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“Jinchuuriki. Have you ever fought a Jinchuuriki, Kakuzu?”
The masked Akatsuki shot his partner a half annoyed, half curious glance. Hidan was no longer shivering as he walked just a step behind him and it seemed his neck also healed up completely. In the heat of argument about the cloaks Kakuzu
accidentally broke it. The act had the benefit that at first Hidan couldn’t speak - then he was peeved enough not to want to say a word. But all miracles have to come to an end…
“I have. With your… predecessor,” who hadn’t been, now that he thought about it, halfway as irritating as the priest. But he couldn’t have known it at the time when he had left the guy in a ditch, gutted.
“So… what was it like?”
“Strong,” Kakuzu concluded. He was a bit surprised at Hidan’s questioning. He wasn’t one to usually prepare for his battles.
“Good. Jashin needs a worthy sacrifice.”
“Listen,” he stopped and turned to face his partner. “Our instructions are straightforward. We are not to kill, just to incapacitate it, so Akatsuki can use the demon’s powers.”
“You must be fucking joking! There’s only one acceptable ending for a fight– and that is the total annihilation of the enemy! What a bloody blasphemous…”
Kakuzu silently counted to ten as Hidan got carried away in one of his raging tirades. When he failed to get any less annoyed he grabbed the front of the priest’s still wet cloak to silence him by force. This time however Hidan was obviously expecting his move. Kakuzu froze in mid motion as he felt the sharp tip of the sacrificial pike pressing in between his ribs, tearing just into his flesh.
“Now listen, you heathen, swollen-headed, arrogant old dick!” Hidan sputtered inches from his face. “I’m fed up with your continuous interruptions! Anger me further and you can wander on with one less of your wizened hearts! Or if my hand slips… with five less.”
Kakuzu studied the violet eyes now darkened over in rage. He wasn’t afraid of the priest, being absolutely sure that he would easily win if a fight turned serious between them. He might not be able to actually kill the priest – but he could make him regret the day he was born and wish he had never been granted his so-called immortality.
It annoyed him that no matter how many times he promised the idiot that he would send him to hell he never really acted on his threat, though he couldn’t explain why. This was more irritating than the continuous ranting, cursing and dumb religiousness… Hidan’s mystic power with which he managed to keep Kakuzu from doing any serious harm to him. He knew very well that he could have caused the zealot much worse injuries than the occasional neck-breaking or throttling. He was sure that Hidan knew this as well.
He pushed away the priest in anger with enough force to make him stumble back a few steps. He saw on his snarling, flushed face that he was furious as well, not just keen on provoking Kakuzu like most times he attacked him. Still, the older man turned away to start on the road again. He realized his mistake in the next second.
Hidan raised the pike to his lips and licked the blood from the tip –
his blood, drawn when the priest had pressed the weapon against his chest. Kakuzu pivoted on his heels and charged as his partner’s skin turned to black.
If I give him the chance to draw his cursed symbol I can really lose a heart, he realized.
Hidan ducked his first kick and sprinted farther. Kakuzu saw him sinking the weapon into his own arm, spilling blood to draw his god’s icon. There was nothing else to do, he had to keep attacking to keep him from finishing the ritual.
This time however Hidan was serious and wasn’t going down easily. Kakuzu soon found that he was actually enjoying the fight as it started to prove a challenge. Though he didn’t utilize any of his more serious techniques. He didn’t need them against someone like
Hidan.
He crouched low to avoid the swung of the scythe that would have beheaded him but couldn’t quite block a kick that had him staggering a step back. The priest uttered his customary shrill cry, filled with bloodlust and insanity as he pirouetted in the air and tried to sink his weapon into Kakuzu’s stomach. The masked shinobi sidestepped just in time, so the attack turned out mostly harmless, the tips of the three blades barely catching his side. He grabbed the hilt of the scythe and gave it a hard pull.
