Woo! Welcome to the second chapter. Many thanks to my brother for all the info on cars, wouldn't have been possible without him! Anyway, enjoy...
Itachi slammed the door of his new ride, hopping into the driver's seat and revving the car to the max before shooting out of the door. He knew a chance when he saw it – how else had he got this far up the ladder of drift fame? Creeping in first gear out of the giant barn doors and round the side of the warehouse he squinted out into the darkness like an animal hunting its prey. His headlights were on beam and it wasn't long before he saw the familiar outline of a man, hunched on the floor, hand over his heart. He wound down the passenger window and called out,
"Hidan! Ride with me"
He looked up from his seat on the cold concrete, pure surprise glittering out of his eyes,
"Itachi-san?" he asked as he took in the details of the beautiful new car. Why was Itachi approaching him? They'd never even spoken before. The cars engine died and the exhaust fumes dispersed into the cool night-time air. Itachi rose from his seat behind the wheel and moved slowly round the car to Hidan, trailing his hand along the bonnet as he walked. What on earth is with this dude? He thought.
"You drove well tonight" he began and the look of confusion on Hidan's face deepened,
"Itachi – I"
The silver haired man suddenly noticed a look in Itachi's eyes he hadn't seen there before, it was a luminescent glimmer, something new. Restless energy stirred within those eyes and Hidan rose warily to his feet. Itachi stepped again, closing the distance between them in one stride and he felt his back press up against the wall, his open wound was stretching painfully and he felt awfully exposed here. Why on earth should he be afraid?
"You don't have a car now do you?" Itachi questioned with a sly look
"Erm no, it was Kakuzu's anyway" he muttered ashamed, but noted the expression of hate that crossed the other man's features at the mention of Kakuzu's name. Alarm bells should have started ringing then, but Hidan was lightheaded after the crash and the brief encounter inside that, in truth, he'd rather not forget about...
The cold corrugated metal was digging into his back, he realised he was shying away from the taller man standing right in front of him, and annoyance welled up inside until he could contain it no more.
"Get the fuck out of my face" he growled and his hands balled into fists
"No" Itachi replied in a low whisper, and his knuckles clashed against the wall either side of Hidan's head. He leaned in further. Their faces were inches apart now, but instead of closing his eyes and accepting his fate Hidan resisted with all his strength.
"What do you think I like you?" he spat, "you delude yourself!" he grabbed Itachi's slim wrists and attempted to push the man off him, but Itachi would not budge
"I don't care what you feel for me, no one can feel anything for a man with no emotions..."
"Piss off you queer!" Hidan insulted him and tried to knee him where it hurt, but before he could inflict any damage of any kind, Itachi had pushed his leg down and was roughly grappling with his flies.
"Don't tell me you don't swing this way, I've seen the way you and 'Kuzu' look at each other. You're only fooling yourself, now hold still. This won't take a second"
"No...Itachi! Please don't" Hidan screamed as he was pushed to his knees in the filthy puddles. The other man's cruel fingers tangled in his hair – keeping him down and tilting his face up to meet him.
"Open wide" he commanded, though there was no real need. When Tobi joked that guys with big cars were compensating for something – he was close to the truth. Hidan would have sniggered if he were not in such a terrible situation.
"I said open wide!" Itachi grew frustrated and slapped him viciously in the face with his free hand. Hidan yelled in pain and shock and in that brief moment when his moth was open, Itachi seized his chance.
Hidan choked in disgust and shame as Itachi forced himself upon him. Tears rolled unchecked down his pretty face as the Uchiha gasped and cried out above him. His vision blurred as the salty guilt clouded his eyes, but still it did not stop. The pain of his hair being ripped out wasn't a patch on the pain of betrayal closing around his heart. He should have known.
Footsteps approached from around the side, drawn to the sound of muffled sobbing but neither one of them heard. Sasori sped round the corner in a flat out run and stopped dead when he saw what was going on. Itachi was clutching a tortured Hidan close to him, his eyes were closed and Hidan's were leaking salty tears. In a split second decision Sasori charged at the stricken Uchiha and rugby tackled him to the oil covered ground. People mistook him for a pushover because he was gay but Sasori could pack a mean punch, especially when his friends were in danger.
Aiming a powerful right hook at his face, Sasori vowed never to trust this man again. He could hear his friend dissolving into sobs behind him, and laid a fist into Itachi's nose. Blood gushed down over his face and stained his expensive clothes. His shirt was black from dirt now –to match the two black eyes staring up in disbelief from his pale face.
"Never speak to us again!" Sasori spat, "you are vermin, even your name says it!"
With a final Kick in the ribs, the redhead let him scramble to his feet and run. They listened to his heavy footfalls fade into the distance before either said a word. Words would have been almost inappropriate in the situation, so with an arm over his loyal friend's shoulder Hidan limped inside.
The road stretched into the blue distance. The moon hung like an orb in the sky. It was the perfect setting, the perfect night. The chill air brought a mysterious calm after the heat of the party, and the racers leaned into the drift like a tired man leans into sleep. Six cars swept effortlessly through the mountains, headlights brightening the hillside briefly before moving swiftly on. They kept an exact formation, a well practiced dance played out under the stars, and only the stars watched their progress down the meandering hills.
