Recurring Nightmares
A/N- Ohai!
Whatt!? An authors note before the chapter!?
But that can only mean...
Yep, that's right, my wonderful amazing awesome bestie Fluffyisemo has returned and brought nosebleeding graphic heaven with her. xD
There were a lot of songs we had in mind for you to listen to this time, but I'm just going to go with 'Freak on a Leash' by Korn, seeing as that's what inspired her.
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Four more days pass by, dragging on in slow monotonous regularity. It was nice, really, but at the same time, he'd become used to all the twists and turns his life had recently taken. The high's and lows of emotions was like being on a rollacoaster, it kept it interesting, made it a challenge. But these doldrums had him wanting to pull out his hair, at least until the sun went down. Then he would lay in bed at night and wonder where the hell time had gone.
He'd started going back to work the day Neji had made his second appearance. He had woken up that morning, surprised to be in a good mood with no recollection of a nightmare, or any dream at all. And in the nights since then he had been spared the torment. Work had gone fairly well, no one really even seemed to notice he'd been gone except his ranking supervisor, who instead of welcoming him back immediatly jumped on his ass about the growing paper mountian on his desk. It was almost as if someone had just rewound, and he was right back where he'd started. It wasn't bad, exactly.. just.. strange. The thought that the world around him had remained perfectly the same while he'd been clinging to sanity while his own little unniverse was tipped completley upside down was admittedly a depressing thought.
Maybe he really could thank the brunette, for coming back to explain, however much of a fiasco it had turned into. It had still been a type of closure, it left no lingering feelings for Jashin to tap into. He hadn't had any uncontrollable urges to kill, there was no nightmares to haunt his sleep... Everything was just so imperfectly normal.
Though, another ritual had made itself a nightly part of his day, one he found himself almost excited to perform. Hidan would show up just after dark, giving Shikamaru just enough time to shower, shave, eat, and relax for an hour after he got home. While it honestly was a bit troublesome that he would look forward to the psycho's arrival, he had pretty well gotten past that. It simply didn't matter anymore, apparently his brain had just given up trying to solve that one. And on the other hand, it helped break the cycle of boring normalcy to see him. When he was around, it helped to remind him that the last couple weeks had actually happened.
Each night Shikamaru and the ever-zealous Hidan would pray and meditate. It really had been a strange feeling at first, not resisting as he had been for so long, but once he stopped and focused, he felt a strange sense of serenity. As if everything were perfect in the world, as if he didn't still have problems to be resolved.
It may very well be a trick, seeing as Jashin wasn't nice, and didn't give without eventually asking in return. But Shikamaru couldn't help but push the thought to the back of his mind and enjoy the moment.
He had not felt this whole and unburdened for nearly two years.
And it was all because of a psychotic cult member reappearing into his life. He almost wanted to laugh about it, though really it was still very serious. When he thought back to the days following Neji's initial dissapearance, and how he'd acted. When he partnered that with what Neji had gone through, and his suspended state of being barely alive... He wondered how it could have ended up any other way.. What would he be doing now if Jashin had not intervened? Would he have succeeded in his goal to make himself some friends? Would he really have been able to move on?
He didn't know if he would have, honestly. The state he had been in, even though it hadn't struck him as to just how stuck in a rut he'd been, most likely would not have been solved just by his own willpower. It took that fight with Hidan to remind that he was not only still alive, but that he wanted to continue being so.
Even so, he still needed to free himself of Jashin, and a part of him knew that the more he kept doing what he was doing right now, the harder it was going to be.
But damn, it just felt so nice.
"You have to hold it like this," Hidan said, drawing Shikamaru from his thoughts and back to his lesson in proper Jashinist etiquette. "With your palm mostly, your fingers are just an extra anchor. " Skillfully he spun the sacrificial daggar in his hand and stretched his arms out with the tip of the weapon pointing to his heart. The position really did look like some sort of biblical stance. "I mean, you ain't gonna fucking be doing it any time soon, but the point is that every little thing has meaning. Which tool you use, how you use it, which part of the body you use it on. You'll know it when you get that far, it makes a difference to use something like this with meaning as opposed to some rusty kitchen knife. They both get the job done, But Jashin appreciates the extra effort..."
