Naruto Kinks

Kaku/Tema/Hidan: (implied) Yaoi, tentacle sex, bondage

It started innocently enough—or as innocent a deal with an Akatsuki member could be—when with one hand on her hip Temari huffed, “I've got a proposition for you.”

Kakuzu was never one to turn down the offer of money or other goods (not to mention that he was personally interested in the idea of shutting his partner up for even a few moments of silent bliss) so when Hidan returned, sweaty and sandy from his evening prayers, he was surprised to find the two of them sitting together—and for all general appearances—getting along.

He paused, crumpled cloak in his hand and asked, “What the fuck are you two doing?”

Kakuzu responded in the manner he normally did to those of Hidan's questions which he considered to be somehow even more annoying than usual, which is to say, he ignored him while Temari rose from the couch and sauntered close enough to trail one hand up the front of his bare chest. She slipped her other hand around his shaft, taking the scythe from his hand and dropping it to the floor carelessly as she answered, “I've been waiting.”

His red eyes shifted down the line of her neck, sliding over her exposed collar bone before glancing back to her face. He grinned down at her cockily and laughed, “Damn right you have. Now let's go fuck.”

He dropped the clothing to the floor opposite his weapon and slipped his hands over her hips, pulling her closer to bump against the front of him.

Temari scowled at him in return, but before she could offer a scathing retort, Kakuzu was there beside them looking less than amused.

“We still have things to discuss.”

Hidan scrunched his face at the words, confused. “But I don't do any of the paper wor—”

“We'll just finish it later,” Temari shrugged, cutting him off, and Kakuzu nodded, instantly setting to work.

“Wha-wha?” Hidan choked on his question, eyes widening when his partner grabbed his arms, pulling him backwards, off balance, without warning.

Temari reacted by placing her palms on top of either shoulder and pushing. He toppled under the combined force and landed less than gracefully on his ass, Kakuzu holding his arms together behind his back as Temari straddled his lap, hands still pressing down on his shoulders.

“Just what the hell is going on here?” he snapped. He tried to glare at the girl in front of him but it came off more lost than menacing.

He shivered subconsciously, breath hitching in his throat when he felt the cool, smooth tendrils coil up the length of his arms. Oh God, he knew what those things were capable of.

“Since when do you two. . . together?”

His question was ignored by the both of them this time, and he gasped in surprise and pain when he felt the needle enter his skin. He struggled then, realizing that Kakuzu had set about to stitch up his arms, but Temari rode him, rode his writhing like she might an unbroken colt—digging in with her hips and ankles and he gasped for an entirely different reason.

“Don't,” he breathed, but she kissed him, swallowing his protest.

He leaned into her, distracted from the urge to break free as he sucked at her lips and brushed his tongue over hers, the pain and fear from the stitching adding to his excitement.

Kakuzu withdrew his strings from around his arms (the ones that weren't now lacing them together), content with his work and stood, moving to Hidan's side as Temari broke away, looking to him expectantly.

Hidan took the opportunity to test the strength of his new found body modification, squirming and tugging and gasping from the resulting pain for a few minutes before finally giving up. “You better let me out when you're done playing,” he pouted like a child at the impossibility of breaking free. “Or Jashin won't forgive you for this,” he added quickly, voice cracking.

“The lips go next,” Kakuzu announced, unaffected by the threat.

The anouncement caught him off guard. Hidan's gaze shot up in shock and he looked back to Temari, serious as he pleaded, “Wait. Don't let him. Look. . . if this if about your brothers I told you already—”

“Needle and thread,” she demanded, interrupting, hand outstretched toward Kakuzu.

Kakuzu shot her an intrigued look but complied.

“You bitch,” Hidan gasped. “I'll remember this.”

“I'll make sure that you do,” she threatened playfully and gripped his chin with one hand to hold his face still as she readied the tip against his skin.

“No, wait. Really, don't,” he whined trying to turn his face away, but Kakuzu was behind him once more, hand fisted in his hair, wrenching his face back as he leaned in to lick a bundle of slick strings across his neck.

