A/N-
I'm not good at having a popular story.
I feel bad for lashing out last chapter. I got a decent amount of sleep and crawled half-way out of this grumpy fucking fog I've been in recently with the help of my dearest friend. Kersty, I shouldn't have attacked you like that, though I'm not going to apologize because what you said really was inappropriate and you have to admit, a little bit rude. I over-reacted because I was frustrated, and yes, a little butt-hurt.
The last chapter was really dissapointing to me, There were so damn many typos and it felt terribley bland and impersonal when I read back through it yesterday. I feel bad for that, but I'm honestly trying. In fact I deleted most of it and re-wrote it before I posted it for good, it was even more terrible before. So forgive me for that shoddy work, I'll do my best to make up for it with this one...
Anyway, So here's the chapter you've all been waiting for! It only took me two days to do it, surprisingly! I really racked my brain and forced myself to get out of my comfort zone, so hopefully it won't dissapoint. If it does, I'm truely sorry. T-T
FOLLOW YOUR ARROW
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This is different.
It was a good thing they were alone, is all he could fucking say, and even so he was still kind of embarrassed, straddled like a fucking woman on his boss as he was. Hidan San was perfectly open-minded, except when it came to demeaning things like this. He wasn't like Itachi, he was a man, he acted like a man, usually. Right now... well... he couldn't help himself.
It hadn't started like this, it had started out in far more awkward of a position. Kind of like that very first kiss back in the Kitchen at the 4H building. But it was different. He'd been sitting beside Kakuzu, turned halfway on that fancy black leather couch, just stareing at the man before him. He sat with his right ankle propped on his left knee, right arm on the armrest, knuckles pressed against his cheek though he wasn't really leaning on him. Sitting there so casually in those casual clothes with his hair wet and hanging down like that, making soft waves on the wet cotton of his shirt, now a charcoal-ey buttonup.
And Kakuzu stared back at him. Fuck, he'd give anything to know what the hell was going through that old bastards mind. He loved that he couldn't seem to read him, that no one could, not even Itachi. He loved it and he hated it. He was sitting there stareing, perfectly non-chalant in his own home despite Hidan sucessfully making the man not only spit out his coffee in humiliation and surprise, but making him laugh almost directly after as well. He was acting so wierd, so incredibly fucking wierd. Not just now but ever since the park. But he didn't mind it so much, because he was still being normal enough. And even though he was dissapointed he wasn't able to see any deeper into the man from the place he called home, he supposed this kind of behavior was sort of doing the job for him.
He was power, he was control, He's also just as human as Hidan or anyone else. And that random thought spiking through his head had finally given him the courage to stop being a bitch, push forward and practically crawl on top of the man.
This is really different.
It had always been different, kissing Kakuzu. For all the obvious reasons as well as the basic, carnal ones. The fact was that they'd never done anything while completley in control of their thoughts and actions, and while it honestly didn't last for long, it was nice. It was different, and somehow was far more significant than any of the one-night-stands or makeout sessions he'd ever had with any of the previous men and women he'd ever been with.
He first just twisted on the seat, scooted closer, and tentativley brought their mouths together. Maybe it wasn't a date, but the best times on the best of relationships didn't usually happen on a stupid date anyway. And he stuck with what he'd said earlier, they were both too old for dating. It made what they had sound stupid, just like kissing. 'Face battleing' was far more appropriate for what they did, except for the few moments.
He expected the man to push him away, or lean back, but he didn't move, he didn't even tense up. He remained where he was, the only movement was after an excruciatingly long 2 seconds of staying there in that position with their lips, not even open, pressed together. Finally Kakuzu raised his coffee-colored hands and leaned into it, wrapping one arm around the small of Hidan's back and the other around the back of his head.
And using that rediculous strength, in one smooth movement he shifted the smaller man onto his lap, simultaneously forcing his tounge into the mouth against his.
-o-
The fact of the matter was that two people could only stay in such a state of sexual tension between each other for so long until the desire was too great to handle.
Seeing Hidan standing there in the rain was what had done it, he thought. He didn't have any intention at all of things playing out the way they did when he'd stopped and gone to talk with Hidan, or maybe he did. He wasn't really sure, but for once, being uncertian was okay. It was always like that with Hidan, there was no way of knowing what the little idiot would do or say, the fact only made stronger by the entire journey from the park here to his home.
The teasing, the subdued blushing, lashing out one moment only to become introverted and thoughtful the next moment. On anyone else it would be unbearable. But with Hidan... it was just natural... interesting. Everything he did, everything he said, like some puzzle to figure out even when he was making perfect sense. Surprises in every second, even when there were none.