"Uh huh..." Shikamaru replied, trying his hardest to recall what they were discussing and why. Apparently it was something to do with sacrificing, though it was probably another one of Hidan's tangents. He often got sidetracked when trying to explain things, it was pretty obvious he'd never taught anyone before.
Hidan saw through his porrly desguised intrest, and the content happiness left him, replaced with the normal irritated demeanor. "Hey if I'm fucking boring you with the talk of our lord and savior feel free to give it a try!" He snapped, extending the weapon to his fellow Jashinist.
Shikamaru huffed a small laugh and quickly snatched the blade from a now surprised Hidan, who immediatly attempted to reclaim it.
"Hey I was fucking joking you retard! You'll kill yourself!" He managed to stach it back after literally having to crawl nearly on top of the Nara. And after only a small widening of violet eyes he pushed himself off and back into his own circle before eyeing his 'student' sideways.
"Are you trying to seduce me here Pineapple head?"
Shikamaru only replied with an eye-roll, amused at the miniture show of humility the zealot had shown. "Sorry sensei, you're being especially boring today." It was touching that hidan was actually concerned about his life.
"HEY! It's not my fucking fault if you.. Wh-hey just shut up!"
Shikamaru did his best impersonation of a Hidan-grin "Flustered? Do I make you that uncomfortable?" He inwardly winced. He wasn't as good at this kind of teasing, it just sounded creepy when he did it.
Hidan's eyes narrowed and he twirled the daggar in his palm, making the scene only slightly more menacing. Shikamaru knew well that when it came to him, Hidan was all bark and no bite. At least he thought he knew, until suddenly he was on the ground with the cold blade pressed to his throat.
Damn! It was just a joke!
He struggled a little bit but before he could even make the thought to send to his limbs for action, Hidan had grabbed both his wrists and pinned them down with his knees.
"Knock it off Hidan." He said, a little angry at himself for the fear in his voice.
Hidan tsk'd and lowered his body further. A jolt of excitement shot through Shikamaru and he mentally kicked himself for it. Really? Was it going to be like this every time they touched?
"Don't get cocky pineapple head. When you get cocky you let your guard down. You still don't fucking know what I'm capable of."
This much was true, every time he turned around Hidan had something new. But in Shikamaru's eyes, that still didn't warrent fear. Hidan wouldn't hurt him, not unless Jashin commanded it. And apparently he favored his new descipel just as well. "Get the hell off me! Jeez you're like a ton of bricks, fatass!" With a little bit of chakra to help, he forced himself into sitting upright, pushing Hidan backward and onto his ass. Shikamaru glared and rubbed at his wrists while Hidan snickered.
"That's a new one, I've never been called fat before, seriously." Hidan cackled, then running his tounge along the edge of the gleaming blade, wiggling his eyebrows.
Shikamaru quickly pushed himself to his feet before he had time to react to the action. Jashin! It pissed him off to no end that Hidan was so good at doing that to him. Fucking asshole. He knew he wanted him and played on the demented side of himself that Jashin had corrupted.
"Awe don't run from your feelings pineapple head." Hidan laughed behind him.
Shika just ignored him, rummaging through the cabinets for something quick and easy to eat. "Just clean up the mess will you?" He pleaded, it was almost like torture to try to decipher Hidan's constant teasing. Did he want him to admit that he felt that way about him? Was he trying to give Shika a hint? But then he'd call him a girl and deny it if it was every brought up, like anytime he showed sensitivity.
Shikamaru himself was past his denial stage. Even Neji could see through him, without really having told him anything. He wouldn't deny it any longer, but that didn't mean he was gonna start picking out curtians with the guy. He was still dangerous, to a degree. He was a pawn in Jashin's plans as much as the Nara himself.
"Tch, it's your apartment. You clean it."
"Hidan.. damn you." He sighed.
