Chapter Two

Hidan glared at the cock in front of his face. It merely twitched in response.

"Suck it," ordered a voice from above.

"Fuck no!" yelled Hidan, but he didn't take his eyes off it either. He wanted to suck it (not that he would ever admit that to Kakuzu) – the way that proud cock stood tall and monstrous in all its bulging glory just made Hidan want to hold it with two hands and slowly devour it, to bring it down and make it fucking weep for mercy. But he wasn't going to be easy today – he didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction.

"Suck it yourse- mmph!"

Hidan widened his eyes in surprise for a split second, and then proceeded to glare, this time up at Kakuzu's face. Damnit, didn't I just fucking decide I wasn't going to be easy? "I fate foo," he muffled, the hard cock now occupying his mouth.

Kakuzu chuckled, while stroking the back of his partner's head with one hand in a way which could only be described as perverted. With his other hand, he pulled down his face mask, revealing a smirk of amusement. His green and red eyes, on the other hand, read pure lust. Then suddenly, he grasped a fistful of the silver hair and started forcefully pounding the head up and down onto his crotch.

Jashin-damnit, thought Hidan, who was kneeling in front of the bed, in between Kakuzu's legs. His head was being rammed onto Kakuzu's now hard penis at a slow 'Sunday morning' pace, purely controlled by Kakuzu. Hidan's eyes moved up to look at the older man, who had his eyes closed with his head lazily rolled back. He was grunting out short laboured breaths, even drooling slightly from the sides of his stitched mouth. Hidan leered (well, in his mind he did; it wasn't exactly easy for him to make any sort of facial expression with something of that size in his mouth) and decided to use Kakuzu's moment of weakness to his advantage. Putting his skilful and well-practised tongue to use, he sucked like a whore, earning uncharacteristically shaky moans from the man before him.

"-Ohhh..."

Fuck yeah! Hidan mentally high-fived himself for being a fine cocksucker, with Kakuzu's increasingly reckless reactions signalling to Hidan that he was beginning to dominate the show... Or so he thought.

Feeling his desire for Hidan intensify as he progressed towards climax, Kakuzu grabbed the head of silver hair between his legs with both hands, and started thrusting his hips forcefully against it. His pace quickened and became more desperate with each thrust, and soon enough he was pretty much abusing Hidan's face with his crotch.

What the fuck! Thought Hidan, as his control of the whole situation slipped away by the second. He tried pulling away but the grip of Kakuzu's hands on his head was too strong and he was repeatedly rammed in between the stitched legs in a completely careless manner.

"Ftop, Vashin famnit! Fan't fou ve fucking confiverate, fou fickhead!"

Hidan's protests were lost in translation, however. Kakuzu shuddered violently at the feeling of the words vibrating against his sensitive cock, as well as at the thought of Hidan trying to escape from his merciless actions - he was a sadist, after all.

About to reach his peak, Kakuzu continued the thrusting movements of both his hips and Hidan's head, now so intense they caused the bed springs to creak. Still, Kakuzu couldn't get enough. He carried on in near frenzy, pushing harder and harder, faster and faster, trying to achieve a kind of absolute intimacy between his cock and Hidan's hot, hot mouth.

Eventually, the movements were so forceful that his tip was suddenly shoving into the back of Hidan's throat. Hidan gagged, eyes wide, his throat clenching orgasmically against the tip in reflex. Feeling that sudden tight sensation proved to be the last straw for Kakuzu; letting out a deep and long moan, he came, shooting out a long burst of hot seed.

Exhausted, he fell back onto the bed, sweating and panting. When he finally let go of Hidan, the Jashinist collapsed on to the floor, also exhausted. He had managed to wrench his head away at the point of Kakuzu's climax so as not to get cum down his throat, but now had his chest covered in it. Almost a minute passed of the two lying there, neither moving nor speaking, both just trying to recover. Eventually, Hidan stood up. When Kakuzu realised he was not walking towards the bed but towards their bathroom, he asked,

"Where are you going?"

"Where the fuck do you think I'm going? I'm going to wash this stinking shit of me!"

Kakuzu scoffed, knowing this was not true; he knew Hidan found the taste of his cum delicious, even if he would never admit it.