Kakuzu had never felt one way or the other about rain, but for some reason he'd decided at that moment that he liked it too, simply because that Uchiha boy had said that Hidan liked it, simply because they'd been standing there in it together, and the infuriating little brat had just looked so... He didn't even know. Like a bloody goddamned angel that for whatever reason, was trapped here on earth. Kakuzu never had a problem appreciating the way certian people looked discreetly in the confines of his own head, though most of the time it was never anything worthy of the stareing he kept finding himself doing to his employee. Hidan in all honesty wasn't even all that incredibly attractive, when he thought about it while alone and away from the boy and able to sort out his thoughts. He was good-looking, but he was lean and somewhat scrawny, in Kakuzu's opinion. His ears were a little on the big side and he had what the kids called a 'lesbian-tongue'. But none of those things he tried to convince himself mattered, ever actually mattered when he found himself in the boy's presence again.
He'd almost let him borrow some of his clothes, his gut had turned over twice when the implication had been set on the table. But that would be too much, he thought. Just having the little brat here in his home still damp with those silver locks all stringy and all over the place was hard enough to deal with. No one ever came over to Kakuzu's house, even Kisame had only been over a few times in all the years he'd lived here, and usually it was only to help him with some form of home maintenence that he couldn't manage to do alone.
This was his domain, his territory, and anyone who found themselves in it took on the new persona of 'prey'. People rarely came to his house, and even rarer than that still did anyone come to his house to become that kind of prey. In fact, Hidan was the very first since he'd lived here. Having Hidan wear his clothes... yes, that would be too much.
The younger man shifted on top of him, attempted to pull his head away, but Kakuzu would not let him. He couldn't if he wanted to, the hunt was over, he'd captured the prey, all that was left was devouring it.
-o-
It was getting kind of hard to breathe. His heart was pounding so goddamned hard he was kind of afraid he might have some sort of attack. His head was swimming, almost like being drunk and stoned at the same just, just the right amount of both, to where you knew what was going on but still weren't in complete control of yourself.
He tried to break away so he could suck in a quick lung-ful of air, but his boss apparently had other ideas. He only forced him closer, the action sending out what little air he had in him whooshing out through his nose in a heated sigh. His own hands had long moved to the base of Kakuzu's neck, fingers snaking through that long fucking hair, not too thick but not thin either. God, there was no way he was as old as everyone said. People nearly 50 didn't look like this, or feel like this.
I really need to breathe though, he thought to himself, using the man's hair as leverage to forcibley break their faces apart, taking a few quick inhales, and then attacking the exposed coffee-colored skin of the neck that presented entire upper-body below him vibrated as Kakuzu let out something between a growl and a moan, and with a grin to himself, Hidan bit hard onto the skin just beneath the man's ear. The old bastard liked it when he fought back, he remembered.
Maybe that was why he liked him... Itachi and Kisame had been talking once on the phone about he and his boss, he'd overheard his roommate saying something about how all the other women that had been hired before Hidan had never stood up to Kakuzu, and when they did they'd just quit for fear of dealing with the repercussions of the action. The zealot had almost walked out of there, but not because he was afraid of Kakuzu, because he was embarrassed for his actions. And the Doctor had stopped him...
Is that what this was all about? Hidan actually fought back. Hidan was a challenge. Is that what it was that attracted the old man?
It would make sense. A man with everything, power and influence and control. Someone like that would probably get bored and complacent with their life, and then Hidan the damned zealot came in and continuously challenged and threatened his way of living. Of course he'd be interested. And that was okay, Hidan thought clearly now. They liked each other because they were so drastically different. They were so different, in fact, that they almost made an entire loop and ended on the same page. Similarly seperate.
With a new flash of heat spreading through him at this sudden understanding, he licked a trail up Kakuzu's neck to his earlobe, then nipping at it. His heands released themselves from the chocolate locks to slide over his shoulders and down his broad chest to covene in the center, working to undo that first button which for some reason was being uncooperative, mostly because his fucking fingers were killing him from that goddamn guitar.
-o-
His ear was bitten into shortly after his neck, he grit his teeth to hold back whatever noise it was that wanted to escape, and instead bucked slightly, gripping Hidan's upper Lats as hard as he could and letting his other hand sneak its way beneath the man's jeans and what felt like boxer-briefs, giving a rough squeeze before pulling his hand back out yet still keeping it pressed agasint that smoothh, pale skin as he smoothed it up the pale back.
This was sort of the problem at the moment; Kakuzu was more interested in men than women, yes. That much was true. But it was also true that aside from that one singular fling in college, he'd been with only females. And even despite those, he hadn't had anyone since he moved to this small town.