Temari pushed the needle through and began threading despite his whimpered protest. “What's the matter?” she teased. “It only feel good if it's someone else's pain?”

He glared at her in return, unable to do much else. Kakuzu continued licking and sucking down his neck, laughing ever so softly against his skin. “I'm going to enjoy this,” he whispered when Hidan tried futilely to jerk away.

“You did a sloppy job,” Kakuzu remarked, once again standing when Temari had finished with Hidan's lips.

She stood as well, shrugging at his criticism, and turned to face him. “I'd like to take care of my debt as soon as possible if that's all right with you.”

He stepped forward, running his fingers along the front of her obi as his other hand rose to brush roughly over her breast, and Hidan “Mmnh”-ed in response. She turned to face her lover then, looking down at him with dark eyes as Kakuzu stripped her slowly of her garments, running his hands across the front of her while he rubbing against her from behind. He held her possessively against the front of him as he kneaded her left breast with his fingers and buried his face against her neck.

She offered Hidan the barest of smiles, moaning lightly and melting back against Kakuzu, closing her eyes as he continued massaging her in his hand. Hidan squirmed a little, still half-aroused from before and quickly growing harder at being forced to watch another man pleasure his girl.

Kakuzu ran his free hand down the smooth expanse of Temari's stomach and lower to tease between her thighs. She spread her legs slightly, granting him access to her sex and Hidan looked away, angry and refusing to watch. He looked back when the rhythm to her moaning increased.

Kakuzu pushed her forward and she fell to her hands and knees, crawling closer to Hidan to lick and mewl against his chest. Hidan nodded, leaning into her and eager to get some, but it soon became clear she wasn't interested in removing his pants. He whined as she kissed and sucked at his nipple, her fingernails brushing back and forth over the other one, and she left a trail of bite marks across his chest. She gasped against his skin when she felt a cool sensation brush the underside of her breast. Dozen's of Kakuzu's strings slipped up and around her body, encircling her breasts and squeezing while others flicked back and forth experimentally over her clit. She shuddered, one hand moving to press over the bulge in Hidan's pants and he nodded again enthusiastically, wriggling closer in an attempt to rub himself against her palm. He scrambled up to his knees when her fingers hooked behind the waistband to his pants and she pulled them down slowly over his thighs, his erection spilling out before her, throbbing to be touched.

He let out a “Hu-hmn” when she finally wrapped her hand around him.

She guided him to her mouth, running circles around his tip with her tongue before swallowing the length of him, slowly, inch by inch. She pulled back and plunged him in again, faster with each time, pausing when Kakuzu's hands found her hips. She moaned deeply, the sound muffled against the front of Hidan as Kakuzu entered her from behind.

Hidan began grinding his hips, bumping against her lips so she reached up, gripping him again to hold him still as she drew back to pay more attention to his tip. She kissed down the underside of him, panting as Kakuzu began pumping in and out, bumping her forward slightly, against Hidan, with each thrust. The strings continued constricting and loosening around her, sliding across her skin and working between her thighs, building her orgasm as she jerked at Hidan with her hand, tongue flicking across the underside of his tip before she wrapped her lips around it once more.

When she recognized the familiar increase in his grunting, she forced him down her throat again, pressing up on his balls as he jerked, releasing inside of her. His body sagged in the afterglow of the orgasm, and she pulled back just as her own climax hit. She came screaming and writhing, but the strings held her in place until she felt the hot substance squirting inside her and she was able to collapse onto the floor.

Hidan looked to her, still slumped and his chest heaving, and she offered him another half-smile.

“That wasn't so bad, now was it?” she panted, and he shook his head, weakly, reluctant to agree with her.

Kakuzu moved behind him, in what he assumed was to release his arms, but instead he found himself pushed forward harshly, chest pressed to the floor. He immediately tried to lie down, slide off of his knees—remove his ass from it's vulnerable position in the air—but the strings had already ensnared his legs, forcing him still in place.

He choked on a yelp, writhing in an attempt to struggle as Kakazu explained, “That wasn't all.”