shot back, thrashing, fighting to be let down again.
"Sasori. Set him the fuck down or I will kill you. I've got him this time. Can't trust you…" The most angelic voice Reimei had ever heard demanded, along with a streak of cursing.
"Fine…" he set down the struggling Reimei, who half-crawled, half-ran to Hidan.
"You all right?" he asked as soon as Reimei was safely in his arms. He really did carry Reimei like that— like a baby. He suddenly realized that Hidan was sweeter than he seemed— and he liked it.
"Yeah… I'm fine."
"Good. Need me to kill that bastard for ya?"
"No… If I want him dead, I can do it."
"If you saw my scythe… Maybe then you'd let me do it?"
"Your… Scythe?" he wondered if Hidan was talking about something else; it seemed the type of thing he would say. And the fact that it hardly made sense just made it more like him.
"Don't be a pervert, Reimei. I use it to sacrifice—or just kill— people."
"Oh… Right."
Hidan could have sworn that he sounded depressed about it.
"So, where are you taking me?"
"The hideout." He kept walking, gripping Reimei slightly tighter, but not to hurt him; to protect him.
"Cool… Hey, thanks for carrying me." Reimei looked up into Hidan's eyes, catching a glimpse of a smile, and eyes filled with warmth and affection, instead of the usual lust for slaughter.
"It's no big deal, I'm pretty strong."
"I like strong guys."
"Really? Damn. I haven't known you long, but I like… Whatever you are." He brushed Reimei's hair out of his eyes with one hand, holding all his weight in the other, fingers gently passing over his cheek. "You're so beautiful, Reimei."
"Thank you…. You're damn sexy too, Hidan."
Hidan stopped walking suddenly, and Reimei looked up, eyes seeming to ask, "Why?"
"We're here."
"Wow…" There was a large building, hidden inside a cave. Reimei saw a few other buildings near the first one— and was that a pool? The water was so… Clear. "This is where I'll live? It's so… Big, and… Beautiful!"
"Want me to take you to your room? Or I can take you to mine, then… When we're done… Show you to your room."
"I'd like to see my room. And since nobody knows where it is, nobody should interrupt…"
"Good idea, but I want to take you to my room. If you know where it is, you can come by and tell me if anyone gives you shit."
"I will."
Hidan pushed the door of the first building open, revealing a long corridor lit entirely by candles placed along the walls, each only a few feet apart. The light put Reimei's mind into a romantic mood— he did that, sometimes— and a memory came up, of Derrik, from a few months ago—
"What is this, Rei?" the harsh voice of his lover spoke.
"Candles… I'm trying to set a mood." It was Derrik's seventeenth birthday, and Reimei had turned all the lights off in his house, lit candles around the room, and lay naked in the bed, which he had moved to face the front door so he would be seen as soon as possible. He also spread rose petals—a cliché, yes, but still kind of romantic— in a path to the bed, then dumped the remainder on the bed with him, and lay waiting for the man he loved. He was just a natural romantic.
"You know I'm not that type of guy. Now come on, roll over." His lover dismissed any idea of romance, and simply stripped, jumping on Reimei, ruining the mood Reimei had so carefully set.
That memory stirred up another, of their last night together, only a few days ago, yet a lifetime away. They were in bed, lying next to each other, Reimei trying to cuddle, even though Derrik had always hated it.
"So, you're really leaving, Rei?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry…"
"We can still keep in touch."
"Its better we didn't."
"Why? You love me."
"Yes, but—"
"But?"
Reimei took a deep breath. "There's someone else."
"What? No— Just get out."
After that, he was forced out of Derrik's house. They hadn't spoken since, and Reimei felt that it would probably be the last time he ever saw him.
"We're here, Reimei." Hidan's voice startled Reimei out of his memories, giving him a much-needed self-esteem boost after the memory of Derrik forcing him out. Granted, it was probably his own fault. But he still felt bad about it, and Derrik probably didn't care or love him in the first place.
"This is my room." Hidan told Reimei, though it was obvious; Hidan was scrawled on the door in messy handwriting, along with Kakuzu in slightly-better writing.
"I just wanted to show you. Now, your room is down the hall, just a few doors away. Go there, get ready, and I'll see you here in a few minutes."
"There's nothing I need to do…"
"I need to get the room ready, damn it!"