For the millionth time since this irresistable little imbecile appeared in hs life, Kakuzu didn't really know what he was doing. This was one con to being in control, though if Hidan kept doing what he was doing it would be a fast trip in a different direction. He was managing thus far to keep his head, though it was rediculously exhausting to do so. It was more just to see if he could, a personal challenge to himself. He had no actual reason to, seeing as there was no other human being alive that would dare walk into his house unannounced, or at least none that would survive if they did. And stemming from that was a security that there wouldn't be any interruptions, nor any reason to keep himself in check. It was just after 1 p.m. on a Saturday with the rain pouring as if the floods were upon them. He knew from expierience that once it started, it would not end until it was truely over.
He was soft, Kakuzu noted as he absently watched Hidan struggle with the buttons on his shirt with a small smirk. He remembered women always being soft and warm, But Hidan was too. Except his fingertips, they were a little rough, but he attributed that to the guitar-playing. He remembered Kisame saying something about how his fingertips had felt as if they were actually bleeding when he'd first started playing. He wondered idely if that's why Hidan was having trouble with the buttons.
"Goddammit, I'm about to rip this fucking thing off..." He snarled under his breath, brow furrowed and grimacing in frustration.
I'll kill you if you do. Kakuzu tried to say. The words never broke free though, as his body decided he'd had enough of this restraint nonsense. He couldn't help it, frustrated Hidan was so annoyingly adorable.
With only minimal effort he twisted, tossing Hidan off his lap and onto his back, sprawled across the couch and complaining with his mouth but practically fucking the older man already with the way he was stareing excitedly at him. It took all of two seconds for Kakuzu to lean over him, grab the ends of Hidans shirt and nearly tear it off as he forced it over the compliant man's head and off his body. He had no idea where he tossed it afterward, as he was too busy consuming that annoying mouth.
Fingers started working again immediatly to remove the elder man's shirt, and for a brief second this irritated him. The brat was far too coherant at the moment if he could focus enough to keep trying to do that. He pried Hidan's legs open with his own knee and settled in so that his thigh was snugly against the other man's crotch, using the hand that wasn't holding him hovering over the other to again wrap around the small of the youngers back and draw him into an arch, pushing deeper into the kiss.
Hidan let out a small gasp that morphed into a groan halfway through, and managed to get enough room between them to latch onto the Kakuzu's lower lip and bite down.
-o-
Kakuzu recoiled only slightly, enough to part their mouths again and stare with those eyes that seemed almost stuck in a perpetual glare. Hidan stared up at him, breathing heavily in the little room that Kakuzu's loose hair made around their faces.
He managed to undo two more buttons since being thrown from the man's lap. It was at this point Hidan decided that was as good as it was going to get for the moment and quickly yanked what he could down off of the man's wide shoulders and abandoned it to slide his hand over his Doctor's bare pectorals. Marveling at how rediculously soft his chest hair was, and how it somehow didn't bother him at all. He tried to imagine Kakuzu with his shirt off millions of times, and for whatever reason, maybe his own preferences, he'd never imagined hair. But here it was, making him even sexier despite.
He mumbled something, maybe "Wow." or "Holy shit." He wasn't exactly sure, but whatever it was must've pleased Kakuzu in some way, and he lowered down and started returning the favor to biting and sucking at Hidan's throat, moving down to the hollowed spot and then over to just above his collarbones, digging his fingers into his back.
He heard himself moan, but couldn't focus enough to be embarrassed for it. It was finally happening, yes, Thank you God. He pushed himself against Kakuzu's thigh, grinding against it, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations. His smell, his warm breath against tingling flesh, feeling his way up his chest, over his shoulders, down his sides, around his back. The tensed muscle hovering over him, dominating, pushing back against him.
Fuck. This is heaven.
His hands moved downward again to continue removing the pesky shirt still seperating them, ignoring the blisters that pricked his fingers tips as he unfastened them. Somehow he managed to finish the job, and quickly pushed the fabric off.
Kakuzu's body moved away for a moment to shrug out of it, Hidan propped himself up, too impatient to wait the half-second it would take to be close to him again. His arms wound around again, and he dug his nails into that tanned skin, dragging them down the entire length of his bare back. The doctor growled, shoving his leg forward so forefecully that it actually pushed Hidan up into a normal sitting position, sending sparks of pain and pleasure alike from his neather regions all the way through him.
He inhaled sharpley, lips pulling back over clenched teeth before his eyes centered on the dark nipple directly in front of him. Without hesitation he leaned forward to flick his tongue over it. Kakuzu stiffened, and so he went a step farther to take it between his teeth, hand roaming down to cup at the hard buldge in the elder man's pants and massage it.