Would Hidan had been at his senses enough to let his weapon go, he might had the chance to get the upper hand still. But he was never one to keep a cool head in a fight, no matter how many times Kakuzu called him an idiot for that. He retained his dead grip on the scythe which made him lose his footing and collide with Kakuzu. Both of them fell to the ground, the older shinobi on his back and the priest halfway on top of him. Hidan tried to free his weapon to attack again, but Kakuzu seized his wrist. The fight was over – there was no way for the zealot to win from this position – but when he was filled with lust to kill like this he completely lost his ability to assess the situation.
Kakuzu used his Earth Spear Technique to harden his skin and increased the pressure on Hidan’s wrist, grinding the bones together until he could feel they were about to break. The priest yelled – more in frustration than in pain – as his grip loosened on his weapon despite his will.
He attacked with his free hand, his fingers bended like talons as if he wanted to gouge out Kakuzu’s eyes. He clawed three bloody arcs from temple to chin into his skin, tearing off his mask before Kakuzu managed to capture his other wrist as well.
“Give up!” he panted.
“Against you? Never!” Still under the effects of the Jashinist ritual Hidan’s face was a savage mask with his black skin and white markings. He was snarling like a rabid animal as he tried to free himself. Kakuzu increased the pressure of his grip further.
“Give up, or I won’t leave a whole bone in your body!”
Hidan headbutted him. The skin above Kakuzu’s eyebrow split open and his eyes lost focus for a moment. The priest went completely wild – as he couldn’t use his hands he kicked and bit, trashing to get out of his partner’s grasp. Kakuzu was momentarily surprised by the vehement and rather un-ninja like attack.
However when he felt Hidan’s sharp teeth sinking into his neck – with the apparent intent of tearing out his windpipe – he had enough. He let his threads burst out from under his stiches and wove them tightly around the priest’s crushed wrists. His hands thus freed he grabbed the other’s silvery hair and forced his head back.
“Give. Up!” he repeated. “Just admit: you are no match for me.”
“To hell with you Kakuzu! Jashin will rot your…”
“
Shut up Hidan, or I’ll stich up your filthy mouth!”
The priest just made an angry grunt and doubled his efforts to break free. Kakuzu tangled his threads over his legs as well, forcing the raging idiot flat against him. Hidan was still trying to thrash, though he was barely able to move any longer. His skin slowly turned back to its normal tone as his ritual remained unfinished.
For an endless moment they laid there, staring at the other in boiling fury. Kakuzu’s face was throbbing painfully where Hidan clawed it. Blood kept dripping into his left eye from above his eyebrow and he wished for a free hand to wipe it away. He was well aware that he let this quarrel go too far. He could have stopped Hidan at the beginning with ease, never giving the priest a chance to even touch him.
He could have said that he underestimated the hot-headed little idiot, but if he was honest with himself – and he usually was – he didn’t mind the hand-to-hand fight. Nor did he mind the way they were laying now, practically sandwiched together on the ground. And hell, but he even enjoyed infuriating his partner to his cracking point.
Hidan didn’t act defeated even immobilized like this. Probably he was just too stupid to know when to give up. His hands and legs kept twitching as he still tried to free himself and if looks could kill, Kakuzu would have been nothing but a cold body by now.
“Just face it, brat,” Kakuzu pushed himself up on one elbow, forcing the priest’s head back further still to retain eye contact “that you will never be able to best me.”
“One day I will get you Kakuzu,” Hidan was wheezing with his fruitless efforts of trying to break free. “And that day I will send your filthy, heathen soul to Jashin!”
“That’s never going to happen, it’s time for you to realize that.”
“I’m better then you! Jashin-sama leads me…”
“You are week and week is your god as well! He shouldn’t have chosen such a useless imbecile as his priest, maybe than…”
Hidan went completely wild at that, just as Kakuzu expected him to react. But the little shit deserved it for making his life so unbearable lately. Kakuzu pulled his head even further back to the point where it was a miracle that he wasn’t tearing out the other’s hair or snapping his neck. He threw a leg over Hidan’s thighs, immobilizing him completely.
