Icy midnight wind blew the exhausts fumes from the rooftops, and the cars engines were the only warm part of the night. Heat hazes shimmered above every one of them adding an edge of surrealism to the scene playing out many metres above the city.
"Kisame where the fuck have you been?" Hidan yelled across the stark concrete, "you totally missed the best part of my whole life!"
"No shit, Hidan" Zetsu continued with a look of smugness – his friend had totally forgotten about his beaten and bloody appearance and had started posing on his car for all the world to see. "Not only did you finish the race, your car is one piece and you totally owned Itachi..."
Itachi glared darkly from his car. Well, as darkly as it is possible to glare from a brand spanking new florescent white car. He wasn't taking part in the spirit of the evening and after exchanging a few words he took off into the night. Nobody noticed his departure, he was merely a black cloud hindering their ability to celebrate. For celebrate they must, Hidan hadn't just finished the race. He'd won.
"I fucking rule!" he screamed as Kakuzu jumped down from the jeep he'd hitched a lift in. Kakuzu just smiled and flashed a handful of the money he'd earnt that night.
"Have fun with that" he nodded at the herd of skimpily dressed girls advancing on his friend, "I'll catch you later!" he added then disappeared.
"Kakuzu! Wait! You know I don't-" his sentence was cut off as he tried to fend off a particularly strong bimbo. "Kakuzu! Help!"
But it was too late, his friend had gone inside the car park away from the weather to count his precious money. The celebrations were in full swing on the rooftop, regardless of the police risk and Pein was giving everyone beer from the back of a truck. Even a faint beat of drum n bass could be heard throbbing through the very air itself. Given all of this it was a surprise to see one figure detach himself from the group and steal away into the dark interior. Although given his current state, it was hardly a surprise at all.
One pair of footsteps echoed around the damp concrete prison that was the inside of the car park, Kisame followed them further and further in, wondering where his quarry was headed. He was sure to keep to the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment. Moonlight shone in through a glassless window and illuminated Kakuzu's dark dreadlocks swinging gently, Kisame's heart beat double time. He had to catch up. Now! He kicked of his heavy doc martens to move more stealthily on bare feet, creeping up behind Kakuzu he held both hands a millimetre from the other mans wide back. Just one push, that's all it would take. Just one push and he'd be down, leaving Kisame to crawl on top...and then...and then...
"Evening, Kisame" Kakuzu's gruff voice startled the blue haired man so much he stopped in his tracks.
"...?" he began, shocked at his rapid discovery
"What are you doing down here?" he asked in mock confusion. He began to turn around but before he'd even made it, Kisame's large hands were on his shoulders, overbalancing him and knocking him not onto the floor but into a great stone pillar. He opened his mouth to talk, but a hand was clamped across his lips.
"Shut up!" Kisame grunted, and the second his hand was removed he brought their lips firmly together. The crush of the other body against his felt so good, so tempting. His tongue swept Kakuzu's lips and he noticed with shock that he wasn't pulling away. He was merely standing there, casually, as if he wasn't overpowered - just simply enjoying the sensation. The night and the atmosphere had Kisame's hormones raging, the press of flesh made his skin burn and under Kakuzu's thin shirt he could feel a heart beating fast with lust.
He pulled away for a second, to draw breath and examine the look in Kakuzu's dark eyes. It was unreadable, confusing and suddenly Kisame wondered if he'd made a terrible mistake.
"I think you should go back to the party" Kakuzu muttered his voice low and teasing. He pushed Kisame back almost playfully, yet there was an edge of danger to his tone. Hands caught him around his hips and pulled him into a body that was both strong and powerful,
"I want you" Kisame whispered into the other man's ear, before pulling him into a possessive kiss that left him breathless. The taller man's scent had him ensnared, sweeter than sex and more addictive than any drug in the world. "Kakuzu...I need you..." he all but whined
Their lips brushed, blowing hot air over the skin, Kisame's eyes fluttered closed and his grip tightened on the body he was pressing into the wall. Stealthily his tongue worked its way around the barrier of Kakuzu's hard lips, plunging into warmth within. In an instant he was shoved not unkindly but firmly backwards.
"No" Kakuzu said flatly shaking his head only once then making to leave.