All he could really say was thank Jashin tomorrow was Saturday. He'd forgotten how much of a drag it was to try to have a job with the albino idiot around. If Shikamaru was tired and wanted to go to bed, but his guest wasn't. Well, there was no possible way to sleep. Hidan had nearly killed him of a heart attack when he'd come bounding into his bedroom and pouncing onto the bed like a fucking cat two nights ago. They'd had to move the T.V. in there after rearranging the living room to make it easier to get that stupid tarp in and out, and the stupid albino had made himself at home on the bed and turned up some disgustingly morbid horror movie as loud as the volume would go.
Because he refused to surrender his bedroom to the zealot, and because he knew he'd just follow him if he went out and tried to sleep on the couch, Shikamaru had stayed up and watched it with him. Finally he was granted sleep after a stomache-churning two hours.
Honestly he was surprised he hadn't gotten a warning from the complex manager yet. It was almost annoying, really. If they let him get away with this kind of shit then who knows what other people did.
"Nah, been through that before. It's not much fun."
Shikamaru started to smile at this after recalling what he'd said to him before he'd started daydreaming. But he froze as it sank in, wait, what was that supposed to mean?
He dropped the bread on the counter and leaned out of the kitchenette to squint at Hidan, who was observing a bloody handprint on his shirt. "What?"
Hidan looked up, expressionless. "What, what?"
"What'd you say?"
"When?"
"Like two seconds ago!" Shikamaru said stepping fully from the kitchen. "Did you say you'd been damned before?"
Hidan stared at him for a heartbeat before answering. "Yeah. People damn me to hell all the time."
Shikamaru's shoulders slumped. That wasn't what he'd meant. They both knew it, but apparently he'd realized his blunder and didn't want to talk about it.
Shika didn't want to let it go, however. He'd been waiting patiently for four days now for Hidan to get back into one of his talking moods. It wasn't a long time in reality, but it seemed forever in his own mind. "You said a few days ago that you'd tell me more about how you got involved with Jashinism if I worked with you on it."
Hidan didn't answer this time, he only got to his feet and went to get the cleaning supplies, pushing past the Nara uncharacteristically gently. He waited for the silver hair to come back out before tailing him. "Hidan, I just want to know. I'm curious."
"Yeah well that kills cats. And it's none of your damn business anyway. You're doing fine, thanks to me."
You're doing fine... That was a strange response. He wasn't asking for additional help, he was just asking for the sake of knowing. It was driving him crazy. Trying to imagine Hidan as an average person, with a life and maybe a job and a normal lover. And suddenly Jashin decides he would make a great descipel and bam, crazy town.
Shika huffed and pulled the scrubber from Hidan's hands, glaring right back at him when he looked up. "You keep saying you had to do everything on your own, that it took forever to figure out, that it took years and years. You can't be past 30 from the looks of it, and thats at the most. So unless this all happened when you were a toddler, then it doesn't really add up."
Hidan responded with an irritated growl and straightened to his full height, attempting to stare Shikamaru into submission.
Intimidation doesn't work on me Hidan, you should know that from what you did 5 seconds ago.
"Hey if you don't wanna talk about it I can always go ask Itachi.." Shikamaru shrugged, and Hidan's face twisted.
"He hasn't known me long enough to tell you shit."
Shikamaru tried to keep the interest from his features. It was actually pretty easy to get information out of Hidan as long as you knew what buttons to push... just so long as you didn't push too many.
"How old are you exactly?"
Again Hidan was quiet, but it was a thoughtful silence. The way his forehead wrinkled and his eyes darted around the room while not really focusing on anything almost gave Shikamaru the impression that he didn't know. That couldn't be right though... could it? Maybe Shikamaru'd entertained the thought that Hidan could be hundreds of years old, but for it to actually be true... That would probably shred any bit of saniry the Nara had left.
"Hidan..?" he chided, stepping closer with his head tilted ever so slightly. "You don't know how old you are?"
"Shut the hell up I'm thinking!"
...Age was not something that needed this kind of consideration. Sure, maybe a few seconds, even Shikamaru had forgotten his own birthday for half a second before. But this was far too much of a thought process.
