A/N: Hidan’s parts keep turning out longer than Kakuzu’s despite my efforts… I just can’t make him shut up. Still, I’m rather satisfied with this chapter, I hope you will enjoy.
A/N #2: Thank you all, who sent me reviews and encouragements. They mean a lot for me.
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“That should be it,” Kakuzu pointed at the small town hidden in the valley below them. “We will meet our contact here.”
Hidan looked down to the dusty rows of houses without any interest. He was – once again – standing too close. In the last few days it became apparent that the brat couldn’t take rejection at all. Most of the time he did nothing obvious… but he managed to get under Kakuzu’s skin just the same. Even more than usual, that is.
In all honesty, they were just small things. The way he started to stand too close for comfort whenever they were speaking for example. Like now, their sleeves brushing, ignoring Kakuzu’s personal space completely. He had also picked up the habit of reaching out to him – just a light hand on his shoulder or a slight grip on his arm. He had never dared it before, and Kakuzu should have ripped his head off for it, weren’t for the creeping suspicion that it would just give the priest the attention he was trying to get.
There were other changes as well. Situations where he couldn’t decide if the zealot acted differently on purpose or if it was just him, giving the annoying brat more attention than he normally did. Morning prayers carried out half-naked were the most frustrating of all. Kakuzu never before had the urge to pay any attention to the bizarre ceremonies, so he couldn’t tell if they had always been like this. Hidan being so evidently ecstatic as he mouthed silent words, eyes rolling back, sweat and sometimes blood glistening on his slender neck, muscles flexing on his sculptured chest…
Since the incident with Cloud, he caught himself looking at his partner more often. And always, every time, the priest was looking back. If only the little idiot would have understood when he was told no… The whole episode should have been behind them now and forgotten. But if an idea got stuck in his one-tracked mind, he refused to let it go. No wonder that he was so obsessed with his stupid religion.
For being an S-ranked missing nin and a supposed priest of a supposed god, Hidan had next to no self-restraint. He only concentrated on what he wanted at the given moment, and he couldn’t be deterred by anything. Kakuzu tried to talk a few times about Kumogakure’s attack – they obviously knew who Hidan was and about his so called immortality – but the priest didn’t seem to care the slightest. He was too occupied with Jashin and with forcing some reaction out of Kakuzu. Probably there was no space in his tiny brain for a third thought.
It’s a lucky thing that at least I know what self-control is. The masked man sighed in aggravation as he stepped away from Hidan and started to descend on the scarp. Every time he was tempted – either to kill Hidan, or fuck him, or when the zealot managed to
really make him mad, both – he just had to remind himself that if the little idiot was irritating now, how much more so he would be after getting what he wanted.
“Tell me Kakuzu,” Hidan interrupted his thoughts “why do we have to keep staying in such dump holes? Camping for three weeks in the wild and still we can’t visit a normal town.”
“If you have paid any attention on the last meeting you would know that this is where we get the details of our next mission. And maybe we can get some information on your captors as well. Not to mention that bigger towns are more expensive…”
“You miser. I can’t understand your fixation with money, Kakuzu.
Money,” he spat the word like it was burning his tongue “dissolves, flows away, until nothing is left in its wake. How come that you found nothing more significant in what, a hundred and seventy years?”
“Don’t be cheeky,
brat. If by some miracle you will live half of the years I had, you will find that it’s only money that has an everlasting power. Jutsu, techniques… always a stronger one is created.
Religions,” he made sure Hidan could hear
his distaste “disappear without trace once their believers are no longer strong enough. There’s one thing that resists time, and that is the omnipotence of money.”
Hidan stopped in his track. Kakuzu could feel his outraged gaze trying to burn a hole through his back and was prepared for an attack, the standard reply from the priest to their disagreements. This time however Hidan surprised him with catching up with him without any rampage.
“That’s a fucked up logic, Kakuzu. I was given immortality by Jashin – I know what his power means. You say I will change my mind if I have lived half of what you did. You know what? Let’s make a bet. If in fifty years I will still think the same – you lose.”
“I sincerely hope that after half a century I won’t be still stuck with you. But let’s imagine the worst, and say that I won’t find a way to silence you forever by then. What do you want to bet in?”
“If you lose, and you will, you give me all the money you hauled together,” he laughed when Kakuzu visibly shuddered at that idea. “If I would lose, uhm…”
“
When you lose,” Kakuzu took over, “you will publicly deny your idiotic deity.”
“Hey, even the suggestion is blasphemy!”
“Not so confident that you will be such the humble servant of your Jashin in fifty years?”
“Of course I am!” Hidan glared at him, before sticking out his hand. “So be it. It’s a whiz!”
