My Pain is Yours
Author's Note: Warning! There is a lemon in this chapter for those of you want to skip over it or don't feel comfortable reading it. It'll be the first lemon of this story, but definitely not the last—enjoy.
Chapter 14: Do You Need Me?
"Ouch!" Aiko winced, making a sore attempt at wrapping the new bandages around her abdomen in the bathroom.
Layers built up, the folded strips of gauze accumulating to help keep the wound closed. She breathed out a sigh, grateful that it hadn't been too serious; she knew that recovery would come faster depending on the stress her body inhibited. As she continued weaving the bands around, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
I'm looking paler than normal. She stuck out her tongue. And my tongue's white.
Placing her hand atop her stomach, she heard a voracious gurgle erupt from within it and cringed; lack of food was weakening her and throwing her stomach into fits. That bread that she nibbled at earlier already fell prey to her organs and was consumed as soon as it was recognized. Aiko bit down on her lip, another hungry pang jabbing into her.
Glancing back into the mirror, Aiko studied her pallid complexion for a moment, before her stomach's wails finally triumphed; she yielded to her starvation, gathering her leftover bandages and medical equipment into the pouch from whence they came.
Aiko tried to beam cheerfully, but produced an unrecognizable ghost of a weak smile. Her happiness faded with her failed attempt.
Refusing to face the mirror, Aiko eluded her haunting reflection, hazel eyes glazed over with a desiring appetite. Another sigh slipped past her lips, though it evolved into a grasping yawn. She blinked tiredly, rubbing at her emerald and golden orbs, stomach persisting in its prolonged whining. In a way, it kind of reminded her of Hidan.
Aiko laughed lightly. He's always complaining about something, isn't he?
Hearing her laugh sparked a flame of hope as she tossed a look at the mirror; the tiniest of smiles was emerging from the depths of her affliction. Seeing that petite curvature caused her lips to break out into a wider beam; warmth flowing through her heart as she pressed her hands into her chest. The ring on her finger caught a ray of light and glinted, drawing Aiko's attention to it. She stiffened, a discomforting memory stimulated by it.
You warned me not to get too close to the Akatsuki, yet, here I am. Ah, maybe I should've listened to you after all; now look at me. I'm just like them. Just like you. I wonder if we'll see each other in the end, Konan-chan.
"Konan, come here," Pain beckoned with his hand to the blue-haired woman across the room.
But Konan wasn't listening; her mind was elsewhere. She held an illuminated finger to the dichotomy separating her luscious lips, hand pressed against the chilling window glass. For once, she was completely unaware of her lord's calling, ebony orbs void as if to say that she would return whenever her restive psyche would liberate her.
"Konan," Pain repeated, tone sharpening with his narrowing Rinnegan eyes.
Still, he received no response, which agitated him. His eyes gored attentively into her back, firm, forcing out a glare that he hoped would gain her attention. A quiver of longing shook him stiff, this silent rejection driving him towards insanity. What was on her mind that distracted her from him? He was her God, her Yahiko, and her Nagato. She was his angel, his Konan and his reason for all that he did. He flexed his fingers, insensitively sinking his teeth into his lip.
"Konan!" Pain spoke her name brusquely, voice assuming a callous nature, which jarred Konan from her thoughts. In no less than a moment she was at his side, sensing his urgency.
"Yes?" she murmured softly, eyes emitting a sad glow. "Is something wrong?"
Perplexed, the visualized Akatsuki Leader evaded her prying orbs, not understanding her. He hated admitting it, but he never understood her as well as Yahiko. It wasn't fair. Yahiko was her lover, she his. She didn't really belong to him at all, did she? She loved the person whose body he possessed, but not him, not Nagato. An inexplicable feeling squirmed within him and he slammed his fist onto the table, regaining composure by destroying the stress that was swarming over it and devouring it mercilessly. Why was he so angry?