"When is your birthday?" He pressed on, but as easily as he could. The crazy man really seemed to be having a hard time with this, in fact it almost looked like it was upsetting him.
"April. I know it's in April. The second I think..."
"You think?"
"Yeah, did I fucking studder? Shit kid, back the fuck off." Hidan's order had only a miniscule amount of force behind it, something that definitly struck the spikey haired Jashinist as strange. Usually he was barking at him like crazy, but this... this was something new. A sore spot it seemed, even moreso than Kakuzu and empathizing with Neji. It was almost like a repressed memory...
Hidan fell onto the couch and leaned his head backward to stare at the ceiling. "Damn, I almost miss how Kakuzu didn't give a shit. You and your fucking questions... they piss me off, seriously."
Shikamaru shifted his weight to one leg and crossed his arms, staring in puzzlement at his... whatever Hidan was to him. Itachi was right, Hidan was impossible to figure out. Every day it seemed he had a surprise in store, every day he threw some new variable into the equation that threw off everything Shika had thought he'd figured out.
It honestly was like he didn't want anyone to know, yet at the same time he was begging everyone to at least try.
Hidan lifted his head and violet eyes focused on the Nara, both questioning and threatening him, daring him to keep digging, to see how far he could make it before he either struck oil or hit a mine.
Should he though? He was curious, yes, but what kind of burdens would he be taking on if he managed to crack the psychos outer shell? There was no telling, absolutly no way to predict. For all he knew he might just break the space-time continuum if he kept this up.
"Hidan.." He finally said, eyeing the spot next to the sprawled out man, who did not give him any sort of acknowledgement that he'd heard, aside from his continued stare. "Tell me."
A silver brow arched in question, but the vulgar mouth remained shut.
"I want to know, and I think you want me to know too." He finally moved to the loveseat and sat cautiously beside the immortal. Not to close to cause discomfort, but not so far away as to make it seem he didn't care.
Hidan only blankly stared for while, an eternity it seemed, though really it was only a couple minutes, if even. He finally sighed quietly and ran a hand through his hair.
"You're too damn nosy..."
Shikamaru almost gave up. He took in the breath to sigh and inwardly crumpled. There was no way Hidan was ever going to tell him, not now, not ever. But he hadn't finished, and the Nara's gaze snapped back into focus as he continued.
"I think you're expecting more than I can give..."
He was going to do it? Spill his beans? Share his story? The spark of childlike excitement that shot though Shikamaru almost made him want to stand up and do a victory dance. He mentally slapped himself, Calm down you're not winning a fucking award here..
Still though, it was like making some kind of huge scientific breakthrough, discovering a new species of dinosaur or cracking the chicken and the egg theory. Okay.. well that last one wasn't science-related... but still.
"I don't... remember a lot. I just remember how it felt. I knew I was dieing, and everything hurt. But not really strong pain, just something that I'd lived with so long that it had become normal..."
Shikamaru listened intently, feeling like a little kid being told a story by his grandfather.
He'd been living in pain for awhile, but that didn't give very much away. He could have been an old man who's body was failing him, or even a child with cancer.
"I was fucking terrified." Hidan said hesitantly, obviously not wanting to admit to it. "I didn't want to die. I can't remember what I even had to live for.. but I felt like I wasn't finished. That this couldn't be the end, that I still had the will to keep fighting but my fucking shitty body was betraying me." His voice had gone soft again, and it only made it pull harder on Shika's heartstrings.
"I don't know what happened. I can't even remember. I kept hearing voices, I think someone was fighting, and everything was so loud and the world was spinning and shaking. I was pissed, pissed beyond any kind of rationalization. But scared, and so confused that it ws just making me even more pissed. Why? Why did I have to die? Why do I have to die with nothing, no legacy, nothing to be remembered by? And I thought to myself... 'I will do anything. Anything at all, if I could just stay alive, keep being a part of this reality."
Shikamaru swallowed audibley, staring intently at Hidan. It probably would have been super creepy if the suddenly somber man were paying attention instead of looking down at his own hands.