He found Hidan’s palm unexpectedly soft when they shook hands. Someone who wielded a two handed weapon in battle should have callouses the very least. But as he had a body that was able to heal even the gravest injuries - he shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course even with that self-healing ability he wasn’t likely to survive fifty years, the reckless way he always fought his battles. The boy – and he wasn’t more than that, compared to Kakuzu – could think of himself as someone unable to die, but Kakuzu well knew that real immortality didn’t exist. Simply there were people like him, who were
very hard to destroy.
“You can let me go now,” Hidan grinned at him and Kakuzu, angry that his thoughts carried him away so, jerked his hand back. Insolent nitwit. He surely wouldn’t shed a tear when death came for him in the end.
He continued his descend at neck breaking speed, definitely not thinking about religious fanatics dying at young age, nor about cheeky grins or soft, warm palms. He pretended not to have heard Hidan sniggering behind him as he followed.
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Hidan looked around in the raunchy room with unmasked disgust. Kakuzu’s standard of their accommodation was always low, but this must be pushing even those limits. Granted, it was cheap – but they could have stayed at a piggery and no one would have noticed the difference.
“You don’t want to stray here, do you?”
“Hmm? What’s your problem?”
“You have to ask? This place is revolting. Look at that wall… the beds… or the giant cockroaches in the loo.”
“This inn had the best prices in town.”
“Of course it had, as no one who can see or smell would enter it. That pretty much narrows down the possible clientage. Come on Kakuzu, the second cheapest would do.”
“You don’t have to stay. Feel free to rent a room wherever you want.”
“You very well know that I don’t have any money with me.” Hidan crossed his arms and looked on in disgust as Kakuzu sat down on one of the dirty beds. He was actually a bit surprised that nothing jumped out from under the covers.
“Bad luck,” the bastard was smirking, he could tell it despite the mask. “I suggest you to prey to Jashin, maybe he will create better room for you.
Free of charge.” “I hate you,” Hidan started with feeling. “All right asshole, you think you won this round, but if I catch any infections you will pay for the treatment!”
Of course no matter how much he whined, they stayed. He could just hope that their contact will show up soon and they wouldn’t have to spend too much time closed in there.
He even followed Kakuzu out to the town. By their usual routine Hidan usually stayed at the inn while the masked man explored the ground, but this time Hidan wanted to be out of their room as much as possible. Though what Kakuzu hoped to find in such a cesspool of a town Hidan couldn’t fathom. Hostile shinobi boring their assess off? A suitcase full of money hidden under one of the crumbling walls?
They went to the meeting-point first to look around. Hidan couldn’t remember who and when they were supposed to meet, always leaving the details to Kakuzu. He usually spent the Akatsuki meetings praying or daydreaming silently. The main reason he had joined the organization was for the potential of causing more destruction and thus serving his god even better. Tactics, scheming and finances just bored him. His partner was always up to date on these kind of shit, so there was no point with bothering with them anyway.
It looked like their contact wasn’t in the town yet, so he followed Kakuzu on his rounds though the streets, yawning in boredom. The masked man stopped now and then, trying to gather information he deemed important. Hidan amused himself with watching the faces of the poor misfortunates Kakuzu questioned. All of them seemed to be on the verge of wetting themselves in fear.
“Shi…shinobi? From Hi-Hidden Cloud?” stammered the bald innkeeper of the ‘Three Fat Cats’. Hidan looked around in envy – the place looked so much nicer than the one they were staying at. It was also pretty popular; the common room was stuffed with people although the night was still young. The guests kept shooting them intrigued or frightened glances, though few were stupid enough to stare at them openly.
“Yes. From Hidden Cloud. A tall, muscular woman with long, blond hair and two younger men. One of them had a tattoo over his eyebrow. Have you seen them?” Kakuzu leaned in closer to the sweating man, who started to tremble. He seemed too frightened to be able to utter a word. Kakuzu looked furious, Hidan noted with savage joy. If he got really angry not many from the pub would survive and finally Hidan could have some fun as well. He was itching to reach for his scythe for hours anyway.
The situation was saved, or spoiled, depending on how you looked at it, by one of the waitresses. She stepped up close to them, sparing Kakuzu a scared glance before quickly turning to Hidan.
“I think I remember them,” she smiled warmly at the priest. Hidan, whose mind was already on the upcoming massacre dragged himself back to the present and returned the smile a bit unsurely. She was a pretty little thing, with long brown hair and doe-eyes. Nice, bouncy tits as well, he noticed, glancing at her low cleavage.
“Have you heard what they were talking about? What they were planning?” Kakuzu started to question her immediately.
“N-no,” the girl shook her head timidly before quickly turning back to Hidan. She looked up at him from under long eyelashes, cheeks a tad flushed, smiling shyly. Hidan straightened his spine and puffed his chest out automatically – it’s been
ages since anyone flirted with him as Kakuzu usually scared off everyone from his vicinity. “I didn’t heard much, sir.”