-o-
Everything else in the world dissappeared. Fuck his business, fuck his reputation, fuck everything. Especially Hidan. Fuck him, fuck him hard.
As soon as he touched his cock, even with jeans and the underwear seperating it, there was no control anymore. Enough with this fooling around. He heard the loud snarl rip from him, He saw Hidan's eyes go wide with he-didn't-even-care what emotion. His body moved on it's own, grabbing the younger man and shoving him back down to lay flat on his back roughly. He moved back, away from Hidan, then he was standing. Again he grabbed the younger man, ignoring the shout of alarm as he hoisted him up over his shoulder and stormed back to the bedroom.
Leather was so hard to keep clean, after all.
-o-
Hidan was slammed onto the bed, trying to figure out just what the hell had happened. Kakuzu was on him again in a second, prohibiting rational thoughts with a demanding tongue and forceful hands moving him like some sort of manniquen.
Holy shit...
He was pulled to the edge of the bed, tall enough so that as Kakuzu placed himself between Hidan's legs his ass was resting flush against that buldge. The hungry mouth left his and bit hard into his neck, someone moaned like a girl... oh.. that was him.
Kakuzu thrusted, their pants the only seperating their duely rock-hard manhood. Fingers wrapped around the hem of his jeans, tugging them lower on his hips, pulling him closer. He wrapped his hands around the neck above him, hoisting himself up. Their tongues danced with each other briefly again before he was forced back down.
He was trying to keep fighting back, honestly. But it's hard when you're being man-handled by a fucking guy with super-human strength. Everything he did only made Kakuzu's reactions rougher, harder.
"Oh FUCK!" He cried when suddenly there were teeth clamping down on his own nipple, the other one being pinched hard by the Doctor on top of him. He felt himself buck into the other man's groin, then continued doing it after realizing it felt fucking amazing. Kakuzu growl-groaned again and pushed back into him, his hair ghosting across Hidan's bare chest at he attacked the other side of his neck.
He clawed at the broad chest, Finally getting a real moan from the man above him. He pulled away and then his pants were being unbottoned. Excitement coursed through him, and he pushed himself up once the zipper was down, lifting himself off the bed enough for the remainder of his clothes to be easily removed. He somehow managed to note that his shoes were no longer on, and attempted for a fleeting nanosecond to recall when the hell he'd kicked them off before abandoning that quest in order to undo Kakuzu's fly.
-o-
Hidan made the most wonderful sound when Kakuzu halted his efforts and wrapped a hand around the Hidan's exposed appendage and started stroking. A high moan that choked itself off. The younger man seemed to lose control of his muscles temporarily, nearly falling back down onto the bed. Kakuzu caught him and kept him upright, digging his fingers into the man's right shoulder while biting down into the left one, still pumping his hand across the twitching cock.
"God.. Jesus... fucking hell..." Hidan sputtered, throwing his head back, his hands still hooked into the rim of Kakuzu's slacks, clinging for dear life. The Doctor smiled to himself. That's right, I'm your God now.
He let go of Hidan's shoulder now that he could hold himself up, and leaned sideways, yanking open the drawer on his nightstand to fish around for something, anything that was wet and slippery that he could use as lubrication.
He snarled out a swear when nothing came. Of course there was nothing in there, he didn't have sex anymore. But damn it all, that was going to change, right here and now. Unfortunatly that meant he'd have to go to the bathroom... Even though he didn't have to...
He stepped back, receiving a dissapointed hum from Hidan, and took a second to stare at the sweating, panting mess sitting on the edge of his bed, stareing at him with pleading, pigmentless eyes.
He jerked his head toward the door to the hall. "Go find something."
Hidan's face twisted in confusion. "What the fuck is something!?" He all but yelled.
Kakuzu couldn't stop the sneer that fell across his features at seeing the man in such a torturous position. his frustration wasn't adorable anymore, at this point it was dangerously arousing. "Unless you want me to fuck you dry, go find something."
For a second he almost lost it, it wasn't the unbearable desire to do just that that coursed through him just after he said it, it was the fact that Hidan's face shifted into a thoughtful expression, as if considering the idea. He almost did it, he almost dropped his pants right there and did it, but at the last second Hidan finally mumbled out a string of swears and took off to do as he was ordered, and he let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding with a whoosh.
-o-
Fucking asshole. Hidan thought to himself, searching frantically through the man's drawers and medicine cabinet. Making me go get the goddamn lube when we're in his house. Fucking moodkiller.
It killed the mood, yes, but he wasn't about to fuck this up. He was about to fucking explode just at the feeling of someone elses hand on his dick. That hadn't happened for a long fucking time. "Motherfucker!" He snarled as he accidentally tipped over a mostly empty bottle of something and it started a domino effect. This was rediculous. Shaving cream, toothpaste, extra bottles of anti-bacterial handsoap. 'Find something.' He'd said. Easier said than done...