He could feel Hidan’s body radiating heat even through his still damp clothes. Pressed together so completely Kakuzu couldn’t deny the effect he was having on him. He couldn’t quite resist pushing up his hips against the other’s flexing thigh.
The way Hidan suddenly stopped struggling and looked down at him with eyes narrowed to slits told him that the movement registered in his brain. Kakuzu’s body, seemingly on its own accord moved again, pressing his stiffening cock against Hidan. Lust replaced blood thirst in the violet eyes as the zealot tried to move to meet Kakuzu’s thrusts.
“Let me go,” he attempted to pull his hands free from the threads, but the older man ignored him. He yanked on Hidan’s hair again, forcing his head downwards this time to sink his teeth into the tender skin of his neck deep enough to taste blood. The priest yelled and shuddered from head to toe.
“Let my hands go,” he demanded again and this time Kakuzu humored him and pulled his threads back. Hidan immediately started to work on the buttons of his cloak. When his hands went to his trousers, first cupping his erection through the material then starting to impatiently unleash it, Kakuzu stopped him.
“What it is now?” he asked in a slightly high pitched voice.
“We are at the middle of the road,” Kakuzu was satisfied to hear his own voice even. “Anyone can come this way.”
“Let them come. Maybe they will pay for the show,” Hidan cackled.
Kakuzu shook his head and stood up, dragging Hidan with him. At least one of them should have enough self-restraint, he thought, gritting his teeth, not to push their pants down where anyone could surprise them. He walked into the woods, Hidan following him.
“If you dare not to finish once again what you have started, Jashin help me, I’ll…”
Without a word he grabbed Hidan and pushed him against a tree, pressing their bodies together again. He couldn’t repress a moan and the contact. Hidan laughed, a bit breathlessly and in the next instant his hand was in Kakuzu’s pants, freeing his erection and wrapping strong fingers around it.
“Finally,” he panted, hips gyrating against his partner’s “the fuck knows what took you so long… so bloody long… you want this just as much, don’t you?”
“Do you ever shut up?” Kakuzu grinded out, even as he gripped Hidan’s ass and pulled him closer. Hidan pulled his hand back, quickly unclasping his own cape and pushing down his trousers. Grabbing Kakuzu’s shoulders and stood up on his tiptoes to rub their cocks together.
With their bodies pressed flat against each other, chests sweaty, hips thrusting into the nonexistent space between them Kakuzu felt the climax of his arousal approaching in no time. Hidan was clinging to his neck, one leg raised high, feet dangling at level with Kakuzu’s ass, as if trying to climb him. He was panting in his ear, muttering curses, pleas or just simply gibberish, the older man couldn’t quite tell. The pace was too fast, too hurried, but since the first attack of Cloud’s hunters the air vibrated with tension between them. Rushed as the act was like this at least it promised quick satisfaction – and that was what he really wanted.
With a growl he grabbed Hidan’s hand and pulled it back to his cock. Luckily the priest obeyed the wordless command for once and wrapped his fingers around his member. His other hand roamed his shoulders and upper back. Finding his stiches he tried to push his fingers underneath them. Failing that he gave an unhappy whine and settled for digging his nails into the skin on his back. Kakuzu hissed even as he pushed his own hand between their bodies and mirrored the priest’s movements. His left grabbed Hidan’s tight ass, hoisting him higher up, fingers pushing in between the cheeks.
“No, wait,” Hidan protested “I’m going to… not yet…”
Ignoring the babble, Kakuzu pressed against his entrance, a digit just slipping into the puckered hole. The priest yelled “
Jashin!” somewhat to his annoyance as his cock twitched against Kakuzu’s palm. He came, splattering their stomachs and chests. The older shinobi gave a few more thrusts into his grip before finding his release as well.
For a long moment they just stood there, both of them panting hard. Kakuzu supported himself against the tree with one hand as Hidan was clinging to his neck with practically all of his weight. When the priest finally disentangled his arms the older man stepped away and tucked himself back into his trousers. Not just his crotch but his stomach, and thus his shirt as well were sticky. He fleetingly marvelled on the benefits if one, like his partner, didn’t wear anything on their chest.