"Pain!" Konan exclaimed, attention focused solely on her lingering companion. He wouldn't return her words and her voice took on a worried pitch as he buried his face in his hands, muttering something about Yahiko. Konan gasped. "What's the matter? Pain? Pain, speak to me, please! Nagato!" She swallowed hard as he lifted his head.
"Konan?"
"Yes?" she clenched her fists, shaken, eyes torn open with concern. "N-Nagato?"
Standing tentatively, Pain dithered, leaning on one leg for a moment before reaching for Konan in the darkness, voice devoid of perception. "Konan, please, come here. I need you to do something for me tonight too, I-," he paused, closing his eyes and holding his head. "-I'm just confused about some things right now. I need you."
Sensing the despairing hint in Pain's voice, Konan nodded, taking a slow step towards him as he reached out and embraced her, holding her body strongly against his. She shut her eyes for a moment, crushed by his overwhelming grip. As she tried to breathe in, her body was constricted by his muscular arms tensing protectively around her. His breath was hot on her forehead, making sweat perspire and run down the back of her neck. Konan's eyelids fluttered.
"Nagato!" Konan strived to find the words to ease his pain, but it seemed it was already dissipating.
"Ah, Konan," Pain loosened his hold, craning his neck down, lips searching for hers. "Kiss me."
Blushing, Konan flinched at his request, but looked up to accept his lips as Pain cradled her in his arms and lowered her onto the table, taking great care not to separate them. He pressed his lips compellingly against hers, straddling her prone body, assaulting her opening mouth, which was searching for air, but denied as his tongue crept past her lips.
Konan lurched forward, back lifting off the table as Pain's tongue caressed her wet cavern, enjoying her taste and taking enough of it in to satisfy his unquenchable craving. Her tongue met his and they coiled around one another as she draped her arms across his neck, bucking her hips into his.
Pain chuckled huskily.
"I'll never get enough of you, Konan."
The dark kunoichi shivered as Pain's clever fingers drifted over her collar, unbuttoning each of the buttons; forging an unbearable tension within her. She tugged helplessly at his cloak, jerking the buttons apart and tearing into him as he shrugged the cloak off. He smiled libidinously at her impatience as her lips eagerly returned to his. Though, he felt her impatience and his length was hardening as she shook her cloak off and wriggled out of her skirt, hooking her ankles around his waist.
Unspoken words were exchanged with actions as Pain too felt his clothing disappearing, Konan engrossing him in lascivious kisses accompanied with searching fingers as she worked her hands around his body to keep his mind occupied while she disposed of his clothing. Though, she soon shuddered as a draft swept up her bare body.
"Nagato!" her hands returned to his neck as he ran his tongue over her lower lip, teasing her with his hands as they worked their way around her back, nearing her breasts.
Playing his fingers over her lacy bra, Pain tormented Konan with knotting anticipation, making her beg and plead with whimpers. His fingers glided over the cup before looping around her back to unhitch the meddlesome article. Konan blinked, hearing the faint click, breath shortening as Pain's fingers were replaced by his wet tongue tracing the outside of the shell.
"Nnn…! D-damn you…!" Konan managed in response to his repartee.
He placed a finger upon Konan's lips, silencing her as his hand trailed back down her neck and to her heaving chest. He removed the bra without hast, Konan's breath hitching as a shudder tickled up her spine, a light breeze wafting over her breasts and causing her taut peak to rise. The gentle wind was soon replaced by Pain's hand as he massaged her breast, gaining insistent squeaks and pants as he began groping her harder. She moaned as his mouth clamped over her opposite breast, obscuring her nipple in his mouth and beginning to suckle.
A pleasure-pain coursed through her as Pain rolled the pearl in his tepid mouth. Konan moaned.
"Don't stop!" Konan pleaded between satisfying moans as Pain played with her breasts.
