Jashin's Child
Chapter 7: Waterfall
Warnings for this chapter: nudity, lime ;)
Dedication: This is once again for my wonderful reviewers! HeartsNaruto, Itachis-Only, New account sign up taken name, reand sesshyrules9108! Thank you for your wonderful comments and sorry for the long wait ^^
A/N: Okay I know... slowest update ever... Sorry :( But not only did I have 4 written exams and am now learning for 3 oral exams, but I also started writing the German version of this story (because a dear friend of mine, who isn't that good in English, wants to read it). So now I'm concentrating on the German version until I have written as much of it as I have of this version (which isn't that much anymore. Only this and the chapter before). Then I'll write simultaneously. I hope you can bear with me ^^; (BUT I WON'T DISCONTINUE THIS STORY! EVER!)
Disclaimer: If, after so many times I told you differently, you still believe that Todesan owns Naruto, then I can't help you…
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Kakuzu's POV:
"This is awesome! I'm gonna go take a bath, seriously!" Hidan exclaimed and with a soft thud let my backpack, which he had been carrying, fall to the floor.
Pulling his robe over his head and wriggling out of the short pants he had been wearing underneath, he ran over to the small water filled basin and, naked as the day he was born, jumped in. And for some reason I couldn't help but stare. His pale, strong body, the way his hair flew around his face when he resurfaced, the orange glow of the torches on his long limbs. Beautiful. At that moment neither his wings nor his claws were visible and as he stood still, grinning and looking over his shoulder to lock eyes with me, he was every bit like a Greek marble Adonis.
Shaking my head I got rid of those thoughts and started to set up a camp for a rest. After the bug attack we hadn't been able to find the sleeping bag under all the rubble, but fortunately I always carried a spare one with me. It hadn't been the first time I lost something in the duration of a fight and a long cold night on the hard floor had taught me to always have spare equipment at hand.
After the spare sleeping bag was laid out I chose what we were to eat before going to sleep. Seeing as there was not much of a selection, I settled for simple bread and cheese. Obviously I had nothing that needed cooking. A fireplace wouldn't be that clever in a cave. Speaking of which, how did these strange torches that light everything work without emitting any smoke? Strange…
A splashing sound brought me from my musings and turning in the noise's direction I froze. Hidan stood in the small lake and cupped some water with his hands, bringing the clear liquid up to splash it against his chest, running his fingers over his body to clean himself. Long pale fingers glided over soft wet skin, a small moan of contentment falling from rose colored lips. A pink tongue darted out from in-between those lips and licked them, his beautiful orbs closing, his head falling back.
The sheer sexiness caused my body to react in a way I never would have thought it would. A hot flush shot to my face, luckily covered by my mask, and my pants became tighter than they should be. I wanted to touch him, feel that marble skin, to bury my nose in his hair and take a deep breath. The memories of the last few days when we would sleep together on the same sleeping bag to keep warm. I could have done so much to him. Could have put my arms around him and pulled up his robe. I could have just taken him from behind and he couldn't have done anything. So why hadn't I?
"Hey Kakuzu!"
His calling my name brought me from my musings and I realized that while zoning out I hadn't seen him leaving the water and coming to stand in front of me. Stark naked. And I couldn't keep my gaze from wandering, taking in his lithe figure, starting at his slightly muscled chest and travelling deeper, deeper, deeper. Past a flat stomach and cute belly button. Until it came to rest on what lay between his legs. My eyes widened and I wanted to reach out and wrap my hand around…
Stop! I couldn't do this. Not to someone like him. An innocent creature who probably never even heard of sex. Someone who lived in a cave their whole life, the only contact with other beings, his victims. Whom he killed and not raped. Whom he believed to bring salvation to by torturing and killing them, as he had repeatedly reminded me of these past days.
Forcing my eyes to look up again, meeting his beautiful pink orbs, I grumbled a short "What?"
"When are we going to continue? Walking I mean?"
His question brought different matters than his, surely virgin, body to mind. What to do next. We had to find a way out of this labyrinth. And soon. There wasn't that much food left and starving definitely wasn't something I wanted to do. There was the possibility of eating the bugs, but consuming those insects didn't sound too appealing. And also, I didn't know whether they were eatable or not. They could be poisonous.