Hidan was now leaning against the tree and didn’t seem to mind at all that his pants were still around his ankles. He looked up at Kakuzu from under half lidded eyes and with a cheeky grin.
“Well Kakuzu, that was… quick.”
He just raised one eyebrow as an answer for that. Taking off his soiled shirt he tried to wipe himself clean as much as possible.
“I mean intensive. Hey, give that to me as well, I’m sticky everywhere.” Kakuzu tossed the top at him, and Hidan finally did up his pants, after wiping off the sticky white patches. “I don’t say this as a complaint, but next time…”
Kakuzu turned his back on him without a word and went back to the road for his scattered belongings. His problem-free, after-orgasm mood was evaporating. He was annoyed that Hidan got him to lose his self-restraint so.
There will be no next time no matter what the priest assumed, he decided, although even in his own mind it didn’t sound terribly convincing. Maybe he should have gotten more out of it, if it was really a one-time thing… He shook his head in anger, trying to get the younger man out of his thoughts. To hell with the whole damned Akatsuki regulations that didn’t let him work alone…
He picked up his mask from the ground and patched it up quickly though he would really need to get a new one after this.
“Hey, before you put that on,” Hidan stepped up to him “Wait, half of your face is all bloody,” somewhat to his shock the priest licked his fingers and started to rub off the now dried patches with his spit.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kakuzu grabbed his hand as he regained his senses a moment later.
“Huh? What’s your problem now? As you have so wisely pointed out we are at the middle of a road. If anyone comes this way and sees you like this they will run away screaming in fear.”
“Listen you little… don’t make the mistake to think that you can get away with more from now on. Do you understand?” without waiting for an answer he spun around and marched off, silently fuming. Hidan of course fell in step with him immediately.
“Of course Kakuzu. I wouldn’t dream of it.”
~o~o~o~o~
Hidan was in a sunny mood whole day. He could hardly keep himself from reminding Kakuzu that he lost their little game. As Hidan was sure he would.
Heathen old bastard now have to admit that I’m just too good to be ignored. He surely wouldn’t continue to resist after this… but if he would… in that case Hidan just had to make sure that he wouldn’t be able to get up and leave.
Though his mind’s eyes he could see Kakuzu laying pinned to the ground in Jashin’s symbol and shivered in delight. Kakuzu defenceless to whatever Hidan wanted to do to him – was there a more exciting fantasy than that? He thought back to their fight and the way Kakuzu managed to immobilize him with such ease but that just fuelled his lust further. This way or that – so many wonderful possibilities awaited them, all of them desirable. It was high time to present a substantial sacrifice to Jashin – sama to thank him for the partner he had given him. If he could just convert Kakuzu to his religion as well so he would mind something else, not just his bloody finances… Wouldn’t that be heaven on earth?
Darkness had closed around them almost completely by the time Kakuzu stopped and announced it was time for them to make their camp for the night. He had been even more silent than usual whole day, but for once Hidan didn’t mint it much, caught up as he was in daydreaming.
They left the road and fought through the undergrowth until the masked man finally deemed a clearing suitable for their night’s rest. After the usual argument on whether they should light a fire or not, Hidan’s standpoint won – it was already autumn after all, and nights started to be fucking cold. If anyone would be suicidal enough to attack them, they could beat them down without doubt, so soon a cheery little fire was burning on the clearing.
“I’m sure your old bones are glad for the warmth as well,” Hidan smiled as his partner sat down close to the flames. Kakuzu just shot him an annoyed glare before he pulled a book from his pack and started to scrutinize the pages.
“Is that the Bingo book again? I thought you knew everybody in it by heart,” then as no reply came: “Hey Kakuzu, want to spend the night doing something more exciting?”
The red-green eyes flashed at his direction for a millisecond before returning to the book.
“No.”
Of course you do. Hidan started to unclasp his cloak. The other man didn’t look at his direction again, but also forgot to turn pages in his book. Hidan quickly took off his shoes and pants as well. Kakuzu only looked up when he crouched down next to him, completely naked.