He whirled around, teeth grinding. Shampoo? It's a possiblity, that would burn like a motherfucker though. Hidan wouldn't mind it, but Kakuzu might.
Fuck.
"Gimme a goddamn hand here, Big Guy!" He whisper-growled, running a hand through his hair.
Scanning the room, his prayers were answered. His gaze landed on a bottle of lotion sitting on a shelf over the back of the toilet. feeling like he was in some sort of race against time, he lunged for it, snatched it up and sprinted back to the room.
Random spots on his body were starting to ache. Not so much random spots as much as the spots where Kakuzu had abused him. His nipple kind of felt like it was bleeding, but a quick glance proved that otherwise. He was dissapointed, a little bit of blood would make this perfect, what better lube was there?
This had never happened, he'd been with some crazy fucking chicks, but he'd always been the one getting rough with them while they sat back and had their fucking orgasms. No one had ever gotten mean like this before, he could hardley think straight enough to remember where the room was. He was so fucking horny, he might just die. And fuck it, that would be just fine. That's one hell of a way to go, after all.
He chucked the bottle ahead of him onto the bed and turned to stand in front of Kakuzu in all his nudity, glaring at the older man. "You're an asshole. Take off your goddamn pants." He declared, not waiting for the man to do it himself before he continued unzipping them and began tugging.
He got them down just far enough to expose a happy trail before the elder man sidestepped him, picked him up and quite actually and literally tossed him onto the bed. In a mirror image of before he was grabbed by the hips and yanked back against him, he could only suck in a surprised breathe in the span of time this happened, and suddenly Kakuzu was leaning down over him. "What makes you think I'm finished with you yet." He growled low, then ground his still-clothed crotch into Hidan's exposed one.
He grit his teeth and hissed in another breathe at the rough fabric rubbed against the sensitive area like sandpaper. "You're fucking evil!" He tried to shout. He cringed when it came out as more of a squeal.
It hurt so good. Oh God. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? Kakuzu was going to torture him. He wasn't going to make it through this night.
-o-
The short break had him coming back to his senses, something that was both good an bad. he didn't want to be coherant, he wanted to destroy Hidan... in a good way though. Or mostly good. The way he kept responding to being hurt, the sounds he was making, his heavy breaths, the expressions flashing across his face, he couldn't get enough, it was going to drive him over the edge. But they'd only just begun. He had years of abstinance to make up for here, and he knew his younger lover was enjoying the fuck out of it, protest as he might. The little masochist...
"You're fucking evil!" Hidan cried as he arched his body and clawed at the sheets. Kakuzu only grinned. "You have no idea." He replied, grabbing Hidan by the hips and shoving him forward away from the edge and himself. He snatched up the bottle Hidan had retrieved and emptied some onto his hands without even checking to see what it was. Then he crawled up half-way over Hidan, staring at him with mixed emotion, and forced his legs apart.
"Uhm... this might be a bad time to tell you-OH FUCK!"
One hand around the pale organ, the other one down beneath, cupping the sack with one finger inserted without warning into his hole.
"I know." He said, sneering. He didn't know for sure, but it was easy to assume Hidan had always played the man's role in any other relationships he'd had, despite the gender of the other. Kakuzu had been with only one other man, but Hashirama had been a good teacher, despite the fact that they'd both been heavily inebriated. He still remembered most of it, which was saying a lot, seeing as that had been twenty plus years ago. It wasn't hard to remember though, as it was the best sex he'd ever had.
At least until now.
He stroked Hidan's twitching cock with one hand, as he was rediculously tensed now. Kakuzu was not what most people would consider a good teacher, never had been. He didn't have the patience for anyone who couldn't keep up with him or made him repeat himself. But at the moment he was an especially terrible teacher, as he was just barely hanging onto his self-control with Hidan's virgin ass clenched around his finger. He pushed it in further, his eyes focused completley on watching the delicious expression on the pale man's face.
Hidan squirmed, making noises somewhere between growls and whimpers, Kakuzu's groin burned. He pulled out, getting a sigh from Hidan, only to shove two fingers instead of one back into him. Hidan yelped and bucked, pushing them unintentionally deeper. Gritting his teeth and breathing in slowly and deeply to keep hold of himself, Kakuzu released the pale appendage and starting pumping his free hand, using his other one spread the younger man's legs further, doing his best to find that little bundle of nerves that would leave the man below him begging for more.
-o-
THIS is what it feels like!? Who the fuck enjoys this shit!?