"I knew I had more purpose than that. I knew I couldn't let it end this way. I knew somehow without having any reason why that I could not just leave the world like this, a shitty abomination. A sorry excuse for a person."
A pause, a pause so long that for a moment Shikamaru was afraid to even move, thinking Hidan might have forgotten he was there.
"I'm almost positive I had black hair... kinda like yours."
Whoa. There was a mind blower. That explained why he liked Shikamaru better with his hair down, it was sort of a subconcious rendition of a memory he had. Not of someone else that he loved, but of himself, how he had been when he was truely alive. The more Hidan talked about it the more convinced the Nara was that he had died young, possibley even at the age he appears now.
Wow, Hidan really was dead. He was the living dead. He was a zombie. Shikamaru had affections for a zombie. He'd slept with a zombie.
He resisted the urge to shudder, telling himself that he had known this all along. That it shouldn't just now be affecting him, and for him to suddenly be repulsed by Hidan for the fact would not only be really rude and fucked up, but would probably piss him off to the point where he'd either kill him or never talk to him again.
He could live with it, he consoled himself. It would just be something they could tease each other about, now that it was out in the open.
"After that... I'm not really sure. The first whole thing I can remember is trying to figure where I was... I only remember because there was this mirror. It might even have just been a window, but I was so confused and lost and only half-way concious that I remember thinking my reflection was someone else. How fucking dumb is that? I was sitting there fucking crying like a weak little piece of shit, begging for it to tell me what the hell was happening. And I eventually realized what it was, which just made me flip shit. I know I broke it, cause I was looking at the peices on the ground and still thinking it was someone else looking back at me, and I started punching it..."
Shikamaru had heard enough now. He couldn't really take much more. He had wanted to know more, but he couldn't handle this. He couldn't think of Hidan in that way, he couldn't believe the things he was telling him.
He.. he couldn't even imagine how it would feel. It would be like the worst kind of nightmare, one you could never wake up from. Hidan had got what he wanted, he was alive, but at what cost? Being unable to even remember why you wanted to stay alive, having a second chance like that, and not knowing why you had it, or what you were supposed to do with it... It was a miracle he wasn't even more insane than he was.
"I saw my blood, and for some reason it calmed me down. I can't fucking tell you why. It just made me feel better. And I would start purposely making myself bleed, because it was the only thing I understood, even though I didn't. I knew that if I used something sharp and slashed myself with it, that blood would come. And it always did, it never failed."
Again the albino hesitated, sighing deeply. It was an awkward thing for Shikamaru, sitting there while he relived this terrible, fucked up past and didn't seem affected by it. As if it were some fond memory, as if he hadn't been through the worst kind of hell on earth...
Then he sat forward and stretched, and Shikamaru breath whooshed out of him. Oh thanks Jashin... it was over.. Fucking hell, he'd never ask to know more about Hidan ever again.
"After that you can pretty much paraphrase it however you want. Eventually I ended up tasting my blood, and I had a little introductory meeting with Jashin. I stopped hurting myself and started helping him to pass his judgement on others, learning along the way. Fuck, I loved seeing their faces after they thought they killed me. It was the best thing ever, the fucking heathens. I still love it, never gets old. Yours was absolutly priceless, I really thought I was going to have to let you go change your pants."
Shikamaru forced out a weak laugh. He'd honestly thought the same thing. "Yeah, you really got me.."
Hidan grinned at him, already back to his normal self. A fact that Shika was strangely comforted by, the man would bounce right back from anything, it seemed. He really was unbreakable, though one would assume that would be a pretty standard side effect from being immortal. You had no choice but to be emotionally strong... or maybe just dead inside.
"So, pineapple head, did you get your fill or what?"
He felt his mouth open as he tried to reply, but he really couldn't think of any words to describe how he was feeling right now. Did he get his fill? Uh yeah, Hidan probably could have stopped talking after the first five minutes. But that wasn't really what the descipel of the Slaughter God was asking, was it?