“What do you think you are…”
“
You should shut up for a change, Kakuzu,” Hooking his fingers under that annoying mask he pulled it down under the older man’s chin and thoughtfully inspected his face. It wasn’t what you would call a pleasant complexion, with the continuous frown, the stiches and now the marks where Hidan clawed it earlier but he rather liked how fierce it looked. The strange eyes were looking at him coldly, calculating. He could practically hear the cogwheels turning in the other’s head, taking the pros and contras into account if he let Hidan carry on.
“Would you stop thinking for once?” the priest snapped.
“Not all of us were graced by an empty head by our god, Hidan.”
“Ha-blood-ha,” he started to unbutton Kakuzu’s cloak as well and the miser didn’t stop him. By the time he reached the leashes of his trousers, Hidan was fully aroused. After all he had been waiting for this whole day. Kakuzu didn’t make a move to stop him, but he wasn’t helping in undressing him either. Hidan looked up in frustration. The challenge he found in those assessing eyes were so clear as if the other man had said it out loud. Hidan could either manage to get a reaction out of him – or he would lose.
Flashing the bastard a self-confident smile he shifted until he was crouching between the muscled thighs. Kakuzu was half-hard already and when Hidan took him into his mouth he couldn’t repress a shiver.
I never lose, it’s high time you learn that. It’d been a while since Hidan last did this, and he never had that much of a practice, preferring to be on the receiving end, so he quickly found himself fighting for breath. The position wasn’t ideal either, as it put too much strain on his neck with Kakuzu sitting on the ground so that Hidan had to bend low before him. Rocks bit into his knees and arms but he wasn’t about to give up just because a bit of discomfort. Glancing up at Kakuzu’s face he saw his eyes were closed and his eyebrows drawn together, as if he was concentrating hard on something. He was still holding back, Hidan realized. That just wouldn’t do.
He smiled as wildly as he could around the cock in his mouth. He ran his hands up on the inside of Kakuzu’s thighs before his fingers found the heavy balls, cupping and caressing them. He almost chocked when the older man’s hips moved up sharply, forcing most of his prick down the priest’s throat.
Tears running down his cheeks, Hidan lifted his head. Kakuzu looked down at him with raised eyebrows.
“That’s it? Giving up already?”
“I’m not giving it up you fucking…” Hidan croaked and bent down back over the other’s crotch.
Kakuzu was now moving, trying to force the priest to go at the pace he wanted. Although this made Hidan’s task harder, he was still satisfied with this development. His partner might not have been bound as in his daytime fantasies, but after a fashion he was still at Hidan’s mercy. He didn’t mind that breath was hard to take as Kakuzu’s hips moved faster and faster or as his hands pushed down Hidan’s head to make him take his member in deeper. After all post-orgasmic Kakuzu had to be easier to handle than unsatiated Kakuzu… and then Hidan could have his fun at last.
But just as he thought that the other man would reach his peak, his calloused fingers grabbed fistfuls of his hair and forced his head back and off his cock.
“Kakuzu, you motherfucker, don’t pull my hair…” Hidan fall silent when he saw the expression on the other’s face. His teeth were bared in a snarl, nostrils flaring as he fought to keep his breathing even. Still his eyes were a tell-tale – they burned with hunger. Hidan licked his lips. He had never seen his partner so exciting before, though he also looked more dangerous than ever. He moved lightning fast and Hidan found himself on his stomach, pressed down to the cold ground. Strong hands pulled his hips back until he was half laying, half kneeling.
Kakuzu kneaded his ass, pulling his cheeks apart before pushing a finger in. Hidan hissed at the dry penetration, but pushed his hips back at the same time. He tried to look back over his shoulder, but Kakuzu leaned over him, putting most of his weight on his back and pushed his head down to the ground with his free hand. Spitting out a bit of dirt that got into his mouth, Hidan had to acknowledge that suddenly things weren’t heading to the direction he had planned. Not that is was altogether unexpected or unwelcome.
