Strange Love

Strange Love - To Love is to Hold

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The inn was, in essence, at the peak of its lifetime business. New, young, needy customer’s filed in everyday for a chat, a hard beer, some young ladies, sometimes young boys, or maybe even a rest at one of the newly renovated rooms which recently had sent its price sent skyrocketing via the influx of wannabe ninjas or casual tourists.

All for the newly discovered ancient pre-war village ruins, just a quick ten-minute stroll from town. The ruins were so close and convenient and undeniably interesting that even teenagers and kids with time to waste wandered there on their free time. It had been a surprise to the villagers of that small town itself, never knowing that the small, picturesque lake they had used as a water reservoir housed ruins that made treasure-hunters, artifact explorers, and every dreaming thief salivate until puddles of greedy spit formed at their feet.

And they had embraced the ruins completely. Nina-post-cards, ninja-ramen, ninja-inns, fake ninja weapons, fake ninja scrolls and the tourists fell for it, bait, hook, and trap.

What made the sunken village different from the hidden villages was that it wasn’t hidden. The hidden villages themselves kept their location from being revealed to the mass public, and knowledge of their secrets and visitors were carefully regulated to ensure their privacy. After all, the hidden villages were a first and foremost the military organizations for their country.

But, ruins as irresistible as fallen ninja village ruins attracted all sorts of people. There were nice people…and bad people. And right now, this inn was full of the latter. Sitting around the tables as if they owned the joint, the beer-guzzling, smelly group comprised of bandits, wannabe ninjas and other peoples often referred to as the cesspools of society, had driven out the normal, younger customers.

The bartender and owner of the establishment stood behind the counter, making sure to avoid any and all eye contact with the bunch of hooligans. He stood there, fidgeting, wiping off the same bottle of wine that was in his hand for the last two hours. He prayed, hoping that they would leave soon.

At about, now.

That wasn’t happening, and he had no idea what to do. He didn’t want to make waves; waves were bad. Waves meant bar fights. And bar fights meant the possible destruction of the inn and his property, at least with this crowd. No, no waves, not when he had almost managed to pay off the debt he had accumulated to build the inn in this teeny town.

He gulped. Raising his eyes just a fraction of the inch to check the situation, he couldn’t help but turn his vision to the two strangers who sat at a stocky wooden table. They had first seemed like the normal wayfarers that had been going in and out, though upon closer inspection, they were extraordinarily strange. They were two men, and both individuals radiated all sorts of dangerous waves.

The first one, who looked a bit sullen, was a beautiful young man who looked to be around his early mid twenties, with exquisite model-quality facial features. High, delicate cheek bones and a strong, straight nose led up to a flawless forehead accentuated with an almost perfectly slicked back widows peak. He had intense sapphire eyes, almost as intense as the man’s next to him, and perpetually pouty lips that looked as if they were two pink clouds. He wore a high-collared black shirt that outlined a flat stomach and six-pack abs, along with a loose pair of dark-colored pants. A necklace, with a round circle inset with a triangle, rested around a thickly corded neck. Right now, he relaxed against a chair as he sipped periodically from a glass of sake.

The other man was even stranger. Taller than the first man, he looked to be in his early thirties. His entire body was covered in a bulky cloak, a black cloak with floating red clouds that seemed ominous to the innkeeper. His face was covered too, and all he could see were a pair of piercing white eyes.

When he looked into those eyes, a fear gripped his heart.

Two words came to the innkeepers mind. ‘Ninja’. And ‘danger’. He could tell that the two forehead protectors that the two had with them weren’t the fake kind that the vendors sold. And they were scratched out, each with a long rusted line right through the middle. Renegade ninja, or cast-out ninja, or ninja who just wanted to seek their own path. None of the choices were good.

This was all suspicious enough, but the thing that really set the innkeeper over the edge was the giant three-bladed scythe that the blonde young man had strapped across his back.

It looked very, very sharp, and very, very used.

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Hidan swigged down another burning shot of alcohol. The sake was horrible. Not that he expected anything but watered down shit from an establishment like this.

Not only was he drinking shit, he felt like shit too.

Ever since his new and boringly money-grubbing partner Kakuzu had tried to kill him – failed, of course - and ended up sexing him in the middle of the forest next to two headless corpses, he had ignored him for the most part until they reached this village.

After sex, the man had rose up, put on his clothes, and then acted as if nothing had happened.

He even had the audacity to make him, him of all people, clean up after the bodies.