He had to be careful how he replied, you always had to be with Hidan, though it was an easy thing to forget. He really hadn't actually answered any of his questions, although now he knew when his birthday was. But at the same time it had shed a vast amount of light on all the aspects that previously had been lost in the darkness. It didn't really help him at all in dealing with anything, but it made him feel better, somehow. It satisfied his curiosity.
"Yeah. That was pretty enlightening."
"You look like you're gonna hurl."
"Uh.. yeah. I might."
"Tch, that wasn't even the worst part. I left out all the gorey stuff. I didn't wanna overload you, cause I'm such a nice guy, ya know."
Shikamaru finally locked eyes with him again, and his unease disappeared almost immediatly. Hidan was smiling, one of his real smiles, but with something else lyeing just under the surface of it.
Was that... was he grateful?
Psh, no way..
Shikamaru sighed, and pushed himself up from the couch. He was hungry still, something that he thought odd for only a moment before pushing the thought away. He took a step to make his way to the kitchen, and only barely managed to contain the humiliating yelp that would have escaped him before he was yanked roughly backward.
He couldn't even process it before for the fourth fucking time his mouth was being attacked in the best possible way. It was all he could focus on, the only thing that existed, that evil tounge and these terrible lips that had tasted the blood of so many victims. Arousal exoloded within him like independence day fireworks and he pushed back, receiving a hungry growl for the effort. He couldn't even think straight, what had he been doing? How had this started? Ohh fuck he didn't know but now that it was it better not end or he was literally going to rip this man's head off with his bare hands.
He was only aware of the slightly demeening way he was draped across Hidan just before they broke apart long enough for the gorgeous demon underneath him to effortlessly drag him into a straddleing position. Shikamaru wasted no time in reuniting their mouths and digging his hands into that soft, silky, silver hair. He nearly moaned in joy when he felt the ponytail being removed from his own.
Yes, oh Jashin, Hidan was serious this time. And there was no Neji to plague him, there was no blood-high to cast that dream-like quality over it. It was going to happen, and even though he was literally scared shitless, it just made it all the more exciting.
It was so fucking good. Hidan's hand had that delicious death grip in his hair, his other arm wrapped around his lower back, his hip in that bruising grasp.
Shikamaru felt like he was suffocating, being held so tightly but yet still not tight enough. Scarcely being able to breathe through every scorching touch of tongue, lips, and teeth. His air literally being stolen from his lungs. His body already shaking in the demons grasp.
His own hands ran down from Hidan's neck, over cotton covered abdominals just to sneek under the material. He scratched the pearly skin lightly, just his nails running up over dangerously hard muscle.
He latched onto Hidan's shoulders with blunt nails when his tongue was assaulted with a viciously hard suck and a nip with teeth. An embarrassing needy sound leaving him causing a smirk to form on the mouth against his lips.
Hidan let go of his hair then and he almost fell backwards from trying to get away from that wicked mouth that was trying to deprive him of oxygen. He was dragged back by Hidan grabbing his shirt, his forehead landing on his own cotton covered hand, panting hotly into the zealots neck.
Hidan's lips were on his collarbone, teeth pulling flesh and scratching up shikamarus bared throat. That vulgar mouth lightly teasing around the Nara's ear, hot breath making a violent shiver run through him.
Fuck, how did Hidan do this to him? He'd barley touched him, his whole body was already set ablaze. He couldn't believe how much passion was in every move the albino made. Even the rough movements felt so fucking good.
Suddenly Hidan's hands were pushing him up,making him kneel over him. His shirt was being pulled up and without a second thought, Shikamaru took it from the elder Jashinists grasp, pulled it off himself and tossed it away from them.
His hair fell into his eyes as he focused his attention back on Hidan who was running the tip of his tongue along his pant line. A shallow hiss left the Nara's lips as his flesh was taken between teeth and abused with bruising suction. His hands were tangled in both Hidan's hair and shirt as shallow pants left his bruised lips.
Was every time going to be like this? That glorious, hellish mouth torturing him into submission. The fear of not knowing what Hidan was going to do to him; the excitement of wanting him to do everything and more.