The furtive Leader guided her nipple between his tongue and teeth, sucking harder, causing Konan to throw her head back, almost into the table. Her trembling hands began searching for Pain's member as she moaned loudly, voice echoing throughout the chamber. She wanted him to endure the same irresistible wonderfulness, the same lustful pining. Searching the body belonging to the figure cloaked in darkness above her, she found what she was searching for and ripped his boxers down, dank hands clasping his length just as he bit down harder.
They moaned in unison and Konan found herself on top of Pain as he rolled over, both of them grabbing for each other and making out with impassioned lust. Soon, they were nothing but a tangled mess of illuminated flesh as the moonlight washed in to bathe their naked figures in elucidation. Breathless, Konan ceased kissing Pain once his lips ventured away from hers.
"Konan," Pain groaned her name as her leg brushed against his erection. "Fuck me."
A smile barely visible in the given light stroked Konan's lips and she replied, "Anything for you, Nagato-kun."
She felt him slide around, trying to get comfortable as she found her back pinned to the stony table again. Pain gripped her thighs, squeezing out a moan from her as he positioned himself on top of her. Konan found his throbbing member and helped to guide it through the passageway to her womanhood. He penetrated her folds and sank deeper into her, causing Konan to jolt at the slightly agonizing intrusion. She reared her hips, grating them against Pain's and groaning as he thrust into her, her moans a sound of incomparable beauty.
"Faster Nagato! Faster! Don't stop! More!"
"K-Konan…ahhh…yes…mmm…"
"Nagato! Nagato! Nagato!"
He hammered into her, their bodies merging long enough for him to ejaculate before he tore out of her, leaving behind tingling sensations. He fell limply beside Konan, his breathing heavy and labored as she panted beside him, dragging her shaking figure to his. Her delicate fingers traced the outline of his flushed face and she smiled weakly. It was evident that whatever she had been contemplating earlier had been cleansed from her mind; however, she felt her consciousness slipping and uttered one last, broken sentence before passing out.
"Ah, you are my Nagato, but…you are my Yahiko too."
Trying to keep from making any noise as she tiptoed down the stairs, Aiko approached the bottom of the stairwell cautiously. Everything was encased in darkness. She allowed her eyes to adjust before taking another step, the imperceptible silence seeping into her. Aiko drew in a deep breath, heart thumping as she entered the kitchen.
Finding the bread she was eating earlier, Aiko ate as much as she needed to be content, satisfying her stomach for a little while, though she was too restless to go to sleep. She inched out of the kitchen and into the living room, stalking quietly through the sea of blackness sweeping around her as she hesitantly explored. It's so quiet.
A demanding voice startled her.
"I thought I heard someone. What are you doing down here, eh?"
Aiko flinched, recognizing the voice. "H-Hidan!"
Whirling around, Aiko found the Jashinist staring at her with amusement, as he flicked on the dim table light, hand propped on his chin as he lay lazily on the couch, spear plunged into his chest. Aiko took a step back as she noticed the blood oozing from the wound and Hidan's completely innocuous expression.
"What are you doing?" Aiko asked, tilting her head to the side.
"A ritual, duh," Hidan replied, arching a silvery eyebrow as he shifted around.
Aiko stared at him, a blush creeping into her cheeks. "Is that for…Jashin-sama?"
Shocked that someone listened to him enough to care about his beliefs, Hidan warily answered, "Yeah, it is. I have to do a ritual in honor of him because it's the end of the month; I have to—wait, why do you care?" Not expecting Hidan to break off his explanation so abruptly, Aiko struggled to find a justification of her own.
"…I was just wondering," she stated evenly after a long pause. Hidan snorted.
"You know, this is the second ritual of mine that you've interrupted."
The brunette's jaw tightened, eyes trailing the ground. Was he mad at her for continually disrupting his 'rituals'? She couldn't discern whether or not he was actually accusing her or just fooling around; though he had stated that last bit with an unusual, straightforward impetuosity. She turned away, murmuring, "Sorry." As she was about to disappear back through the kitchen, Hidan's demanding voice wrenched her back.