The memory made Hidan fume further.

“There might be more nin-hunters” Kakuzu had said to him, “Clean up your mess.”

As if the nin-hunters weren’t looking for him in the first place.

What the hell! Did that fucking Kakuzu think that he, the immortal and damn good-looking Hidan was a fucking kid? Speechless, Hidan had complied, but not without a good amount of cursing. He needed the bodies for his ritual after all.

Whatever.

Hidan had been left naked in the bamboo forest until (he made a ‘thank you Jashin-sama’ gesture with his hand) some kid dressing up as a ninja stumbled through the same path. Luckily they were close enough to the this little town that someone had heard the noise and curious, wandered in too see what was going on.

Hidan had knocked the boy unconscious and stole his clothes, leaving him alive. He didn’t kill worthless trash; it tainted his religion.

He wondered into the town. He didn’t like this town. It reminded him too much of home. But he could ignore thoughts like that, and planned to enjoy himself for the rest of the day as Kakuzu did whatever he was doing. Pickup some a young man or two, buy a bottle or two of alcohol, and head to the nearest inn for the rest of the day. But his plans were ruined by Kakuzu. His damn partner had appeared right as he entered the entrance to town.

Kakuzu had offered him a newly sown and squeaky clean new Akatsuki robe, but Hidan had refused. For a second, Hidan wondered if his partner kept a stash of those robes somewhere. No way in hell would he wear one again so soon if it was going to be ripped. The robe was constricting anyways. Kakuzu looked as if he would trip on himself any moment.

After that, they had settled in the inn where Hidan had taken a wonderful new shower, and both of them met downstairs in the dining room/lobby to discuss what their next plan of action would be.

“So,” He began in a bored, tired voice. “What are we doing here again? Could you please explain to me, in full detail, why we are in a backwater village? Why I am here?”

“Do you know what these newly discovered ruins are?” Kakuzu asked.

“Umm…lemme think about that.” Hidan chewed his lip for a moment as he tried to recall all those lessons and books that he had read however many years ago. He was never good at memorizing things like that, but he could more or less guess.

“Ancient shinobi villages that were destroyed before the village wars?”

“That’s all you know?” Kakuzu responded with a heavy dose of disbelief. “Did you even listen to the leader as he explained?”

Hidan sighed and lifted his shoulders. “Nah. Boring lectures aren’t for me. Besides, who cares?” Hidan said. “So what if a village disappeared of screwed itself over, it’s not like it affects me. The weak are weak and weak villages will ruin themselves at some point.”

Kakuzu made a ‘hmph’ sound. Hidan scowled; he didn’t like being looked down upon.

“Okay smartass, if your so knowledgeable then why don’t you tell me.

“I’ll tell you then.” Kakuzu began, “Before the first village wars, a recorded four villages were wiped off the map. Simultaneously.”

“Before the first ninja wars?” Hidan repeated. The first ninja war was a long, long time ago.

“How long ago?”

“A few hundred years.”

“Infighting? Invasion?” Hidan guessed, ticking off the usual reasons.

“No. About three hundred years before the shinobi village wars, there was no way that four villages could suddenly disappear. Not even now could that happen. The villages themselves are only mentioned in passing in the oldest texts, and they precede even the main villages. The records were hard to find because the villages were tiny, being located in small countries. The leader himself pieced together clues from scrolls to obtain this information.”

Hidan’s fingers drummed against the table. “And…”

“That must mean that there was a far greater power that did this. Our mission is to locate any clues or hints as to what could have possibly done this. And if there is something worth taking here, then we take it. Locate and retrieve.”

Kakuzu seemed very excited at the prospect, Hidan noted. “So that’s why we are here? To look through a dead village’s scrap heaps? Boooring.” Hidan extended the o sound, and leaned back even further to showcase his boredom. “Besides, why are you so excited?”

Kakuzu gave a deep laugh. “Money. Ancient artifacts from villages are hundreds of million of ryo to the right customer. And there is always someone willing to pay.”

Hidan wanted to snort, but thought better. “Is money all that matters to you? There are more important things in life.”

“Like what?” Kakuzu said with bit of dubiety.

“Religion. Beliefs. Jashin is always looking for new converts. Perhaps Jashin might even welcome a atheistic money-grubbing heathen like you.” Hidan grinned. “On second hand, I doubt even Jashin would welcome you. Except as a sacrifice”

“And money is bad?”

“Of course. It’s stated in Jashin.”