It didn't even hurt that badly, really it only felt like he had to shit. It would have been better if it hurt, at least it would feel good.
He grit his teeth, doing his best to control the faces he knew he was making, the faces he knew Kakuzu was watching intently with that smug fucking smile. Okay... it felt a little good. Dammit, he wasn't exactly sure what it was he'd been expecting it to feel like, but it wasn't this.
That train of thought blew itself completley out of the water when Kakuzu gave a particularly hard thrust into him with his hand. And suddenly he was cast into a state of oblivion. Stars exploded behind his eyes, suddenly closed tightly. His ears rang with what he thought might be his own voice moaning, practically wailing, in ecstasy.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
That was good. Holy shit that was nice. Much closer to what had been expected. Hell, maybe even exceeding it.
His insides stretched as Kakuzu moved those damn fingers around inside him. He tried not to think about the actual action, but failed, finding himself only growing more excited when he did. He was probed, over and over again, not bothering to hold back his cries of pleasure when that sweet spot was prodded roughly over and over again. Spikes of pain ripped through him as his hole was stretched beyond what it ever had been before, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
Oh shit, he was going to...
"Agh, fucking... FUCK!" He shouted, sensations filling him, about to burst, heat and pain and pleasure and heat. Like a tightly coiled spring condesing harder and harder, growing as it did, going to explode, to make him burst into a million pieces. Stop, please stop but OH GOD PLEASE DON'T!
He gripped the fabric beneath him tightly, legs tensing, his body throbbing viciously with his heartbeat. Hold on, keep holding on, don't let go... He was going to die, it was too much, it was far too much but dear fucking Jesus he wanted more.
His breaths came in harsh rasps, in and out. Kakuzu's fingers moved quickly, in and out. He cried out again, he couldn't stop it, fuck, here it comes. No, dammit, It can't be over. His body seized, back arching completley up off the bed. There it is, Yes, yes and no. Fuck. Not yet but YES!
And then suddenly he was empty again, laying there breathing hard with the ecstacy suddenly gone, pulled from him. His eyes snapped open, glaring at a while ceiling for a minute before he jerked his head up to look at Kakuzu in disbelief. You bastard!
-o-
he wanted to torture him, to make him beg for more, but it was too much. There would be more time later on, surely. He had a taste of it now and Hidan would not be going anywhere. He simply couldn't stand it any longer. The beast was back, insatiable and determined not to be contained.
Kakuzu slid off the bed and hurried to let his pants fall down. He grabbed Hidan by the ankles, giving him another sneer at the albino stared back at him as if he'd just brutally murdered someone right there in front of him for stopping when he did, eyes wide, breath audibly whooshing in and out of his lean body. He couldn't let the little masochist go just yet. He wasn't done after all. This was not some experiement, and he had his own carnal desires about to destroy him from inside out.
A little more of the lotion, or that what he was assuming it was, assaulting his nostrils with the scent of lavender as he smeared it directly onto Hidan, who flopped back down as soon as Kakuzu's hands latched onto him again. His own breathing quickened in anticipation as he fondled the man below him, teasing as best he could with the mere thread of sanity he held to.
Say it. He thought in his own mind, licking his lips. Three fingers, he slipped just the tips inside the abused hole now, grinning at the loud hiss elicited from Hidan, gripping at the pale flesh of the inner thighs, digging his nails into it.
No more, he couldn't take any more. But he wanted to hear it. He pushed them all the way in, Hidan yelp-whimpered again, lifting his ass from the bed, pushing harder against him. he leaned down, holding his hand steady, his body weight against it. With a free hand he reached up and held Hidan's jaw, forcing those peony-pink eyes to meet his. His gut lurched again at the desperation in them.
"Say it." He said, out loud this time.
"Say Wha.. say what?" Hidan growled back through clenched teeth.
"Beg."
"Fuck you."
He thrusted with his pelvis to push his fingers in deeper, stabbing at the younger man's prostate without remorse. Their mutually hardened members rubbed against each other. Hidan cried out and arched against him, whining out a string of swears. He pumped a few more times just for good measure.
"Say it." He demanded again.
"Augh, dammit. Please!"
"More."
"Kakuzu you fucking asshole, Please just fucking FUCK ME ALREADY!" He shouted, managing somehow in his state to grab the elder man's wrist and force his and away.
With a victorious smirk he leaned back and pulled his hand free, using what was left on it to wetten his own throbbing cock, and positioned it happily.
-o-
If he wasn't so fucking desperate he could murder that fucking bastard right now. If he wasn't afraid he just end up screwing him he'd just jump up and tackle him and strangle his arrogant fucking life away.
