A/N and warnings for chapter 2: thank you for reading! Reviews are much appreciated, as always.
There’s some gore in this chapter, not that serious when it comes to these two I believe.
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Kakuzu eyed the rope tying Hidan’s hands back from under drawn eyebrows. It looked like Kumogakure came up with a really clever solution in restricting their captives as the bond just refused to be taken off. The material itself seemed to resist both physical force and chakra based attacks as well. This was topped with a seal – the captors really wanted to make sure that the priest wouldn’t escape. Kakuzu saw only one solution…
“There’s a bit of an issue,” he finally said to Hidan.
“He? What issue?”
“It looks like the only way to get rid of this rope is to cut off your hands and pull it from the stumps.”
“…the fuck?! You’re having me on! Cut off your own bloody hands and stuff them up…”
“You can stay like this, for all that I care.”
“Kakuzu, you can’t be that lame! Take this shit off me finally!”
“Have you been listening at all? It can’t be taken off. It goes with your hands or it stays on. Your choice.”
Hidan glared at him, shaking with anger. Kakuzu stared back, face blank. After a minute or so, the priest deflated under his clod stare.
“All right, you sadistic son of a bitch, do it. But make it a clean cut, so it can be stitched back nicely. I don’t want my arms look like yours.”
“Do shut up. I have been mutilating people since before you were born.”
“Wow, that’s a comforting thought…”
Kakuzu picked up the katana that one of the hostile shinobi had been using. It looked sharp enough. He fleetingly thought of sterilizing the blade, but it wasn’t probable that the zealot could catch any infections, so why bother?
Hidan, who in the meantime had lain down on his stomach kept shooting him anxious glances. Kakuzu did his best to keep his face emotionless, but in truth he was rather enjoying the situation. The priest got on his nerve so often – with his continuous talking, his fanaticism, his absolute disregard to Kakuzu’s finances and the way it was impossible to be rid of him – that he didn’t pity him the slightest for the pain he would have to endure.
Kakuzu took his cloak off – there was no need to get it bloody – than straddled the other man’s hips to hold him down. He pulled Hidan’s hands back and upwards as much as he could. This was certainly not the most ideal position to chop someone’s hands off, but he had enough brute power to be able to do it like this. Without further ado he swung the blade and sunk it into flesh, just below the wrist. Hidan started to whine again, but he ignored that.
“Kakuzu, I thought this through and this is not a good idea after
aaaahhhh, you fucking bastard, this fucking hurts like hell!”
Something was wrong. By his calculation Hidan hand should have simply fallen off. Instead the sword gut stuck next to the bone. Leaning closer Kakuzu saw that the seal was shining in a bluish light. It was trying to prevent the hand to be cut off. Kumogakure was better prepared in this than he would have given credit them for.
“Hmm…”
“Hmm? What the hell do you mean by ‘Hmm’? You are not fucking this up, are you, Kakuzu?!”
“They put you under more serious binding that I have thought. Lie still – I’ll have to start… hacking it.”
“You… what?” Hidan looked back to him in panic over his shoulder.
“I told you to lie still,” he pushed the priest’s head down and gave his strength into trying to force the blade through the resistance.
The katana went through flesh and bone by inch by inch, the seal trying to force it back all the while. It didn’t make Kakuzu’s task easier that Hidan kept trashing under him, spilling the dirtiest profanities the masked man ever heard.
“Shut your mouth,” panted Kakuzu, as he tried to get a better grip on the bleeding arm. “I’ve seen you doing more serious harm to yourself during your rituals. You’ve seemed to enjoy them then.”
“It is bloody different when I do it to myself!” Hidan screamed back at him. “That is for the glory of Jashin –sama. And I don’t go and try to saw off my arm with a fucking blunt butter knife!” He yelled and bucked again as Kakuzu cut deeper still, almost dislodging the older man from his position.
“There’s nothing wrong with the blade, it’s the seal…”
“I don’t give a flying fuck what it is, just get over with this!”
Kakuzu tried to find a more comfortable position before getting back to the job at hand. The adrenalin rushing though both of their veins, the smell of blood, Hidan’s trashing and bucking under him was starting to affect his body. The screams and moans the priest was uttering could be taken not just for pain but for pleasure as well… and he had seen him mix up the two often enough when delivering his absurd ceremonies to think that possible.
After so many years – decades really – his body chose the worst time for waking up and feeling lust again. And for the worst person he could imagine. Idiot Hidan, making everything difficult and causing him inconveniences all the time.
For someone claiming to be immortal and always preaching about the joys of death and destruction he certainly made a big fuss over some pain. He was so ridiculous - being in total ecstasy whenever he made a sacrifice to his stupid deity, cutting and stabbing himself, causing self-harm that would be fatal to any normal man. But if Kakuzu did anything to him, he could whine about it for hours.