“If that is your only reason then you’re nothing more than a blind sheep.”

“Someone with no religion like you could never understand the deep beauty of god.” Hidan said.

“Hm. Since I was born into this world, I’ve seen religions fall and faiths collapse like cards. Only one is ever lasting. Money.” Kakuzu replied firmly.

“Money is not eternal. Conviction, belief. Faith. Things people like you will never be able to buy up no matter how much ryo you have.”

“I do have faith. Faith in human greed. Intangible things like morality and gods can’t be banked anyways.”

Hidan fixed his eyes on Kakuzu and knew he was telling the truth. He remembered the feel of the man’s coarse skin upon his. Cold and hard as gold coins. It brought pleasant shivers down his back. Hidan dismissed the thought.

“Whatever. Money can hardly count as a religion. I doubt someone as idolatrous as you could understand the warm embrace of Jashin-sama. Perhaps I can instill the fear of god in you?” Hidan recommended, his eyes growing heated.

Kakuzu bore deep-white eyes into Hidan and held him. “You can try.”

Hidan held his stare, not backing down.

He wondered if Kakuzu would try to kill him again right here in the inn?

He wondered if they would have sex afterwards too.

Hidan was so distracted in his thoughts that when one of the windows of the inn shattered and five black clad figures burst through, it took him an extra second to turn to see the commotion, which was an extra second too much.

Three well-placed kunai sank straight into Hidan’s forehead, piercing his skull and brain, sending him flying and knocking him over into the wall.

Kakuzu had risen up, his skin flashed as he changed color, the beginning of his earth-element technique that increased his strength to ridiculous heights and made him durable as diamonds, practically impervious to any and all physical damage. He ignored the long sword sweeping stroke of a ninja that leapt at him. The blade cracked on his head, and Kakuzu merely reached out grabbing his throat and holding him still. With a quick twist, the man’s neck snapped and he fell limp in Kakuzu’s hand. Using the dead man as a projectile, Kakuzu swung the man into another one the men, knocking him over.

In the mean time, Hidan had recovered, using the nearby wall to leverage himself.

“Fucking hell!” He screamed. “Just did my god damn hair!” Did these fools know how long it took to get each strand in perfect place? He braced himself for what was coming next. With a quick twist of his hand, he pulled one kunai, ignoring the stabbing pain and the migraine.

He hated headshots and blamed Kakuzu for talking to him so much that he didn’t even sense some idiotic ninjas approaching. At least his partner was taking out the trash.

He propped his feet against the floor and took another breathe to ready himself to dig out two more kunai.

Around him, the hooligans that had occupied the bar had all made a straight dash for the only exit in the bar. They formed a bottleneck, clogging up the exit as screams filled inn. Everyone avoiding Kakuzu as he fought the black clad shinobi.

The three remaining ninja, formed a line. They began forming a series of seals with their hands, as chakra molded itself in their bodies.

“Who sent you here?” Kakuzu asked in an amused tone. He sighed when they didn’t respond. They were probably scared witless that two of their comrades had died so easily. These shinobi were around chuunin-level, he guessed, but they had managed to surprise that little god-thumper Hidan. The Jashinist was lucky he was immortal. Or was it because he was immortal that he slacked in paying attentions to his surroundings?

Were they sent here to kill us? Kakuzu thought. He couldn’t identify which village they were from. In fact, none of them wore the standard clothes that ninja from a village would wear. He’d have to question them later.

The three chuunin-level ninjas completed their seals. “Fire Release: Dragon Heat!” They said, their voices and chakra in unison..

Kakuzu would have attempted to dodge, but he recognized the order of seals that the shinobi formed. He stood his ground, letting them complete their desperate attempt to kill him.

The three inhaled, their chests expanding as raging heat filled their lungs. They released together, and suddenly the inn was in the midst of a raging inferno.

Wood caught fire, fabric burned, water sizzled, the men that hadn’t made it out of the inn screamed as their flesh singed, the fire technique of the three combined into an enormous continuous fireball.

“Pathetic. Who is foolish enough to send amateurs?”

From the center of the crimson blaze, the color of the heat changed, the movements of someone illumating the shadows of the flames.

The three ninja’s eyes snapped open and they stopped their fire breath, their surprise apparent as Kakuzu finish the last of his seals.

“Fire Release: Burning Pain!”