"Fine…"
Reimei walked down the hall and found the door with his name written on it. He pushed open the door and saw his room. There was a single bed, a window—with bars— looking towards the pool, and… Not much else. He watched the sunset, though with the bars obstructing his view, it wasn't as pretty as he remembered. As soon as the sun set, he sat on his bed for a few more minutes, then walked to Hidan's room.
"Rei? Just gimmie a minute!" Hidan called from inside the room.
"No! I'm not going to—"
"Just this once!" Hidan pleaded.
"No."
"I'll fuckin' pay ya."
"Augh, fine…"
"Through the window— Go!"
There was a slight struggling sound, then silence. Hidan answered the door casually.
"Who was that?"
"My roommate."
"Okay… So…"
"Come in!" Hidan stepped out of the doorway, revealing a bed—with handcuffs and chains attached to the posts— a few religious-looking candles, a three-pointed scythe, and a few gay porno magazines lay—some open— scattered on the floor. Reimei saw, by the bed on a small shelf, a mostly-empty jar of lubricant, and various exotic lotions and oils, which made him blush— Hidan hardly seemed the type for this; it was something Reimei was into.
"Who are the chains for?" Reimei had a boyfriend once who was into that, but somehow, Reimei always ended up being the one in the chains. He still had marks and scars from the cuffs digging into his skin. During one of those nights, his wrists and ankles would always end up bleeding, distracting him from what was supposed to be pleasure. He also had scars and still-healing cuts on his chest from his lovers; he had them take a knife to his body for a more pleasurable experience for him.
"They're for me." Hidan answered.
"Oh." Reimei didn't try to hide the disappointment. He had imagined Hidan being on top, loving him roughly. He didn't think he would be on top… He wasn't used to it, and it made him nervous.
"What?"
"I want you to be in me, not the other way around."
A perverse smile spread across Hidan's face, a lustful twinkle in his eyes that drove Reimei crazy. "That can be arranged."
He forced Reimei to the bed, a small moan escaping him. He climbed on top of him, then tore Reimei's shirt off, throwing it to the ground, narrowly avoiding the candles. He caught sight of Reimei's scars and gently traced them with his finger, the touch making him barely able to control himself.
"Who did this to you?"
"A few guys, but— but pain gets me off…" he could barely speak, he just wanted Hidan to stop teasing him, regardless of whether he knew what his touch did to him, the thoughts racing in his head, making his heart beat dangerously fast. "Here…" He reached into his back pocket—he didn't want Hidan to; he didn't know what would happen if Hidan grabbed his ass— and pulled out a black pocketknife with white skulls and red X's. It was custom-made, always sharp, and always hungry for Reimei's blood, which he would gladly offer. He flipped the steel blade open and handed it to Hidan—handle first, of course; he knew his etiquette— and Hidan saw quite a bit of dried blood on the blade. Hidan's fingers wrapped around Reimei's.
"Where should I—"
Reimei forced his hips upward, trying not to moan from the friction that created, and did his best to remove his pants. Hidan helped him, since Reimei looked like he couldn't do anything but focus on sex. Once his pants were off (he wasn't wearing boxers) he pointed to a place on his inner thigh. Hidan noticed a tattoo on his other thigh, and realized just how sexy this man was.
"Right about… Here."
Hidan licked his lips, then tightened his grip on the knife, making a shallow cut where Reimei specified.
"Ohh— Ahh— Ah!" Reimei moaned, breathing heavily. Hidan began dragging his tongue down Reimei's completely-named body, just like in his fantasy. Hidan sure knows how to please a man…
"Oh… Hidan…"
His tongue went lower and lower, starting to linger over his body, his hands gripping his legs. He gently licked the blood from the cut he made a few minutes earlier, the sensation burning Reimei, hurting him, yet he couldn't stop moaning. Hidan pushed his tongue in deeper, and Reimei felt like he would black out from the pain.
"Mm— Ngh! Ngh, hurts so good…"
He felt Hidan's warm breath so close to him… It would only take a simple nudge… No…. Not like that.
Hidan stopped suddenly, Reimei's body hating him for depriving him of the pleasure it was feeling a minute ago. "Ng— Hidan— wha—"
Hidan stripped his shirt off, and Reimei tried to help with his pants, but only ended up fumbling with the belt and zipper, making it worse.
"I've got it, Reimei… Just a second…"
He got his pants around his ankles, then kicked them off, the slight wind it created causing the candles to go out. Hidan charged onto the bed, on top of Reimei, and he grabbed the chains at the top of the bed— the ones for his wrists.