"Now where are you going?"
Spinning back to face the frowning Hidan, Aiko noticed him making an attempt at getting up, spilling blood all over the couch. Her lower lip drooped and she dryly muttered, "Kakuzu's really going to kill you for making a mess like that." He flicked his head up to glare at her, raising one eyebrow in a scintillating manner.
"Is that any way to treat the person who saved your life?" Hidan smirked innocently.
"Huh?" Aiko's cheeks went red, throwing her gaze across the room. "I-I didn't need your help!"
Pressing her lips into a thin line, Aiko glowered haughtily into the wall; she didn't actually need him to assist her during the battle with the Biju, did she? No, of course not! She would've found some way out of it on her own. Aiko stubbornly avoided Hidan's amused eyes, rejecting the idea that she needed him, that she needed anyone.
Taking a step in the opposite direction, Aiko made an effort to escape again, when a blood-spattered hand clamped over her wrist, a wry voice saying, "Oh come on now; you and I both know that you needed and wanted my help, eh?"
Aiko denied Hidan the opportunity to be correct again. "No, I didn't need or want your help."
Simpering, violet eyes alight, Hidan scoffed, "You're a mulish little creature, aren't you? Heh, you and I both know that you wouldn't be here without me." He chuckled, knowing that there was no way for Aiko to contradict the truth. His smirk fell to a grimace, however, as Aiko yanked her wrist away from him, keeping her back turned to him.
For a moment, Hidan wasn't sure if she was going to retaliate.
At length, she spoke. "I didn't want or need your help, Hidan…but I willsay this; thank you."
The Jashinist's face went red, startled that he succeeded in getting a 'thank you' out of her; although, he still hadn't won the argument. He snickered, holding his head in his hand and not looking up until Aiko was staring at him. The question of What's so funny? played across her befuddled facial features.
"Admit it," Hidan smirked victoriously. "You needed my help."
"W-what?!" Aiko became more flustered. "I did not!"
"Stop being stubborn; you needed me and you know it."
"I said 'thank you', didn't I?!"
"Yes, but you didn't admit that I was right."
"Th-that's because you're wrong!"
"I'm not wrong, you are."
"Stop saying that!"
Hidan's smirk spread. "Make me."
Angrily facing the flustering Jashinist, Aiko looked to where the spear was in his chest and contemplated ripping it out and stabbing him until he could speak no longer, in which case she would not have to listen to him chortle that she was wrong, but decided against it and came up with a better method.
Roughly grabbing the collar of Hidan's cloak, Aiko pulled him down to her level and kissed his lips.
This shut him up.
When Aiko released him, she wasn't sure who was blushing more but silently spun around on her heel and exited the room, leaving the surprised Hidan behind. He wanted to say something more to her as she stopped in the doorway, but only heard her whisper embarrassedly, "Maybe I did need you."
Hidan was stunned into even more silence, listening to the faint clicking of Aiko's heels until it vanished from earshot. He blinked unbelievingly and shook his head as if to clear it of some puzzling thought, and looked back down at the spear in his chest.
The blood loss must've been getting to him.
Author's Note: Yay! Aiko and Hidan! I am so sorry for the wait, I apologize; it's just that stuff keeps coming up and distracting me from my stories and I have to remember to finish the ones I'm on now before anything else, although I already have plans to write another Hidan/OC with ideas that I was originally going to use for this story but never did.
Actually, I've decided to change a couple things around, so we'll see how that goes.
Thank you to my beloved reviewers again as always, thanks to Cheeky half-demon and yoyshaia-chan—your reviews always put a big smile on my face! =D I would love it if you guys reviewed too, that would make me super-happy! Also, thank you for the Author Alerts, Story Alerts, and Favorites!
See you all next time!
-Aiko of the Akatsuki