The flames from the inferno split straight down the center, a technique or a higher caliber than anything the three could ever cast cut directly down the center of the roar. The three attempted to dodge, but the S-level technique caught two in its path. Those two instantly flared up in a mini-explosion as skin melted away like ice cream in daylight, their bodies bursting like popcorn.

The last remaining ninja jumped back, sweat dripping down his face profusely, and turned around to run away.

Kakuzu’s still cool hand, unfazed by the fire, caught him from behind by the collar. He emerged from the inferno unscathed. “A technique of that level won’t work on me, kid.”

The ninja tried to grab a weapon, but Kakuzu’s hand grabbed the man’s wrists. He broke both of them, the bone jutting from skin.

The ninja screamed.

Kakuzu leaned forward and whispered a promise into the ninja’s ear. “You’re going to tell me everything you know, whether you’re alive…or not. And trust me, you’re going to suffer.”

Suddenly, he spotted a flash of metal in the fire – just in time for Hidan’s scythe to sever the head of the last ninja.

Hidan howled in delight as the head flew into a wall. “Hell yes! That’s what you get for fucking trying to burn me alive!”

Kakuzu trained his eyes on Hidan and let go of the headless body. “Do you know what you just did?”

“Took the fuckers head, that’s what.” Hidan replied. “If you have a problem with that, then you can go fuck yourself, alright, Kakuzu? I have a migraine like no other right now, and I’m not in the mood to put up with your greedy shit.”

Kakuzu closed his eyes.

1…2….3…

He opened his eyes. They needed to get out of here before the villagers and other curious people decided to come. It would make it much harder to complete the mission if the townsfolk recognized them and called one of the main villages for help.

“We’re getting out of here.” He stated.

“Aww.” Hidan said both with regret and sarcasm. “But I so wanted a new tan.”

“Go, or I’ll flay your skin from your bones.” Kakuzu warned. He turned around and stepped through a large burning hole in the wall of the inn.

There were, in fact, several large burning holes in the inn.

“Ooo…” Hidan whispered to himself before following his partner. “I might enjoy that.”

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Kakuzu was raging. With every step that he and Hidan took away from the inn, anger built in him greater that before, coming in question after question to himself.

Why did he have to be paired up with a complete imbecile?

Was the leader daft these days?

Kakuzu did admit that Hidan’s mysteriously strange immortality did hold great possibilities for several situations, but still, weren’t there minimum guidelines for intelligence for all members of Akatsuki, or was the organizations just turning into a clown circus.

Hidan, wisely on his part, had been almost silent the entire time that they had run away from the inn where the strange ninjas had ambushed them. He knew that Kakuzu was mad for some reason, and even a little comment might set off the extremely dangerous missing-nin.

“Hey, Kakuzu!” Hidan began to say, after they had made it safely to the outskirts of town.

“What?” Contempt flattened Kakuzu’s voice.

“I umm…need to wash myself somewhere.” Hidan was trying very hard not to laugh at Kakuzu’s tone. He found the larger man’s anger oddly amusing.

“You need to wash yourself?” Kakuzu asked, stopping midtrack.

Hidan pointed to various spots on his body. Dry blood trailed off from his head in dirty red streaks and parts of his clothes were singed from the fire. “I don’t know how your clothes were not affected, but I wasn’t that lucky. Be strange if someone spotted a bloody man walking, not wouldn’t it?” Hidan suggested.

Kakuzu gave Hidan a quick once over. He was right. “Very well. We’re almost near the lake anyways.”

“Aren’t there people near the lake? That’s where the ruins are located around right?” Hidan asked.

The question surprised Kakuzu. He hadn’t expected Hidan to think that, or even remember anything he had said. Perhaps the immortal wasn’t as idiotic as he first supposed.

“No. The ruins have been cordoned off from the general public ever since they were discovered. The town is waiting for an envoy from the main village to arrive and inspect the village to evacuate any artifacts or such. After that, they also have to disable any booby-traps that might be there before any tourists can go.”

“Ahhh.” Hidan said. “Perfect then. I’ll just need to wash myself off then we can have a little look-see around.”

“Hmph. I really needed you to tell me that.” Kakuzu interjected, sarcasm filling his tone. “Did you know that you killed someone who could have told us why they were after us?”

Hidan blanched. “Woops. I owe you one then.”

“Next time, try not to kill everyone unless I say so.”

“That’s going to be hard.” Hidan said. “The script of Jashin says no one must be left alive. It’s sacred, ya know. Sacred”

“I don’t care if anything is sacred.” Kakuzu sneered. “Think before you do anything. You could have cost us, cost me, the mission.”