God but it was so... fucking sexy. He was submitting, he knew, but at this point it didn't matter. Bining him so close to the edge like that and just stopping, fucking sadist! and FUCK did he love it!
His breathe drew in sharp when he felt it against him. Kakuzu's dick. Oh fuck, there it was, pushing against his hole. He didn't get to see it, he couldn't tell the size at the moment. Fear suddenly zappled through him, making the desperation all the worse. He closed his eyes as the pressure increased, time slowed for a moment, wet, slippery skin against skin, body against body. Fire blazed inside his stomache, his heart felt like someone had shoved an hand through his chest and was squeezing it. Here it was, here it came. There it goes, inside, inside of him. Like they were one person.
It burned for all of two second, he heart himself moan loudly, unable to think of anything else but the feeling of being filled and how it hurt so fucking goddamn good. Kakuzu eased inside until Hidan felt his eyes might pop from his skull at the pressure. There was too much, he couldn't do this, he was going to burst into a fucking shower of human confetti. And then the Doctor stopped being nice. Then the world sparked brightly, the ceiling flashing a blinding white, and everything darkened to black.
The room dissappeared, the bed disappeared, even Kakuzu disappeared. He was in the middle of some darkness sending wave after wave of pleasure through him in dizzying amounts. Forever he was in that place, years and years it felt like, building and building until he was absoloutly sure he was going to just burst into a million pieces.
Better than all the drugs in all the world, he thought absently, gripping tightly to whatever the hell it was he was holding on to. He was in space, in outer-fucking space and if he let go he would fly away and be lost here forever. He was screaming, he thought, but he couldn't stop. If he stopped screaming he would die. His muscles all clenched so tightly that it hurt, and the pain only escalated everything.
Stars, then black, Stars, then black again as he was thrust into over and over, bodies punding against each other. Deep groans filtered into the darkness around him, growls, animalistic snarls. He didn't know what it was, but he had to see, it was important, he knew, he had to open his eyes. But he couldn't, if he opened his eyes he would die, if he let go he would die.
And death was terrifying, it had always been, but now more than ever. Because he had something to live for now. It was...
His voice choked off in his throat when he forced his lids open, his eyes meeting the hungry stare of Kakuzu's. Again and again his vision wavered dangerously, speck of black danced across them, but now that they were open he didn't think he could ever close them again.
Harder, faster.
Kakuzu leaned down slightly, and mustering all his strength, Hidan managed to reach out and grab him. The pleasure stopped for a heartbeat and he manaed to pull himself up, push himself against the man, nails digging so hard into that tanned skin that they were soon slick with warm blood. He couldn't' see it but he knew that's what it was. The coil wound tighter inside of him, and without being able to stop himself he forced himself even closer to the man, winding his right arm further around his neck and freeing his left one, sliding an index finger into his mouth.
Pennies, it tasted like pennies. Blood, yes. That was blood, Kakuzu's blood, it was delicious, better still than the rolling waves of unbearable pleasure shooting through him. A loud moan ripped from him as the coil wound itself painfully tight. There it is, here it goes.
-o-
Sex was only supposed to be sex. Even if he did have these strange feelings for Hidan, even if he wanted the man to be his, this didn't feel like it should.
It was more, it was more than it should be. Sex was dirty and raw, it was nothing more than satiating desires. But when he opened his eyes, when those damned pink orbs locked onto his, something happened. He hesitated, Hidan's screaming ceased, he leaned down, he couldn't help himself.
and that little runt grabbed him, pulling himself close, his mouth coming to rest on his shoulder. He couldn't even feel the intense pain in his back as Hidan tore holes in his skin, it only felt like some pressure, though he somehow knew what was happening.
"What does it take to live forever?"
"You're my god."
"Please..."
Hidan shifted, and then moaned loudly, long and drawn out. Kakuzu's eyes clenched themselves shut, he thrusted with abandon, as hard as he could. Shouts and pleas, and swears rang out from the man below him, and at the same time, he thought, they fell.
The cliff dropped out from under them, he was going with him, because Hidan didn't want to be alone, and Kakuzu didn't want him to be. Over the edge, a duel climax, he felt a warmth spurt onto his stomache, Hidan released the death grip on his neck and fell back into the covers.
He stared into his sleepy eyes for a second, breathing hard, still feeling like he might burst, but in a completley different way now. Without being able to stop himself, without even wanting to, He leaned down and pushed their mouths together, trying to force that pressure in his chest out.
Hidan's hands reached to cup his face, fingertips slick and stained red. he let him, hel et the pale hands run down his jawline, wrap around the back of his head, pull him closer. It felt good, damn it all. But his lungs burned, and his body trembled, and with enormous effort he pulled away. He stayed there standing like that for a moment, watching Hidan pant below him, eyes fluttering shut only to snap back open ever few seconds.