Sasori and Deidara shared the sleek Dodge and yet the redhead was feeling shaken. It seemed near impossible...but an old friend had betrayed him, him and Hidan. His hands clenched on the wheel and he looked in the rear view mirror. That bastard had dared to come on the drift with them, and to make matters worse he'd leant his old car to the man he'd just abused. The very idea was sick. However, he took some comfort in making sure Hidan was not alone – the poor guy was now riding with his best friend Kakuzu. Sasori allowed himself a wry smile – he was almost certain they were becoming more than just friends...but only time would tell.
With a rude bump he was brought back to the present with Deidara whining like a whore in the passenger seat.
"Dei-chan stop it! I'm trying to dr- oh..."
"hmm you like that, Danna? There's more where that came from..." Deidara whispered seductively, leaning in closer and letting his golden bangs tickle his boyfriend's neck.
It was getting harder and harder to steer with this distraction on his right, and colour rose in his cheeks as Deidara placed both hands on his gears and licked his lips,
"De-chan! Do you want us to end up in a ditch?" he gasped and risked a glance sideways, Deidara only grinned wider, showing off his perfect white teeth. Sasori longed just to quit the drive then and there and park up somewhere, but they were right in the middle of the convoy – stopping now would mean a record pile-up. He glared to his right again as Deidara's shirt disappeared onto the backseats, the blonde knelt on his chair, topless and smiling wildly. He put his hands behind his head and relaxed enjoying the ride, and the expression on his partners face.
"You just wait!" Sasori threatened.
Three cars behind them, Hidan struggled with Itachi's old car. It was more than he'd ever had to cope with and Kakuzu was getting on his nerves. He handled all the turns with apparent ease, but the silence between the two of them was an awkward one. Hidan hated driving with passengers, yet almost anyone would have been preferable to him. What happened in the backroom with him didn't mean anything damnit! It was just...just. He shook his head and threw the car violently round the next bend.
"Hey careful!" Kakuzu complained as his dreadlocks swung and hit him in the face, "I don't want another crash tonight...even if you do" he added the last bit as a quiet murmur half hoping Hidan wouldn't hear. All he got in return was a steely glare,
"Shut up and let me drive" Hidan spat with malice and the tires squealed in protest as he navigated a tricky hairpin bend. Kakuzu's eyebrows rose, impressed for once.
"I never see you drift" he said
"That's because one – I can't hardly drive anyway and two- you're always so busy taking fucking bets man! You never even watch me drive your friggin car"
"Oh but I appreciate it all the same, If you do the driving I can do the drinking"
Hidan snorted. In his opinion Kakuzu lived his life all wrong, he drank too much and spent too little. But they'd reached a kind of hate-hate agreement. It worked.
"Hey Kuzu?"
"yeah"
"about the party..."
"I thought you weren't going to talk about that..." Kakuzu asked, confused
"yeah well" Hidan snapped back
"What then?"
"Oh never mind. Mind your own business ok!" he replied and blushed, glad that no one could see him in the dark. A lone light shone between the trees ahead, the mountain road was coming to its end and all that lay ahead was the lake. He imagined the silver moonlight reflecting off the night time ripples, the trees rustling in the faint breeze and the smell of pine. He'd driven this way plenty of times, but never hung around afterwards. Everybody knew post-race time was for lovers. Parked up below the mountain with the adrenaline of the drive pumping through their systems, even a small romantic spark could be re-kindled into a raging inferno.
Being the last in line, when the now second hand jet black Kitano Touge rounded the final bend in the road everybody else was either parking up or clearing out. Zetsu's lime green Lincoln Navigator was disappearing into the distance already, and Itachi's new Mitsubishi Evo wasn't far behind. Love wasn't their bag. Sasori's red Dodge was parked up and heat haze still hung over the engine, the windows were mercifully fogged up but Kakuzu shivered to think what was going on inside. Pein and Konan seemed to feel the same way, and had parked up not far from the waters edge. Kisame's blue Honda was parked centrally; the playa was showing off his latest girlfriend – one in a line of many. Hidan sighed and a slight look of loneliness crossed his face. He waited for Kakuzu to say something, what he expected him to say he didn't know. When nothing came he shrugged and reached for the gearstick – intending to get them home again rather than stay in this place any longer than necessary.
His hand fumbled for the dratted thing in the dark, but found his friends hand blocking him. Glancing sideways in confusion his mouth dropped in surprise.
"Kuzu...what?"
"About the club" he said decisively and met Hidan's eyes slowly. He nodded slightly,
"I-" Hidan began, but words failed him. Kakuzu was suddenly close and the car seemed very small. He closed his eyes as he felt his partner gently caress his neck. He drew in a sharp breath at the touch, which brought out certain reactions in his body he'd rather not be reminded of. Again the green eyed man let him go and backed off yet this time he didn't go far.