He let his eyes fall shut and a his head fall back as Hidan continued to suck hickeys into his flesh. A deep raspy sound pulled from the dark haired man as he has brutaly bitten. The wicked, slick lips slid up his abdomen from his lower stomach and his hands were ceased and held behind his back.
When Hidan finally raised his vision, the Hellfire was back in his eyes and that smirking mouth was smeared in a tiny amount of blood.
Shikamarus libido lurched and he violently pulled his hands from the zealots hold and grabbed onto the back of his neck, bringing their mouths harshly back into contact.
The metallic taste mixing with Hidan literally made his senses spin. Shikamaru boldly reached down and harshly squeezed the girth held captive in the elder Jashinists jeans, ripping a low groan from the mouth that he was still plundering.
Shika hungrily pushed his hips into Hidan's and moved his mouth to the demons ear. "You make me so crazy", his voice so breathless and husky it sounded foreign to his own ears.
He was suddenly slammed sideways, his back meeting the plush surface of the love seat. And an all to fimilar wait settled onto him, scorching violet starting right into his soul.
"You're making it really hard for me not to hurt you.." Hidan's voice was so raw and he punctuated his statement with a rough press of hips into shikamaru. As soon as the action was done shikamarus hands were harshly pulling the cotton shirt from Hidan and tossing it. His legs locked around the strong pelvis that was rocking against him in slow hard pistons.
The flesh of his neck was attacked again, teeth violently sinking into his skin and he yelled in a half pained half ecstatic scream. His eyes falling shut
He was so hard it hurt, he couldn't fucking breathe, his body was on the verge of terror at the ferocity of Hidan's actions. But, he wanted it, he wanted it so fucking much. His hair was fisted to the point of violent pleasure.
He squeezed his eyes even tighter shut as they began to sting, desperate not to let his tears fall. He felt Hidan practically rip the denim he was wearing open and slip them down over his hips and onto his upper thighs. Hidan sat up then and Shika released the grip of his legs around beast so he could undo his own jeans.
The Nara released a shaky breath and pulled the rest of his clothing off. He was dragged into hidan again, burning, hot flesh meeting with no barrier and a half yell left him. His eyes opened and he watched Hidan sensualy lick the naras blood from his lips. Abruply Hidan's chakra surged fiercely.
A beat.
Shikamaru stared half in horror and half in utter awe as Hidan's body began to turn ebony. The stark white skeletal visual appearing against black.
His whole body shuddered. He vaguely recalled the fear he'd felt the first time seeing Hidan like this. But it was hurriedly pushed away by arousal.
Hidans hands were roughly caressing his flesh pressing down into shikamaru in a tight, heavy roll of those dangerous hips. He was ceased then and pulled onto his knees, into the older mans lap. The tainted with black, muscled skin of his biceps was held in a death grip by the Nara.
Hidans hands moved to firmly hold his ass cheeks and his slick cock ferociously dragged against Shika's crack.
"Oh Jashin..." his voice a muffled whimper, the naras face pressed tightly into the demons neck. His own cock was trapped between their bodies. Precum making the controled rocking of his hips slick.
He was going to loose his fucking mind. Hidan was still teasing him, tortuous slow, hard friction against his entrance. It was too much. He was about to explode and they hadn't even really started yet.
He straightened up then and tangled his fingers into silver, pulling Hidan's head back and locking eyes with burning amethyst.
He reached behind himself then and took hold of Hidan's heavy cock, quickly stroking it to spread the precum leaking from the beautifully demonic being.
He leaned back into the zealot again, eyes falling shut as a shaky breath left his mouth. The nara rested his forehead against Hidan's temple. He then felt blunt, hard pressure on his entrance.
His arms wrapped around Hidan's back as he desperately tried to will his body to relax.
Fuck, this was gunna hurt
Light, feathery breath tickling his ear made him quake. "Embrace it", Hidan's voice was enough to make an angel fall from grace. How could Hidan be so brutally gentle, so fierce and yet so loving in every touch. It made his heart hammer.