“It’s not like I didn’t know that there was something going on.” Hidan said, offended by Kakuzu’s grade on his intelligence. “But it’s hard to not want to get revenge. Especially when you had to pull out three kunai from your own head and endure being burned alive. Not much fun.”

Kakuzu snorted. “I bet you enjoyed it.”

Hidan smiled devilishly. “Perhaps I did?”

He sighed and shook his head. This idiot never took anything seriously. “We still have to figure out who is after us and how they found us.”

“Perhaps they were ordered to find ‘a guy in a black coat with red clouds’ or something to that extent. You’re practically a walking target with that thing on!” Hidan suggested, referring to Kakuzu’s Akatsuki cloak that he always wore.

“It’s sign of pride. Only the strongest can wear this. You’ll learn to wear it sooner or later.”

“Doubt it.

Before they situation degenerated into another argument, the two finally reached the lake.

Sparks of sunlight reflected off its near-perfect surface, and the lake itself was a natural deep blue hue, testament to the beauty that nature could exhibit.

And naturally, Hidan yelled ‘WOOT’ after stripping naked from head to his toes, and diving headfirst into the pristine waters.

Hidan was enjoying himself. He loved to swim, after all.

Kakuzu watched from the embankment as Hidan stripped and rushed into the lake. His eyes were drawn to the tight, lean body that Hidan presented, even though he had considerable willpower he wasn’t able to drag his eyes away. His gaze traveled down the planes of Hidan’s flat stomach, noting the beads of water that collected on his pale, bronzed skin.

There was just something about the blond that frustrated him. Though they knew each other for only two days or so, there was something about him that infuriated him like no one else.

He wanted to kill him and argue with him and fuck him at the same time. And with him, it was possible to do all three.

Simultaneously.

Meanwhile, Hidan let himself go when he felt the cool water on his skin. He hadn’t felt such nice, refreshing water in a while. Normally, water from the main towns were dirty after going through miles of pipes, but this water was pure, and he could feel the difference.

It felt like water from his home village.

He was a bit surprised however, when midway through his ‘bath’, an icy cold pair of arms encircled his waist and a solid cold hardness flattened itself against his back. Pleasant goose bumps rose on his arms.

“Kakuzu, what the hell!” Hidan yelled, turning around and seeing his partner had joined in too.

Kakuzu’s eyes were inscrutinable. He had stripped his clothes off and waded into the water behind Hidan.

But he had left on one item, Hidan noticed. His mask.

Kakuzu voice was low against the elastic skin on Hidan’s neck. “‘I owe you one’, you said.”

“Fuck, I didn’t mean this, you idiot!” Hidan tried to twist away, but it was no use. He turned to face his partner. “Let me go, or I am so going to kill your ass when I get my shit back!”

“You can try, though you’ll find me harder to kill than most.” Kakuzu hummed against his Hidan’s neck. The blond was surprisingly warm, even in the lake. How would it feel to do it in the water? Even before he had been an Akatsuki, before he had ended up killing everyone that ever grew close to him, he had never had sex in the water. Kakuzu felt himself grow hard at the thought.

He found himself thinking about things he would never normally think about.

“Fuck you.” Hidan’s lip curled. He suddenly bit down on Kakuzu’s neck, drawing blood. “I can still kill you without a weapon.” He warned. “My curse works any time.”

“Hm?” Kakuzu said in an amused tone. Suddenly, Hidan’s arms were wrapped in writhing black tentacles, restricting his movement.

Hidan growled. “Fucking cheater.”

Kakuzu laughed. He held onto Hidan with his strings, leaving his hands free to feel the warm immortals body. It was so strange, he thought, that there was anyone’s body that could emit such heat. Hidan ran hotter than a normal human’s body. He felt down smooth hairless skin and the iron muscles beneath. It was so different from his body.

Hidan finally stopped his complaining, and gave a little moan as Kakuzu found his nipples and began playing with them.

“I found a weak spot, hmm?” Kakuzu whispered.

“Asshole...” Hidan said. He gave up his resistance after realizing there was no way he could win at the moment.

What was that phrase? Revenge was a dish best served…uh…in bed…? Hidan could hardly think at the moment, thoughts jumbling in his mind as Kakuzu played with him.

"Well, Hidan?” Kakuzu’s finger trailed down his arm, eliciting goose bumps in its wake.

"What do you want from me?"