"Why?" Kisame spat, "I want you, let me take you right here, right now! On the floor like animals!"
Kakuzu's expression never changed, his mind was made up, though he wouldn't pass up the chance to have sex, even if it was on the ground. It was just...Kisame wasn't the right man.
"Kisame, I'm in love with someone else. We can't do this, besides dominance is my role." He spoke solemnly, and the blue haired man made no attempt to follow him. There was only room in his heart for one, and that one was Hidan.
When he made it back to the roof, and the fresh night breeze, it was to find that everyone had left. Thank god his ride was still there, parked neatly near the wall. A topless figure lay sprawled on the roof of his car with a hand dangling down past the windows – Hidan.
"Talk of the devil" Kakuzu muttered to himself and offered a silent prayer 'please don't let the annoying bastard be drunk'. As he got closer he saw a faint trail of smoke heading skyward, was the idiot smoking?
"Hidan! Get down offa my roof" he joked, and the platinum haired man turned his head to face him.
"You took your time" he jibed, and his eyes rolled back up towards the stars. He raised the fag to his lips and took a long drag before releasing the smoke into the night. He sighed, "life is good..."
"Since when did you smoke?" Kakuzu asked, baffled and prodded at the army of empty cigarette boxes littering the ground around his car. "Where did you get these from? You better not have spent my money!"
"Nah, Dei-chan's newest client works for some fag making corporation – he got em free but he don't like em. Thought I'd give it a whirl..."
"How many have you...?"
"bah..." Hidan waved a lazy hand and scrutinized the glowing embers on the burning end. Kakuzu sensed what was coming and his fists clenched, damn him if he was going to get turned on here, in this desolate shit hole.
True to his prediction, Hidan spun the cigarette around and pushed the burning end into his chest, letting out a low moan. God damn masochist! Kakuzu pulled him from the roof and shoved him into the car. With a glare that said he enjoyed that a lot more than he let on, Kakuzu hit the car into gear and sped off. He was going to get what he wanted tonight...
The pillows on the bed smelled sweet, an almost cloying aroma left over from when Konan loaded them down with house furniture and lavender bags. Hidan pushed back into them, eyes staring down to the end of his single bed, where Kakuzu was waiting. He lifted his eyes and met the other man's, their gazes locked and Hidan wondered for the first time what surprises tonight would hold.
The springs of the old bed crunched as Kakuzu knelt on the covers, slowly crawling up to where his partner lay. Could they be considered partners? He wondered- they'd only been together once yet the atmosphere in here was skyrocketing towards the sexual. He blinked and caught a flicker of a smile passing across Hidan's lips, he drew closer, towering above the submissive one laying beneath him. Hidan inclined his head, as if to invite Kakuzu closer. His eyes closed delicately when Kakuzu straddled his hips, thighs either side of him spread wide.
"Hell Kakuzu, don't move or I'm done for..." he groaned. It was a devastatingly intimate position, though one which he felt would be a hundred times better without the obvious obstructions. Removing his hands from Hidan's shoulders he quickly undid his jeans, and then his own, slipping the fabric over the side of the bed to lay forgotten on the floor. Before he knew what had hit him, Hidan's mouth was claimed. Hot breath blew across his lips raising goose bumps over his skin, the kiss was deep, invigorating. Kakuzu cupped his chin bringing him closer still and chuckled. It was throaty sound, deep and rumbling and Hidan ached for more, from beneath he took hold of Kakuzu's hands and placed them on his body. He wanted more touch, more intimacy. The next kiss brought a helpless sound of pleasure from his throat, and then Kakuzu's mouth was at his ear...whispering sweet nothings as his hand dipped lower.
Kakuzu shifted temporarily on Hidan's body, creating friction right where it mattered. He gasped in surprise and when his eyes opened blearily it was to find that his partner's underwear had miraculously 'disappeared'. He sucked in a breath, his nose full of the scents of mint...and man. Driven in a panic of desire and want he reached forwards, desperate to grip and feel and take. Kakuzu's erection looked positively painful, all veins and hard, hard flesh, yet simply looking did nothing to contain his demands. He wanted two-hand-touch, he wanted action.