Anger flaring up he forced the sword through with all his might and the arm was finally cut off. The seal blazed as if trying to reach for the chopped off part, but went black after a second. The rope got loose and Kakuzu could now easily untie it from both the stump and the remaining hand as well.
They remained still, both of them heaving. Kakuzu stared down to the spots of blood staining Hidan’s back and sleeves. His own trousers were also tinted, darker patches on his thighs and on the tent at his groin. He was completely hard, his cock straining against the front of his pants almost painfully.
Look at this mess – I will be the one left paying for the cleaning again, he told himself, but that thought, irksome as it was, wasn’t enough to lessen his excitement.
Hidan was lying flat on the ground, looking back at him over his left shoulder. His usually slicked back hair was dishevelled, sticking to his forehead with sweat and he was panting like he had been just fucked hard. Kakuzu had to use all his self-restrain to not hack up his robe, push down their pants and do just that.
“At least,” Kakuzu cleared his throat, trying to act calm, “there’s no need to cut off your other hand as well. This seems to have lifted the seal.”
Hidan raised his head slightly and laughed shakily.
“That’s the fucking news of the century! I can just hope you are better at sewing it back up than hacking it off.”
“Keep whining and you’ll be left gluing it back yourself.” He clambered off the priest and swung the cut off limb in front of his face.
“All right, all right,” Hidan sat up and hold out the stump to Kakuzu.
The masked man crouched down in front of him and looked at the wound. It looked terrible, almost as if it had been mangled, but if he stitched it back on, Hidan’s amazing healing powers would easily do the rest of the work.
He started to work carefully, extending thin threads under his stiches and pushing them though the other man’s skin. Hidan was moaning and groaning with every pull and push, making concentration difficult. When he was finally ready he cut the tread and eyed his work in satisfaction before looking up to the priest.
His breath caught. Hidan was eyeing the bulge in his pants in quite an obvious manner. When he felt Kakuzu’s stare he slowly raised his head. Looking him in the eye, the younger man smiled coyly and licked his lips. The challenge was evident in the scarlet eyes. Lust twisted like fire in Kakuzu’s groin. It would have been so
easy to accept the challenge. Without doubt a quick, hard fuck was what they both wanted.
What a pity that it would have been a spectacularly idiot idea to act on this lust. Kakuzu had sworn long ago to never mix sex and business. It had been something he was forced to learn early on, and whenever he forgot about it – and he did, a few times in his youth – it always boded disaster. Unfortunate as it was, Hidan was definitely business, stuck as he was with him as partners. The priest was intolerable under normal circumstances already – he didn’t want to imagine what he would be like if they became more than forced allies. He needed no stings, no attachments. This unexpected spark of desire just had to go.
So he stood up, shaking his head with slight remorse and put his cloak back on. Hidan stared at him with such indignation that he actually had to fight a laugh down.
“Let’s go,” he motioned for the zealot to follow, “If anyone else is nearby, they sure as hell heard you.”
“But…” started Hidan, before falling silent. Kakuzu watched him with interest – he had never seen the other at loss of words before. His face was like an open book, showing anger, incomprehension and lust in equal measure. Kakuzu had the urge to chide him for being so readable – that was a major weakness after all. Sometimes he forgot that the annoying priest was barely more than a brat.
“You are…” Hidan pointed an accusing finger at him, finding his voice at last “the strangest, unfathomable old prick that I ever had the misfortune of knowing. What the bloody fuck was that? I thought…”
“I said – let’s go.” Kakuzu interrupted. He really didn’t want to discuss their little interlude from normality. With that he turned around and started walking away.
“Wait up, asshole!” Hidan shouted after him. “My scythe was left in the hut. Let me pick it up.”
Kakuzu waited him to get his weapon and catch up with him, not stopping his swearing and complaining for a second.
“… and have I told you how I hate that you keep ignoring when I’m speaking? Would it fucking hurt you to actually react once in a while?
“Hidan. Don’t you think it’s time you get used to it?”
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The worst thing about Kakuzu was that he was impossible to read. Not that Hidan usually made any effort to get to know anyone… still you would think that after a couple of months of being partners he would have got to know the old miser a little. They had been practically spending all of their time together after all, even having common rooms when staying at some village, as Kakuzu always wanted to save money… Hell, he was aware of a few personalities, sure, the glaringly obvious ones, that no one could miss after spending five minutes with him…
The way he would go from stoic to a cold blooded killing machine for example. That was something Hidan had learned on their first day together. The masked grouch temper had run out very fast, though all Hidan had been trying to do was to teach him the basic ideas of Jahinism… That was the first time he snapped the priest’s neck. That remained his favourite method for silencing him, not that he managed anything permanent with it. Hidan caressed his own neck thoughtfully. Well, it was unblemished and slender, yet muscular – no wonder Kakuzu was obsessed with it.