"I think we should stay here for now. Sleep. And then we can continue searching for a way out." I finally answered his question.
Thoughtfully he nodded and then went to the camp I set up, sat down on the sleeping bag and began to sharpen the blades of his scythe with a stone. He was still bare. For a while I watched him, certain places of his body to be exact. The way he moved. A little clumsy, but with some natural grace in his movements. Like a child that had the disposition of becoming a great warrior, but wasn't trained enough to be one yet. Eventually I got up and sat down next to him, studied my own weapon, which needn't be sharpened. Ever. Once in a while I threw little glances in his direction and an idea formed in my head. Maybe I could…
No! I wouldn't! I couldn't! Not only was he male, which actually didn't disturb me as much as it should, but he also was a living being. Not money. Someone who could leave me. Betray me. And I couldn't have that. Didn't know if I'd survive my heart breaking again. Too much had happened in the past. Things I didn't want to repeat themselves.
"I think I'm going to wash…" I finally said and, realizing his short nod, got up.
I headed for a dark part of the cave, one where he wouldn't see me well. Not wanting him to look at me, my body. What life made me. The monster that I am. When I was sure he wouldn't be able to so much as glance I took off my clothes, starting by carefully removing my coat, making sure not to disturb my not yet healed shoulder. When I was done with undressing I washed my clothes and laid them out next to the small lake. Then I got into the water.
It was fresh and cold. The ground was rocky, only a thin layer of mud covering it and filling the occasional disintegration. I liked the rough feel of it, the way the hard material dug into the soles of my feet. Only seldom did I get to be barefoot and being without the confines of my boots for once was relieving. The waterfall caused ripples on the water's surface, the torches' lights making it shine eerily. I submerged in the clear liquid to wash my hair.
I opened my eyes. The surroundings were black, the ground not visible. Only from above an orange glow lighted up my world. My hands raised, combing through my hair, which surrounded my head like ghostly tentacles. When I was finished getting all the dirt out of it I emerged from the water again. Greedily my deprived lungs sucked in oxygen, filled themselves with air.
Casting a look in Hidan's direction, still hidden in the shadows next to the waterfall, I came to see him getting dressed again. It seemed he had eventually decided he didn't want to be naked any longer. A pity actually. I certainly wouldn't have minded watching him longer.
And again there were those thoughts. Thoughts that shouldn't be there. Because I swore to myself not to feel anything for anybody. Because… I couldn't trust him. I couldn't! But why did I want to?
Angry I hit the water, causing it to splash in my face. I shouldn't think about this. Shouldn't care. And so I didn't. Just resumed washing, completely ignoring Hidan. And I didn't realize him looking at me questioningly. And I wasn't glad he couldn't see me in the dark. Of course. Of course not.
After washing up and cleaning my wounds I got out of the water and redressed in my still damp clothes. Then I went over to the sleeping place which was still occupied by the white haired child of Jashin. He had stopped tending to his weapon and was now merely sitting, looking to be deep in thought, taking an occasional bite of the cheese and bread I laid out for us to eat. Sighing heavily I sat down next to him, causing him to startle and jump.
"Damn, Kakuzu! Don't scare me like that!" he gasped, his hand buried in the cloth above his heart.
"I'm sorry…"
I wasn't. Not really. Not with him looking so cute as he did at that very moment. And again my thoughts were wandering in that forbidden direction. But strangely I didn't care anymore. He did look good. There was no denying it. And I had to admit that I was a tiny weensy bit attracted to him. That I did want him beneath me, moaning and writhing as I took him. But it wasn't more than that. I didn't feel more than a certain amount of lust when I saw him. And that was the truth.
A sigh escaped his rose colored lips and he, now finished with eating, laid down on the sleeping bag, muttering a quiet 'Good night.' And then it was silent. Only his breathing, which was slowly becoming deep and even, could be heard. And I looked at him, watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. Ate my own meal. When I had consumed my food I decided it was time for me to sleep as well and took my place next to him, got comfortable and tried to rest.
But sleep wouldn't come. Images kept replaying behind my closed eyes. Hidan naked. His pale skin wet, shimmering in the orange light of the torches. A deep moan falling from his lips. That perfect body of his moving, tensing, writhing. His beautiful pink eyes clouded with lust. And damn… I had a problem.