The answer was apparent when Kakuzu kicked Hidan’s legs out from beneath him. He found himself facing Kakuzu’s proud manhood. It was a good thing that they moved in where the water was reasonably shallow. The top of the lake reached only to Hidan’s shoulders.

Hidan stopped for a moment. Who the hell did Kakuzu think he was, a weepy little girl? He fucked people, not vice-versa. He would have stopped, but something about Kakuzu strangely turned him on in ways he didn’t realize possible.

Fine, he reasoned to himself, next time I’m make him pay me back with interest.

“Suck it.” Kakuzu said, though it was unnecessary.

Hidan took a moment to touch Kakuzu’s skin. He was so pale, he thought. He needed to a tan. There was odd stitching all over his body, even his calf and thighs. He saw a bead or pre-cum gather on the tip of Kakuzu’s penis.

We’re going to play this my way, Hidan thought. He slowly licked the round head, eliciting a groan from Kakuzu. He was surprised. Kakuzu tasted pleasant. It was faintly sweet, and hinted of strength and man. He used his right hand to hold the base of Kakuzu’s penis while he began to lick the top. His hand barely reached fully around the whole of Kakuzu.

“Take it in.” Kakuzu encouraged quietly. The scene of watching the normally rebellious Hidan subservient to him almost pushed him to the edge, but he held back.

Hidan sucked in a little of Kakuzu and smiled as the missing-nin trembled from head to body. He pushed his tongue into the slit, and swirled his rough tongue around the smooth head, enjoying the power he was having over Kakuzu. Suddenly, he took the whole of Kakuzu’s cock down his throat.

Kakuzu almost choked. “More.” He ordered. Kakuzu’s hands were in his hair, messing up the delicately placed strands.

Hidan began to bob his head slowly, up and down the length until he felt the tip of the head bump against the back of his throat. He let his tongue roam from top to bottom, and felt the ridge that was on the bottom of his cock. He let more pre-cum gather in the back of his mouth before swallowing the nectar. He closed his eyes and played around with Kakuzu, experimenting on what he did that made Kakuzu react more, making sure there was constant pleasure.

He found that a long suck followed by a hard bite on the head was his favorite.

Then Kakuzu’s arms grabbed him by the head and pulled him back up. Hidan saw that his eyes were glazed over with lust and passion. He knew what to do. Jumping up, he wrapped his legs around Kakuzu’s waist and felt the tip of the erection push against his anus.

Without warning, Kakuzu was suddenly hilt-deep into Hidan, and Hidan screamed against Kakuzu’s neck, muffling the sound by biting into the cold flesh. The entry of the much larger Kakuzu nearly broke him apart.

“Fuck you’re huge.” Hidan grunted. He was slightly jealous that Kakuzu was bigger than him, but what could he do? He was considered large for himself also.

Kakuzu breathed heavily into Hidan and he continued pumping himself. The roughness of the unaided entry sent streams of deep red blood flowing into the water below him, but he knew that Hidan enjoyed the pain.

Hidan trembled as each time Kakuzu drew back and pushed in, feeling the large cock hit against his sensitive prostate. Then, he shuddered one last time and screamed out loud “Kakuzu you…ahh” He moaned loudly “You fucking…ahh…bitch…” , and a stream of white cum erupted from him in spurts, and trailed down Kakuzu’s stomach.

Kakuzu wasn’t far behind. Two more pumps and a muffled groan later and a white heat burned through Hidan’s inside. A trail of white and red leaked down Hidan’s back.

The two Akatsuki breathed heavily and held onto each other as the pleasure of their orgasms washed through them.

“Fuck that’s intense…” Hidan said tiredly, legs still wrapped around his partner, and lidded eyes looked up to behind Kakuzu.

And then his pupils widened. “Kakuzu - !” Hidan began, a look of surprise on his face.

Before Kakuzu could turn his head, Hidan grabbed him by the neck and twisted him away from the kunai that had launched directly towards Kakuzu’s blind spot. Normally Kakuzu would have sensed it, but the sex beforehand had dulled his warning senses, and Hidan wasn’t sure if Kakuzu would be able to survive a shot to the head, no matter how many hearts he had.

Hidan took the kunai in the neck, and a fountain of blood rained into the air.

Hidan’s eyes narrowed as a new anger came over him. He reached up and steadied himself to pull out the kunai that had pierced his jugular vein.

Fatal for a normal human, but a mere sting to him.

“Not again, damnit!”