"get in the backseat" he commanded
"Wha?" Hidan could not make out the muffled words, Kakuzu always wore a mask over his lower face, who knew what he had to hide but the thing always fucked up his speech. Hidan had never seen him without it. He leaned forwards unconsciously and grazed his lips over where he imagined Kakuzu's to be. It felt slightly strange kissing through the fabric and the prospect of tongues was impossible. Hidan's fingers laced together behind his friends neck and pressed their mouths closer against one another. Two prominent bumps indicated where his lips were, and they moved softly against his as if speaking words he could not hear. He gripped the dark fabric in his hands – desperately wanting to tear it off, but fearing rejection if he tried. Kakuzu spoke.
"I said get in the backseat, uke" this time there was a smile in his eyes, a faint desire rising to the surface. Hidan glared for a minute, then his stubbornness dissolved.
Snug along the seats, he relaxed but didn't dare let his eyelids shut. He kept one purple eye fixed on Kakuzu who was staring at him with a mixture of surprise and respect.
"How long have you felt this way?" he asked quietly
"long enough" Hidan replied, "though I think I've had my fill of waiting..." he fell silent and waited, apprehensive and a little nervous.
He closed his eyes, imagining hands on his throat again, that feeling he needed it again more than he could describe. Yet he didn't have to imagine anymore, Kakuzu was there right in front of him, topless and displaying every one of his battle scars. One hand rested lightly across his collarbone- a promise of fulfilment yet to come, and as he squeezed the deliciously soft skin his other hand dropped slowly at first until it reached the rough material of Hidan's tracksuit pants.
A soft moan escaped his lips as the strong hand tightened on his neck, forcing air out and making his blood pump hotter and faster, Kakuzu's other hand explored deeper, fumbling past obstacles of zips and fabric. At last his hand closed around Hidan, whose eyes sprang wide open showing radical bliss shining amid the violet irises. The longer he gripped the soft flesh of the man's throat with his left hand, the harder Hidan became in his right hand. The position of control overwhelmed him, and he choked unexpectedly feeling his own arousal becoming clear.
"Hidan! Do me a favour would you" he begged of the man writhing under his hands.
"Any...anything...Ku –zu" he gasped
"My p-pants –" he stuttered, but his silver haired lover had already got the message. With a sharp tug the troublesome pants joined his shirt on the floor of Itachi's old car and left him almost bare. Kneeling over Hidan in nothing but a pair of black boxers he felt exposed but more than anything he finally understood what Deidara meant about freedom. He roughly broke the flies on Hidan's trousers and shifted them down along with his boxers in one swift motion, producing a hiss. Bracing himself on the headrest of the front seat and back he lowered his hips onto Hidan's allowing heat to pass from one to the other, then slowly shifting backwards and forwards as Hidan moved his hips up and down.
They gasped for air together and Hidan's knees bent and his legs spread wider – allowing greater access for the man above him. He gripped Kakuzu's waist roughly and guided himself closer, hands shifting only briefly to rip Kakuzu's boxers from him. He was overtaken by lust, its red mist fogged his brain and took control of his muscles and heart. He could only close his eyes as their lips crashed together time and time again and Kakuzu's hand dropped into his unstitched raw wound.
"KAKUZU!" he screamed into the night and panted as fingers pushed around the edges of broken skin. Heat was radiating from him in waves and his chest heaved as he fought for breath. He was bleeding again but it was worth any inconvenience, just for this feeling , this pain to last for ever. A fresh scream broke through him as Kakuzu's nails explored the depths of the wound,
"S –slower!" he panted and the sluggish throbbing of his chest was matched with the intensely steady massaging of his groin. His hands wound in his lovers thick black hair, tugging and pulling as each wave of pleasure hit him.
"Happy now?" Kakuzu asked, and his voice was almost a growl – deepened by sated lust
"Thanks, Ku – Kakuzu..."
The windows were misted up, and the air in the car was hot and stuffy yet neither of them moved. Despite the discomfort they could stay like this forever. The stars in the heavens looked so good tonight, they looked out from under glass as the moon rose higher into the velvety blanket of night. The glare of headlights had long since been extinguished and all that remained was the presence of the other cars, or maybe they weren't there. How long had it been? Kakuzu had lost all sense of time, those violet eyes were a time warp.
He slipped on his pants and drove them home in the early morning. The air was chill against his shoulders and the apartment itself was cold as the grave. No lights shone, and he climbed into his bed with reluctance. Across the room Hidan tried to get warm under the old worn blankets, knowing sleep would not come. He lay perfectly still listening to the sound of Kakuzu's breathing, and idea formed in his mind, a fantasy he'd flirted with for months now. A grin lit up his face,
"Kakuzu? It's cold" he whined in his most annoying voice.
"..." was the non committal reply
Hidan tried again, determined not to be put off "...Kuzu? I'm cold"
"Go on then" the older man sighed, "can't see as it makes any difference"
Hidan leapt out of his bed and skipped across the room, thanking Jashin Sama for finally giving him this. He snuggled down beside Kakuzu and buried his face in his hair. His hands slipped around his friends waist and gently they drifted into sleep.