Kakuzu sighed as Hidan's fingers found their target, it had been too long, he stiffened in his lover's hands, and squirmed with pleasure. Beneath him Hidan was battling with his own arousal, he envied Kakuzu's loose boxers and cursed the constricted shorts he was stuck in. He was pushing up against them, the light blue fabric was bulging temptingly and he screwed up his eyes against the pressure. He was eager to be free
"Kakuzu! I- aghh" he grunted as his lover gave a slight thrust and the detestable pants became that much tighter,
"Should have worn something a little more suitable shouldn't you?" he drawled slyly, itching to touch but wanting to string out Hidan's suffering just that bit longer. Knocking Hidan's hot fingers away from him, he gripped himself and began to stroke lovingly up and down. Stuck underneath his partner and unable to satisfy him or himself, Hidan was going spare. He wriggled but that only brought more tantalising chafing. His fists clenched and he bit his lip to stop from screaming, Kakuzu was moaning and his hips were moving. With one hurried buck into his hands he came all over Hidan's stomach whose eyes went wide in shock. His smaller body shock as the waves of his own climax hit him hard. Kakuzu smiled when a guilty dark patch appeared in the shorts they both hated so much.
"I...I'm sorry" Hidan apologised unnecessarily, and his chest heaved as he fought to regain his breath. His lover leaned down over him, fingers sliding in the mess on his chest, to speak one last thing into his ear...
"make love to me..." he whispered almost desperately, and nibbled at the earlobe. Hidan was suddenly baffled, confused even.
"K - Kakuzu we're both men, we can't m-make love?" he stammered and looked up to his eyes. What was he talking about? How could two men make love to each other? It was an impossibility. Kakuzu then smiled his kindest smile, it even reached his eyes, he winked wickedly and dropped his voice lower, "we do it...like this"
In one swift motion he took Hidan by the shoulders and swung him around. Now Kakuzu lay amongst the pillows and blankets, legs apart and with a wicked grin on his face. He radiated heat and power and was feeling extremely selfish. He leaned forwards and snatched Hidan's hand, bringing it to his lips and sucking on two digits. Before Hidan had time to argue he'd taken the hand down- nearly crushing it in his haste – and let it hover at his entrance.
"This is how we make love, Hidan. Don't be afraid" he saw the hint of fear glimmering in those purple eyes and wished for it to go away. Still those pale fingers hovered, not moving away yet not accomplishing anything beyond frustration. Suddenly Hidan's muscles tensed, ready at last, and he slowly pushed inside. Kakuzu groaned deeply and made a strangled sound as Hidan got into his stride and explored him more fully. He whimpered with both pain and satisfaction, but such simple acts had him aching for a release they could not give,
"Hidan...oh God please" he whined throwing his head back, "I want you...inside..." He bucked his hips as if to emphasize the point, but Hidan was a complete newbie.
"I don't know what – there's not enough room – it's not going to fit!" he stammered in fright and removed his glistening fingers.
"Trust me, it will fit" Kakuzu comforted him, "It might be uncomfortable at first but whatever you do don't stop."
Putting complete faith in his friend for the first time ever, he shifted his hips forwards and put Kakuzu's legs either side of him. His throbbing member found the important spot, brushing but not yet penetrating. He looked over his lover, panting and desperate beneath him, the sight worked its magic in his heart and sent butterflies rushing through his stomach – and lower. With a yell he thrusted inside for the first time ever.
"FUCK!" he screamed as he forced all the way in, amazed at how good it felt, amazed at how anything could feel this good without hurting. And yet it was hurting Kakuzu, he could tell by the look on his face. He was gritting his teeth, not enjoying their sex but almost weeping for the release it brought. Hidan began to move harder, faster and deeper, yelping with every thrust and savouring the expressions passing across his lover's face. There was pain there certainly but also satisfaction, then an overwhelming presence of pleasure pushed all other emotions aside.
Hidan leaned over his body with matted hair and glistening skin, a brief lull in the onslaught of lovemaking brought Kakuzu back to earth with a shudder.
"Why have you stopped?" he choked, "carry on! Carry on now!"
Hidan twisted inside and his teeth found Kakuzu's neck, teasing him back into ecstasy, before resuming the relentless pounding. He had lost all control, it was now just a race to the finish. Passion and madness and heat came together into the perfect moment and they both fell screaming over the edge as the waves of climax smacked them.