"Cut the crap, we both know you're going in there to lick it off yourself. So just do it in front of me. Show me how much you like the taste of me; how much you want me. Go on, do it." Like the naughty bitch you are.

Kakuzu eyed his partner hungrily, growing hard again at his own idea. Hidan paused, his hand resting on the handle of the bathroom door. That doesn't sound like such a bad idea...I could even put on a sexy show, and I'd have complete control over Ka- Wait. What the hell am I thinking? If I did that, I'd be obeying his perverted order! No! I'm not his fucking slave!

"In your dreams, you son of a bitch!" He stomped angrily into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Though immediately, leaning against the door, he began lapping up the "shit" off his chest.

Kakuzu rolled his eyes before closing them, relaxing into the bed with his hands behind his head. As he relaxed he allowed himself to be turned on by the faint sounds of Hidan licking cum off his body. He chuckled, and patiently awaited his lov- ...his fuck-buddy's return.

"What's with all the fucking flowers?" asked Hidan loudly from the couch. He had been watching TV all morning, unable to move due to the soreness in his ass from last night's numerous "activities". Sasori and Kisame had just walked in, holding large bouquets of flowers; the two Akatsuki had just returned from flower shopping, apparently.

"SHHHHHH!" said Kisame, putting a finger to his lips. "Not so loud!" he whispered, looking around as if his darling Itachi would suddenly return from his current mission and overhear the conversation.

"Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, in case you were unaware," sneered Sasori, knowing that Hidan was, in fact, completely unaware.

"Valentine's day?"

Kisame flung his head back, clutching his big bouquet of roses to his heart in a dramatic manner. "Yes, Valentine's day! The best day of the year! A day of roses, and chocolates, and loving embraces! The one occasion when you are free to express your complete devotion to your partner, and-"

"I know what it is, you dumbass!" Cut off Hidan, feeling exasperated by all the recent lectures by the two closet romantics before him. Well, one more closet than the other anyway.

"But you didn't know it was tomorrow, right?" Sasori snickered spitefully.

"Well, do I look like I celebrate it? I'm not a fucking pansy like you two," glared Hidan. "Anyway, I have more important issues to deal with right now. Like getting Kakuzu to let me top."

Sasori and Kisame looked at each other, an idea sprouting in their minds.

"You know, about that..."

"How about being nice to him tomorrow..."

"Do what he says; give him everything he wants..."

"...so that he'll give in?"

"BE NICE? TO THAT FUCKWIT? HE DOESN'T FUCKING DESERVE NICE!"

"Think about it," Sasori said slowly, as if speaking to a child – something he often found himself wondering if he was since joining the Akatsuki. "You can use Valentine's day to your advantage. If you give him everything he wants, he'll think you're being genuine. Then he'll be satisfied and he'll let you... you know, do what you want to do."

Hidan opened his mouth, about to retaliate by saying that Kakuzu was not that kind of person – he only did shit if there was something in it for him. If Hidan offered to give Kakuzu everything he wanted, the list of possible abuse he could be forced to endure was limitless...

However, a thought crossed his mind: he could use this to his advantage! Instead of being nice – which would never work – he would be fucking ruthless! He would deny Kakuzu sex – make him suffer, make him beg! Yes, this was the perfect plan... but he needed to be subtle; he needed to make himself look indifferent, so that Kakuzu would go crazy...

Sasori and Kisame watched in awe as Hidan walked away, mumbling incoherently to himself with a conniving look on his face. When they heard Hidan's heinous laugh, from down the hallway, they shared the same thought. Yeah, Hidan is definitely beyond this world...

"Sasori danna! We're back... un." All thoughts about Hidan and his problem vanished immediately at the realisation that Deidara and Itachi had returned from their mission. They looked down in horror at the sight of the flowers that they had just bought still in their laps. "Oh, crap..!" They dashed immediately out of the room before their lovers could see their Valentine's Day gifts.

"Danna?" asked Deidara as he walked into the leisure room, confused to find that no one was there. "That's strange; I could have sworn I sensed his chakra in here... un."

"Hn," agreed Itachi, equally puzzled.