"Are you ready, Reimei?"
"Yes, I— I can't wait anymore…"
Hidan gently flipped Reimei over, and he fastened the chains around his wrists. They weren't as tight as he was used to, and prevented him from leaving, but didn't have him scream in pain before Hidan even started. Hidan left the other ones unfastened to Reimei's ankles, partly due to his height; they were made for Hidan, who was considerably taller than the sixteen-year-old. The other reason was comfort. He wanted Reimei to be able to move around, if needed. Hidan positioned himself on top of Reimei's delicate body, and grabbed the lubricant. He applied it, getting Reimei's body ready, and inserted himself into Reimei.
"Ah— Ngh, Hidan…" Reimei writhed in pleasure, arching his back and twisting the sheets in his hands, wanting only more. He cried out, calling his desires, and Hidan went faster, deeper, deeper than any man had ever been before. Hidan grabbed the knife Reimei gave him and cut long gashes into the tender skin on Reimei's back. He cried out from the pain, but when Hidan started licking and sucking the blood, the pain went away replaced by the pleasure he felt earlier when he licked the blood away gently from his thigh. Hidan let go of the knife, then held Reimei to the bed as he thrust roughly inside of him.
"Nh— Reimei, I can't— I'm gonna…" Hidan's body could not contain itself any longer; the pleasure Reimei's body offered was too great. "Nh— Nhh! Ah…" Hidan came, deep inside Reimei's body. He panted, still half-moaning, as he lay beside Reimei, noting one particular detail.
"You're not finished."
"Um— I can…"
"No, not with me here… Hold on a second…" Hidan, still breathing hard, climbed on top of Reimei to get to the chains. He unlocked them, and let Reimei sit up.
"What're you going to— Ah— Ahh!" Hidan spread Reimei's legs apart to give him better access, then lowered his neck, starting to suck Reimei's dick, gagging slightly as it entered his mouth. Damn. "Ah— Hidan…."
Jesus, don't scream so much… Ah well…
"Hi— Hidan… I'm—"
Don't worry about it…
Hidan didn't stop; now, Reimei's satisfaction was more important than his. Once Reimei came (during a deafening scream, no less… It's not like he was a virgin… Maybe he was just a screamer?) Hidan, being a good lover, swallowed. He smiled, then asked, "Better?"
He blushed, looking away from Hidan. He could barely make out the last part of his sentence, which sounded like, "First time."
"What?"
"My— My lovers never gave a shit about me, only themselves, so I've never— not— you know… With another person…" he rambled, embarrassed.
"Well, things change."
"I gue—"
The door swung open. "Reimei?" his brother's voice called frantically.
"Yes?" Reimei answered nervously, trying to hide under the blankets, but Hidan grabbed him by the waist, making him sit up. He was allowed to grab the blanket to cover the lower half of his body, however.
"How come you're not in your room? I was going to say good night, but— OH GOD REIMEI! WHAT THE HELL?" His brother's voice echoed through the room—and probably throughout the hideout, too— which worried Reimei. He'd never seen his brother this angry before.
"Well, we were fucking… Go away, please?" Hidan was trying to be… Sweet? That's what it seemed like to Reimei.
"No!"
"Fine… I'm done with being nice. You know what, Deidara?"Hidan called, stroking Reimei's hair.
"What? What could you possibly—"
"Well…" Hidan smirked. "Your little brother isn't so little."
"What?"
"He's… Bigger."
Deidara gasped, then fainted, falling to the floor with a thud.
"When have you seen my brother's penis?" Reimei asked, turning to Hidan.
"Few years ago."
"What did you two do?" he asked, though he already knew there was only one answer.
"It's in the past. Now… It's late. If my roommate comes back before you leave, he'll see your body and want to sell you into prostitution. So, good night."
"Night, Hidan." Reimei put his pants back on, grabbed his shirt and knife, then walked down the lonely, candle-lit hallway, stepping over his unconscious brother on the way out, and collapsed immediately on his bed, without even pulling the blankets over his body. He was exhausted from the effort he had put in with Hidan.
Hehe… What effort, Reimei? Ah well, next chapter will be better. Let's say… Our (by which I mean my) least-favorite ninja makes an appearance that isn't just me bashing him. Okay, well, it might be… But it's longer than a sentence or two. So anyway, if anyone actually reads this, enjoy.