Laying together on the crumpled sheets they panted for breath, entwined and blissful as they'd never been before. Gradually the night cooled and sleep found them. Curled together flesh on flesh they slept the deep sleep of the truly satisfied. Come morning they awoke in each others arms, just as lovers should.
Late in the day, Kisame, Sasori and Tobi were hanging out at Sasori's garage drinking beer and listening to loud music. Tobi had brought the CD, so hip hop music blared out deafening anyone nearby. The three sat just outside the massive corrugated metal doors on old overstuffed armchairs and were soaking up the sun. Inside the heat was less intense, and the shadows seemed deep compared to the brilliant glare out on the forecourt.
Kakuzu padded softly through the cool interior with no shoes on his feet. He was choosing a new NOS canister for one of his vast collection of cars but couldn't make up his mind without Hidan here. Plus he couldn't very well carry one, after last night he'd developed a kind of...limp. All around him equipment was dumped or discarded. Oil tanks and dismantled gear boxed littered the floor under an old Cadillac, and to his left a pile of tires leaned precariously over a box of brand new racing ECUs. High on the walls a selection of butterfly exhausts gleamed in the afternoon light and beneath them was a great wooden workbench covered in black grease and split differentials. Everything a car could ever want was right here, including a cabinet containing super chargers and turbos. How could he ever make up his mind?
Throwing his hands up in surrender he made his way into the sunlight and grabbed a beer.
"Heard about you and Hidan last night" said Sasori in a low voice and Kakuzu jumped in surprise, spilling warm beer down his shirt,
"What the fuck? How do you know?" he blurted out, nearly slipping off the arm of the battered armchair he was perched on.
"Meh, I know people..." Sasori continued, "It was fucking harsh making him be seme on his first time, man"
"Yeah...I guess" Kakuzu's voice trailed off as he remembered the perfection, the energy... Hidan had claimed him, he knew. There could be no other, and if that was his first time...he could get so much better.
Kakuzu returned from his fantasy just as another car pulled up. He perched on the arm of Tobi's chair and waited for the driver to get out, eager to see who could afford a car like this.
It was a brand new Lotus Elise painted a vibrant red with delicate silver stars decorating the bonnet and trailing across the roof, the door opened and Pein got out wincing slightly.
"New ride?" Sasori asked – interested already
"yeah. Would have been great but Konan chose the paint job. Honestly." He muttered unhappily
"So how are you doing after the accident?" Kisame asked, worried for him after seeing how close he'd come to meeting death face to face.
"I'm cool. Listen, do you guys wanna come round for a BBQ today? Konan's got this new thing about cooking and..." he let the invitation hang.
"Sure. Free food!" Tobi exclaimed delightedly and immediately called Zetsu,
"yeah why not, I'm starved anyway" agreed Sasori, "can Dei-chan come?"
"Everyone's invited, you gotta help me eat up all this damn food; she's gone NUTS!" Pein laughed and jumped back into his car, he rolled back onto the road and revved the engine up, earning appreciative nods. "Anyone want a lift?" he asked
"Yeah, stop off at my place." Kakuzu strode forwards and hoped in the passenger seat, Sasori wolf whistled him goodbye,
"Later, uke" he catcalled and grinned widely,
En route to the basement flat
"Uke?" asked Pein tentatively as they swung round a corner into the run down estate where Kakuzu lived with Hidan, the engine slowed to a drone as he pointed out the grim concrete building the council had the audacity to call a block of flats.
"Oh for gods sake!" he whined, "Does everybody have to know?" he slammed the door open angrily, but the smile on his lips hadn't died. He liked it that everyone knew, they were his friends, they'd understand.
The narrow red door opened with a creak and Hidan stood in the doorway wearing little. As he watched another fleck of paint fell of the door and the place became that much more ragged.
"Kuzu!" Hidan chirped gleefully and Kakuzu winced at the nickname, "glad you're home..." his voice dropped an octave and he stepped further back into the darkness seductively, "maybe we could..."
In the background Pein bibed the horn impatiently, "come on girls, do it at my place if you must!"
Hidan's eyes lit up and Kakuzu smirked.
"So be it..."
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