Shikamaru was suddenly hyper aware of the connection between them. The ritualistic quality of the whole situation. No wonder his body was so overloaded by heady arousal, he could feel everything. It was enough to raise goose bumps on his overheated skin.
Hidan pulled him down onto him slowy, tortuously, agonizingly slow. The stretch of his insides being filled so wholly, shook him to the very core.
It hurt so terribly, so gloriously. He could feel how Hidan felt. Every single tiny moment made sparks dance behind his eyelids.
Shikamarus fingernails had carved themselves into the black skin of the elder Jashinists back, biting crescents into chorded muscle.
When Hidan couldn't connect them any closer he stopped pushing and shika let out a broken sob. It was so deep. So fucking deep, ever fiber of his being vibrating in malicious ecstasy.
The rocking started slowly, a ripping, agonizing pull and push of beautiful, welcomed pain. So good, it was so fucking unbelievably heavenly.
Shikamaru felt a sharp slap to his ass and a brutal grab and he was being stabbed into. Hard, and still agonizingly slow. Rough hands moving over his abused, trembling body.
Shikamaru realized then how completely and utterly perfect he felt in this moment. That beautiful serene peacefulness seemed to have them both it its grasp.
The naras lungs burning fiercely as he desperately seeked the oxygen that he just couldn't seem to keep in his lungs. Hidan's mouth was over his in a second and deliciously fucking his mouth with that wicked tongue.
Shikamaru started pushing down onto that hellacious cock that was ripping him in two and holding him grounded all at once.
His mouth was released and he watched in a lusty haze as the hellions blood covered hand reached for his bleeding hip and smeared the crimson violently across his torso.
They locked murky, hungry eyes and the pace doubled immediately. Shikamaru screamed. Head thrown back as his inside were filled over, and over, and over.
Hidan's own breath was hitching as they both fought for release. With a deep growl Hidan's scarlet stained, slick hand grasped and start stroking the shadow users over sensitive tool.
"Hida-Hidan...", there was no power behind his hissing whisper. The deep heat inside him was coiling like a deadly spring in his stomach, threatening to rip his soul from his body. Shikamaru was openly sobbing now. The tears finally falling from damp lashes and his entire body locked up.
All it took was Hidan vile mouth biting into the junction of shoulder and throat and he was coming. His body seized violently and causing the demon to spill and bath his inside in silky, molten fire. His own release flying up and roping onto both off them.
The dizziness came then and his whole body went limp and Hidan finished using him. His ears rang and he desperately attempted to regain his harsh panting, eyes watching in wonder as the onyx faded and left Hidan's flesh completely.
Eyes slipped closed and his body betrayed him. Hidan moved them to were they were both settled into the loveseat. The last thing he registered before the darkness took him was a tired, warm chuckle and nip to his earlobe.
A/N-
APPLAUSE! SO MUCH APPLAUSE!
No seriously Fluff, I bequeath to you this 'Best Yaoi Scene EVAR' Award, and those of you who agree, let her know. Seriously.
Words can't even explain.
DISCLAIMER: Wierdo and Fluffy are not responsible for any injury and/or death caused from severe bleeding of the nostrils.
Ahem, anyway, unfortunatly that's going to be the last of these. I figured 'Hey, why the hell not give you all one more before shit starts hitting the fan?' And lemme tell you, I'm glad I did.
Fluffy is glad too. :)
Also, I feel that for the sake of anyone I haven't personally PM'd, I need to give you a small spoiler so that you don't stop reading. You have not seen the last of Neji, It would make absolutley NO sense to suddenly remove him from the story after being such a giant part of the plot.
So, with that said, I've also decided that the theme song for the HidaxShikaxNeji triangle of love/hate in this fic is 'Try' by Pink. Haven't heard it? Go listen. It's so fucking perfectly fitting that it almost pisses me off.
Alright, forgive all typos again! I promise I'm working on them... And with that I say farewell until the next chapter, and remind you all that I love you for reading, but I would love you more if you REVIEW!