“Tell me my darling, what you know of these Hidden Stone chaps.”
“Cloud. Hidden Cloud,” Kakuzu corrected him with a hiss.
“Whatever,” Hidan embraced the girl’s shoulders, pulling her close. She blushed a deeper shade of pink, but didn’t protest. Hidan winked at her. It’s been awhile since he had last made a virgin sacrifice to Jashin-sama. He looked down at the waitress’ round heaps thoughtfully and contemplated the possibility of her still being untouched. Well, luckily his god wasn’t picky when it came to sacrifices… Maybe something good will come off their staying in this lousy town. He dimly recognised the girl was talking, probably answering his question.
“… only stopped for a drink. They were checking a map, I believe, looking for something. Didn’t hear anything much, there’s been quite a crowd that day.”
“That’s all?” Kakuzu asked gruffly.
“Ye-yeah…”
“Don’t worry honey, that’s…” Hidan couldn’t finish the sentence as his partner grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the building.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing? Couldn’t you see that she liked me?”
“I saw. However we would draw unnecessary attention to ourselves if come tomorrow the girl’s headless corpse would be found. We keep a low profile for now, waiting for the contact and collecting information. After we are finished you can come back to play.”
“This is not a game you prick! Jashin-sama needs his sacrifices.”
Of course no matter what he said, Kakuzu didn’t care the slightest. He brought them some horribly looking, cheap take-away for dinner and ushered him back to the shabby inn. Hidan sat down gingerly on the edge of the squeaking bed and prodded the contents of the box with suspicion. It didn’t look fit for human consumption, but pointing that out wouldn’t make any difference... Maybe he really should get some money… But no… he chased the idea away. Pursuing material needs didn’t fit a holy man like him.
He looked up at Kakuzu with a sigh. His partner had shed his Akatsuki cloak, his mask and hood and was taking slow bites of the mushy rice. Hidan had never thought about it before, but he didn’t look half bad when not being covered up completely. He wasn’t any less intimidating, but certainly not so… unapproachable. Hidan broke into a predatory grin. This hovel made him forgot temporary, but he remembered now that he had a mission. He had to seduce Kakuzu.
“Well, this muck can’t possibly get any more inedible if it gets cold,” he announced. “I’m going to have a shower first.” He stood up and unclasped his cloak. From the corner of his eyes he saw Kakuzu’s glance sweep over his chest and turn away only when he started to unbutton his trousers.
I’ll get you old man, you know you can’t resist me. His joy deflated quickly when he entered the bathroom. The only thing making him step under the mouldy shower was the thought that even if Kakuzu could turn his eyes away from his naked body, his
wet, naked body would be surely too much for him. Warily he turned the tap, and started to scrub away the dirt of their travel. His arm that Kakuzu had amputated and sawn back was still bloody at some places. Probably he would need to wash out his cloak as well…
The shower was really nice, and if he closed his eyes he could relax despite the appearance of the bathroom. He would take his time he decided, and use up all the warm water. His mind wandered back to the busty waitress then without any obvious connection between the two, to Kakuzu. His hand slid lower, rubbing at his flat abdomen.
Kakuzu with his mask and hood off, naked, lying on a bed. His cock gave a little twitch, and Hidan leered down at it, now washing his silvery pubic hair. They would have their fun soon enough.
Kakuzu, spread out and open, muscles flexing under his dark, scarred skin as Hidan thrusts into him. He moaned as his cock started to hardened at the thought.
Kakuzu, for once not smirking or scowling, but looking at Hidan with lust and want and appreciation. He gave into temptation and closed his fist around his stiffened flesh, giving it a teasing pull. When had it become important how the old bastard looked at him, he wondered…
Something big and slimy fell on his shoulder. Hidan gave a shrill cry and jumped back. He slipped, got caught in the dump shower curtain, which come off and dropped on his head. He fought for balance for a long moment, before landing ungracefully on his ass.
Kakuzu rushed in with a kunai in his hand, obviously expecting someone invading the bathroom. His disbelieving glance fell on Hidan, who was struggling out of the embrace of the curtain and cursing loudly. The priest felt his face heat up in embarrassment. Some days it looked like that no matter what he did, he always managed to belittle himself in front of his partner.
“Something jumped on me!” he hastened to explain his situation. “From the window!”
Kakuzu raised an eyebrow, then leaning in under the still flowing water he pinned the attacker on his knife. It was a wizened, fusty washing sponge, probably left behind by one of the previous inhabitants of their room.
Hidan, now standing and curtain-free, tried to return his partner’s mocking stare with a blank face.
“I told you this place is disgusting. I finished washing,” saving the remains of his dignity, he swept out with his head held high.