He wished he had thought ahead and brought some oil to ease the penetration when they had been in town. Kakuzu had now two fingers, barely wet with split up his ass, scissoring them with obvious impatience.
Hidan took a deep breath and tried to relax his muscles when Kakuzu – obviously not a big believer of getting his partners well prepared – pulled his fingers back and pressed something considerably larger against the priest’s hole. He sunk into him slowly but mercilessly, fucking into him with short little thrusts, not stopping until his balls pressed against Hidan’s ass.
The priest was gasping for air as his hands clawed the dirt beneath him. By Jashin, he forgot how fucking painful this could be.
“Hidan,” Kakuzu’s voice was hoarse. “Relax. You are too tight.”
“Like to see how could
you relax with a cock up your ass,” Hidan hissed, affronted. Still he tried, taking another deep breath, tension and pain ebbing away a little. Although he preferred to feel pain if he was the one inflicting it through his victims, he found that he didn’t mind it much coming from Kakuzu either.
“It’s not the first time that you…” Kakuzu started hesitantly, but his hips were still moving slightly as if he couldn’t quite stop himself. Hidan snorted.
“Thanks to Jashin, I always heal, as you well know…”
“So every time you’ll be like this?” Kakuzu sounded excited by the prospect. “You have chosen the wrong carrier… an ability like this would be worth a fortune in the right industry.” Hidan was too focused on the first part – which meant that Kakuzu did want to repeat this again – to immediately react to the second. When the meaning did register in his brain – which was way to fuzzy with pain and yearning for more - he snapped his head up and looked over his shoulder to glare at the bastard.
“What do you mean you bloody…” Kakuzu pulled out and thrust back forcefully and Hidan forgot about his indignation, head falling back to his folded arms and letting out a moan. It still hurt, but it wasn’t something that lessened his lust.
Kakuzu kneeled up and pulled Hidan’s hips back with him. The first thrust from this angle hit his prostate and Hidan shouted out, this time in pure ecstasy.
“Kakuzu! Right there! Harder…”
“Shut up, Hidan.”
Hidan didn’t shut up, but continued to gasp or yell out commands, some of them heeded, most of them ignored, but that really didn’t matter as Kakuzu kept hitting that soft spot inside him, making him see stars. Soon he was slamming into him with full force and Hidan gave up even on his semi-coherent words and stuck to keening and panting in delight.
When Kakuzu shuddered against him and filled his ass with his seed Hidan gave a whine of disappointment. But the next second his partner pulled him up (by the hair again, but the priest was past the point of protesting) until he was kneeling with his back against the other’s wild chest. Kakuzu grabbed his prick and gave it a few hard strokes and that was all it took. He yelled out his partner’s name as he came.
Kakuzu held him against his chest, his grip milking Hidan until the very last drop he could give. When he let him go, the priest slumped bonelessly forward, the cock slipping out of his ass with a lewd pop.
Kakuzu dropped down next to him. He was panting, Hidan heard with satisfaction. He wanted the bastard to lose control, to be unable to hold back, to break his stoic mask, and boy, did that plan work out most spectacularly. He raised his head and grinned at him.
“I won.”
“Shut up Hidan,” Kakuzu’s tone was mild. His hand rose to caress Hidan’s thigh, smearing the semen that had spilled down on it. The priest put his head back to his arms to hide the stupid little smile that broke out on his face at the surprisingly gentle touch. It felt…
nice.
“Come on Kakuzu,” he teased, but didn’t look up. “You can just admit that even though you have a misery, black soul you’ve begun to like me.”
“I said shut up.”
Hidan just laughed at that. He remained laying on his stomach on the cold ground, ignoring how uncomfortable it was as Kakuzu kept caressing his bum, thighs and back. Only when he pulled his hand back did Hidan stood up and went to gather his scattered clothing. He winced at how sticky his lower regions were as he dragged his pants back on. He really had to start to keep an extra pair around– he just washed them that morning and they were all dirty again.