This wasn't right. He should be satisfied, the affection should be gone. But it wasn't, in fact, it was even stronger... This isn't right.
He pulled himself out and turned around to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. His head fell down, eyes scanning the carpet, as if the answer lied somewhere in the maroon threads. Hidan sighed, Kakuzu blinked hard, and reached down to pull his pants back up to his knees, rising slowly from the bed. He refastened them around his waist, and sat back down.
"I need a cigarette..." Hidan said breathlessly. Kakuzu twisted to look at him. he had an arm thrown over his face, his lips parted slightly as his chest continued to rise and fall, no longer panting but not breathing normally just yet.
"And maybe a fucking beer..."
-o-
Kakuzu got up and left without a word a few moments after. Frantically, Hidan set up, staring at the doorway in confusion.
He just left?
Thoughts flashed through his head too fast for him to comprehend, and he preactically leaped off the bed, searching the room in a hurry to find his pants, struggling to put them back on, hearly falling over when he tried to start walking without having his right foot completley through the leg.
No, he couldn't do this to him. Hidan may be stupid, but he wasn't clueless. That was more than sex. Granted, it had obviously been sex, but it was more. Kakuzu couldn't just leave. Even if it was just the room. He rushed out with pants still unbottoned, that would take too much time. He nearly ran past the bathroom, then stopped and backtracked, finding the Doctor sponging off his stomache. without thinking he jumped in behind him and wrapped his arms around the man, burying his face in his back.
Kakuzu tensed for a second, halting his motions, then relaxed. "What are you doing."
"I don't know." He said back honestly. What was he doing? Standing here hugging him with his muscles trembling, threatening to give out on him from the workout they'd just received. Suddenly he was exhausted beyond belief, but he did what he could to ignore it.
"Well stop it."
"No." He lifted his head off the man, greeting by 8 little half-moons of blood smeared on the back of his shoulders. He reached up and ran a finger over one of them, and Kakuzu flinched away and whirled around. "You're bleeding..." He said stupidly.
"Thanks to you."
Hidan grinned despite himself. "Technically it was your fault."
He received only a grunt in return before the elder man turned around and continued wiping himself down. Hidan watched him in the mirror, still desperatley wanting a cigarette, but for some reason he wasn't sure of, unwilling to leave Kakuzu's side. He'd pulled his hair back into a ponytail again, Hidan stared at it in dissapointment for a moment before their eyes met in the reflection. "You never told me why you're eyes are always red all the time."
"Because I have to deal with annoying brats like you constantly."
"Tch. You love me, admit it old man." He'd meant it only as teasing, but suddenly Kakuzu whirled. He was grabbed by the shoulders and pushed against the wall in the span of time it took to blink, and then he was staring, shocked, into a pair of glaring christmas-colored eyes.
-o-
You love me, admit it.
That stuck something in him, sent an icy pang of fear through his chest. Without knowing what he was doing, he suddenly had Hidan pinned against the wall.
It was still there, that feeling, wanting Hidan, almost needing him. It wasn't gone, even though it should be. This asenine little crush should be over with now, he should be able to get back to his life. The craving had been satisfied, but it still lingered.
What more do you want from me? He didn't know who he was talking to, anyone who would answer, he supposed. His head told him to make Hidan leave, to cut this damn connection, it had gone too far already. It should be over, it should be easy. But it wasn't. He couldn't tell him to leave, because he didn't want him to.
He was far too old for this. Hidan was far too young.
"Follow you arrow... You're definitely pointed to each other."
He didn't want it to be more, but it was. This isn't fair, this really isn't fair.
Hidan swallowed heavily, pigmentless eyes flicking back and forth between Kakuzu's. He stared back, frustration building up and up until, at a lack of anything else to do, he leaned forward and kissed him. He didn't think he could say it out loud, he didn't think he could even say it in his head. But there was time. There was still time... As long as Hidan was here. As long as he stayed.
There was time...
-o-
A/N-
Oh fuck. Lol, my face is in a bucket on the floor at the moment, it melted off from the extreme blushing. BUT I DID IT! HAHAHA! Challenge completed. How did I do? Please don't lynch me or anything. xD
OH! The song Hidan was singing at the fountian last chapter is called 'Lego house' by Ed Sheeran. I forgot to mention that in the midst of my pissy tantrum.
So, I don't have much more to add to that, so I will simply say Thank you for reading and sticking with me through my mood swings, and don't forget to review. Even if it's bad, I promise I'll not be a bitch this time. Love you guys, and I'll see you next chapter!