He heard Kakuzu turning the water off and coming out after him. He caught the grey towel thrown at him by reflex.
“Dry yourself. You are dripping all over the place,” Hidan eyed his partner in suspicion. The corners of the stitched mouth were twitching, as if the heathen miser was fighting down laughter. Peeved, Hidan turned his nose up and started to rub his hair dry. When he realized that the other man still hadn’t moved from the bathroom door he pulled the towel away and peered at him.
Kakuzu was leaning against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on Hidan. The look the older man eyed him with sent shivers down his spine. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but it wasn’t simple desire either. That was a look of a predator, ready to jump on his prey. Hidan had only seen that stare from him once before, when they had managed to hunt down a wanted shinobi worth a peculiarly high bounty. Being the target of that look made him want to reach for his scythe, but resisted the urge. He won’t attack, he told himself, at least not the way as if in a battle.
When Kakuzu advanced on him slowly, Hidan involuntarily took a defensive position, bending his knees slightly, ready for a punch just as much as something more pleasurable. He shivered again from excitement and licked his suddenly dry lips. Kakuzu’s eyes focused on his tongue and mouth but his face remained unreadable.
When he stopped at arm’s length Hidan found that he didn’t care that much what was coming. Should they fight or should they fuck – both promised to be painful but delightful as well. He was ready for both, but Kakuzu remained motionless, as if he wasn’t sure either how should he proceed.
Hidan wasn’t known for his patience under the best circumstances. Right now he was naked, dripping water and hard again – so he was more impatient than ever. He lasted about half a minute before he swung into action, not certain himself whether he wanted to drag the teasing old miser close or knock him out.
Kakuzu grabbed his wrist before he could reach him. Hidan let his body turn with the motion and kicked the other man’s side full force. Excited laughter bubbled up from him, just to find all of his breath squeezed out of him a second later, as Kakuzu smashed him against the wall.
A stitched arm pushed his neck against the mouldy wallpaper with such pressure that his vision started to grey out. He tried to kick the other away, but he didn’t have the space to give force into the movement. Kakuzu grabbed his leg with ease and lifted up his whole body until the priest found himself standing on only the tiptoes of one leg.
It was infuriating, being immobilized so effortlessly, but not that much to keep him from appreciating the way their bodies were now touching. He could feel Kakuzu’s hard on even though the rough material of his trousers, pushing against his naked thigh with impatience.
As much as he could in his awkward position he arched his shoulders back, pushing his groin against the other man. Kakuzu’s fingers dug into his flesh with such force that Hidan was sure he drew blood.
Fuck, yes, he thought hazily, pushing his hips up, trying to get more friction.
Finally. A second later he found himself on the ground as Kakuzu released him and stepped away. Anger flaring up, he yanked the legs of his pants so hard that he tore it.
“Where the bloody fuck you think you going?” he hissed up at the bastard.
“This is a bad idea,” despite the obvious tent in his trousers, Kakuzu sounded calm. As if it wasn’t him pushing Hidan against the wall a moment ago, ready to fuck him.
“Oh, really? This tells otherwise,” fast as lightning he reached out and grabbed the other’s stiffened cock. He saw the red-green eyes lose focus for a second. Pressing his advantage he quickly shifted to his knees and opened the other’s trousers. But before he could reach inside Kakuzu grabbed his wrists and yanked him up from the ground.
“Hidan! Think for once…”
“I can think till the end of my bloody
life you motherfucker, but still wouldn’t get what your problem is!”
“It would be against all of my rules…”
“Rules? Since when have you started to have any bloody rules…?”
“I’m not fucking someone I have to work with afterwards. It’s bad for business.”
“What a cretin rule is
that?” Hidan shouted at him, face red. “You just made this up right now, I bet! Or if you didn’t - you will still make an exception with me.”
“The last person on earth who I want to make an exception is with is
you!” Kakuzu snarled back. “Just look at yourself, you are nothing but an idiot
child, throwing a tantrum when not getting what you wanted! I’m fed up with you. I’m going out – pull yourself together by the time I’m back!” With that he picked up his cloak and mask and fled the room.
Hidan followed him, screaming profanities and threats. A few doors opened and sleepy guests peered out. One look at the rampaging, naked priest convinced all of them to quickly pull their heads back and lock themselves in.
After Kakuzu was gone Hidan stormed back to their room and thrown himself down on the bastard’s bed. Fuming, but not any less horny, he started to jerk off with fast, furious movements.
Kakuzu trussed up, helpless and crying like a sissy as Hidan fucks his ass. He came in no time and smeared the goo from his palm on the other’s pillow with childish joy.
“We are not yet finished, you bitch,” he muttered as he stepped under the shower again. “I’ll get you, I swear, Jashin help me. You can be a stubborn prick, but I’m still better than you.”
More to come…