Knowing I wouldn't get to sleep otherwise I decided to take care of it. Casting a glance at Hidan beside me I made sure he was fast asleep. Wouldn't realize my actions. It looked like it was safe. His eyes were shut, breathing even and face relaxed.
Slowly my hand wandered down, unbuttoned my black army pants and opened the fly. Careful not to wake the one next to me the pants were pulled down and my hand went into my boxers. The fingers enclosed the already hard flesh, lightly applying pressure. A quiet gasp fell from my lips as pleasure, like a lightning bolt, surged through my body.
The flesh was tender and sensitive to the touch, every stroke of my hand bringing me to new heights. It was so long since I last did this! My breathing was labored, skin damp, as the feelings shook me, heat rushing through my veins. I knew I wouldn't last long, knew this would be over soon. But it felt so damn good. And the image of Hidan, the thought that it was his hand and not mine… I couldn't hold back a quiet moan.
Suddenly the white haired next to me sat up, looking around like he was expecting an enemy. And then his head turned, his gaze falling onto me. Noting my slightly sweaty complexion, my hand in my boxers. Confusion. That was definitely confusion on his face.
"Kakuzu… What the fuck are you doing there? Are you sick or what?"
He seemed to be seriously concerned. To not have the slightest clue what I was doing. And somehow it wasn't that bad anymore. Being caught. Maybe I could…
"Do you want me to show you what I'm doing?" I asked, not really thinking as I uttered those words.
A cute red flush settled on his face and he worried his bottom lip, obviously contemplating my offer. Then he slowly nodded. His eyes met mine and the nodding became more enthusiastic. I felt a smirk stretching my hidden lips and anticipation made my heart dance in my chest. I could touch him! Could have my way with him! Well at least a bit. I wouldn't go too far. That would only scare him away. And not only was he a useful companion, but I also wasn't a monster like that. Raping a virgin certainly wasn't on my agenda. And it would be rape. He wouldn't know what was happening to him after all.
My hands pulled up his robe, making sure to brush his skin on the way up, leaving the black garment bunched up on his chest. His skin was soft, silky, as my calloused fingers made contact with his flat stomach, lightly stroking. A shiver coursed through that beautiful body of his and a soft gasp fell from his lips.
Slowly I massaged his stomach, hands wandering down to the light underpants he wore, brushing them off as my fingers found their way to his thighs. I looked up to see his face red, pink eyes wide open in curiosity. My blood was boiling with desire. It would be so easy. So easy to just rip open those toned legs and bury myself in his heat. But I could hold back. Could keep myself together.
Letting my gaze wander down again I moved my hand up, making sure to touch as much of the skin, which seemed to heat up rapidly. His desire rose completely as my fingers made contact with the silky flesh and his breathing sped up, chest rising and falling rapidly. My grip on him was loose as I began to lightly stroke him. His hips moved up to have more contact, his head falling back and a moan leaving his mouth.
Encouraged by his reaction I tightened my hold, now firmly gripping his hot flesh, and fastened my pace. My gaze was glued to his face, his tightly screwed shut eyes, the crimson blush that colored his face, and his mouth, which was slightly open, moans and gasps escaping his throat. His hands were fisting the skins out of which the sleeping bag was made, knuckles turning white with how hard he was gripping it.
He was close, I could see that. And it was only logical that he was with how little experience, I was sure, he had. My own lust rose at seeing him like this, helpless and at my mercy. Trying to get as much pleasure as possible. I bit my bottom lip not to moan myself.
And then he reached his peak, his whole body tensing up for a moment. A loud moan of my name left his mouth and his back arched, his form twitching in pleasure. I nearly came myself watching him.
He relaxed again, lying on the sleeping bag, panting, tired. A thin sheen of sweat covered him, skin slightly red and warm. His pink eyes met mine and it seemed like he wanted to say something, but was too exhausted to create a sound that wasn't gasping. Defeated his eyes closed and within minutes he was asleep. I must have exhausted him.
I sat back and the movement made me aware of my own problem. Now that he was satisfied I could tend to myself again…
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Crap this was bad *headdesk* Certainly not my best lime ^^; Oh well, could also have been worse *whistles and looks at early work*
Anyway! I hope this chapter is to your liking and that you can forgive me my long absence *smiles hopefully*
See ya! *hands out jelly beans and soft drinks*
~Todesan