“Greedy old heathen,” he mumbled, not sure if he should be amazed or offended by this thought. Kakuzu pretended not to have heard him.
Well, let’s see, what else do I know of him? He eyed the broad back thoughtfully.
One: he was greedy for money, though Jashin knew what he did with it, as if he had to spend on anything he behaved as if they were pulling his teeth – without anaesthetic.
Two: he despised all kind of spiritualism, being a down-to earth, atheist bastard.
Three: he had mind blowing physical strength and the strangest, creepiest ninjutsus.
Four: he was a sadistic old control freak, who couldn’t stand not being in charge in any situation.
His thoughts –again – wondered back to the previous day’s happenings. In view of all the things he knew of Kakuzu – it still didn’t make a fucking sense. Not the part where he got a hard on while amputating (in a very amateur manner) Hidan’s hand. That fitted nicely into the picture. Hidan did consider him a bloodthirsty, sadistic predator wanting to be dominant all the time.
What he couldn’t comprehend was why he didn’t take advantage of the situation. It wasn’t like him, not taking what he wanted, was it? And it wasn’t that Hidan could have stopped him. Or would have wanted to stop him. So why,
why he choose to ignore what had been happening?!
“You’re gonna drive me mad, you know,” he said out loud.
“I doubt that’s possible,” came the stolid response “as for that you’d need to be normal as a start.”
“Very funny, asshole.” He caught up with Kakuzu and stared at him until he, obviously irritated, turned to look at Hidan.
“What it is now?”
“I’ve been thinking about yesterday.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that it wasn’t my fault your hand could be cut off only with some difficulty?”
“Not about that,” Hidan waved his hand dismissively. The wound healed completely by now. “Though I don’t want to imagine what mess you create when you are tearing out hearts if a simple mutilation caused you that much trouble.”
“Than what do you want?”
“Tell me – why didn’t you fuck me what you had the chance? It was an opportunity never to return, I hope you know that.”
Kakuzu started at him as if he had lost his marbles, than snorted so hard that Hidan could have taken it for a laugh, if he didn’t know better.
“Let’s put it like this. You are not my type.”
“Whaaat?” Rage boiled up in him. How dare he say
Hidan wasn’t
his type? Kakuzu’s, who was what? Two hundred years old? With a body stitched together like a ragdoll put through hell by a few generations of unruly children. Kakuzu, who kept hiding his ugly gob under a mask and hood…
“You are joking, right, you old bastard? The fuck is your problem with me?” The most annoying thing was that he could actually see the amusement in the red – green eyes.
“You are an imbecile. A rash, fanatic, scrawny kid. I can’t see why this comes as such a surprise.”
I’ll kill him. Cut out all five of his black hearts and feed them to him. “You son of a bitch, you know who is
scrawny! It was pretty obvious that you wanted me. So what a shitty excuse is that?”
“Hidan. The only thing I want from you is you to learn to keep your mouth shut!”
“Fuck that! I’ve seen what I’ve seen. I don’t know why you won’t admit...”
Kakuzu stopped for a second, and looked up Hidan from head to toe, with a derogatory look in his eyes.
“You were imagining things.”
A red cloud of rage settled before Hidan’s eyes. He charged on the miser, but as soon as he raised his hand, Kakuzu’s gripped his wrist and twisted until the priest fall down on his knees.
He looked up panting and snarling. It wasn’t anything new, finding himself on the ground in front of the older man after one of their disagreements. Still, it was different from all the previous times. Never before did he get aroused from being manhandled by Kakuzu. Nor did he want to reach out and check if the old miser was hard as well with Hidan kneeling before him at any other time.
It was all bloody Kakuzu’s fault. Had he finished what they both wanted he wouldn’t keep thinking about it.
He licked his lips, and was sure he saw Kakuzu’s eyes flare up. But with what, lust or anger, he couldn’t tell. Before he could make up his mind how to go on, Kakuzu released him and walked away without a word.
Hidan stared after him in silent fury, though his rage didn’t do anything to lessen his arousal. He stood up slowly, brushed the dust from his robe and tried to arrange his most cherished bits into a more comfortable position in his suddenly too tight pants.
“So be it you bitch,” he muttered to himself “we can play this game like this if that’s what you want. I swear to Jashin that I’m going to get you, even if I have to nail your hands and legs to a bed for it.” Cheering up by that thought he flashed a manic grin at the other’s retreating back. Kakuzu stood no chance against his seductive powers that was for sure.
To be continued…
