Ichigeki Hissatsu
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,055
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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To Masochism
To Masochism
When he learned he was going to be partnered with a money-hoarding Jew (not that he had anything against Jews) Hidan had been pissed. He hadn’t even met this Kakuzu and he was already searching out Pein to tell him he didn’t need a partner. Ironically, his partner had had the same idea and for a while, they’d stared at each other. Kakuzu, to Hidan, was ugly, head hidden beneath a hood and his hitai-ate and eyes a nasty black and solid white; even the lower half of his face was covered by a strap set into the hood, no doubt hiding some sort of deformity. Hidan had curled his lip in disgust and had promptly been punched in the face.
Perhaps they’d get along after all.
Most of their missions – besides finding, beat the shit out of, and capturing their biju – were money based, because Kakuzu said so. And if Hidan wanted to feed his need for pain, he did what he was told to do. He did it grudgingly, but he did it. Their relationship was a constant shifting power, a trading of submissive and dominate, and when Hidan pissed Kakuzu off enough, Kakuzu took him with the brutality of rape, though Hidan was ever willing.
Hidan could still remember the day their relationship changed from something living in hate to something thriving on mutual care for one another. Neither of them would admit to loving each other, both being way too proud, but they showed each other they cared, somehow. Hidan, on that day, had walked in on Kakuzu and had gotten a very good look at his body. Limbs were attached with red threads, skin pale and scared and beautiful. Dark hair brushed his shoulders and Hidan realized the face he stared at every day was an elaborate mask to hide Kakuzu’s true face. He was beautiful, sinfully so, and when Kakuzu turned to face his partner Hidan saw his eyes and was floored. The orbs were dark, depthless and ageless, ancient and haunted, telling Hidan Kakuzu had seen – and done – things that had hurt him profoundly enough for him to need to hide his face. He didn’t move, so Hidan seized the opportunity and tackled Kakuzu onto the bed.
He knew Kakuzu would kill him later, but with Kakuzu startled, Hidan took what was offered. He fucked Kakuzu - because there was really no other word to describe what he was doing to the elder man – until he finally got a cry and felt hot come against his hand, filling his partner with his own passion.
Kakuzu promptly kicked his ass and returned the favour.
Theirs wasn’t a romantic love life. They yelled and argued, cursed and fought, and everything ended with the two in bed, fucking. The only time the pair were truly intimate, when their true feelings came out was when Kakuzu had to sew Hidan together again. The stitches were always gentle, careful and precise and Hidan just enjoyed the sensation. Now he wouldn’t get to feel that again. Hidan took his time, clawing at the rubble that covered him, easing his way out of the hole. Oh, he hoped Kakuzu was alive. The man held so many secrets after all. Five hearts extra was common information, but he had a sixth incase he really did die. After all, why would you resign yourself to death when you’ve achieved a way to immortality? Hidan gave a heavy sigh and continued to work. Kakuzu would probably be unconscious. He doubted those damned Konoha nin would’ve destroyed the body, out more for revenge than assassination. Hidan’s hand broke through the dirt and he dug furiously, pushing through and taking a deep breath of air. He crawled out and shook himself, turning to spit on the hole. He had a partner to find.
He was amazed when he found Kakuzu, barely rotted but most decidedly dead. Hidan knelt to pull off the concealing mask Kakuzu used to cover his real face, tossed it aside, and bent to breathe life into his partner. A steady beat slowly began in Kakuzu’s chest, but Hidan didn’t wait around for the elder man to wake, hauling him up and carrying him off, stripping them of their Akatsuki cloaks and hitai-ates.
It would be much easier to pretend to be mauled travelers than rogue ninja. Besides, not a soul other than Hidan knew Kakuzu’s real face, so everything would work out. So Hidan hoped. After all, Akatsuki no doubt had listed them as dead and probably so had the Villages, so they were pretty much home free. They shuffled into a small village close to dusk and Hidan managed to find an abandoned house and slipped in, setting Kakuzu down on an old mattress left behind. Hidan watched the man sleep and stretched out beside him, sighing.
“Wake up, Kakuzu,” Hidan whispered as he closed his eyes, “I’m getting bored.”
The other man twitched hard as though he’d heard Hidan and the blonde smiled. It wouldn’t be too long now.
Hidan decided he’d start with a bite. That would piss Kakuzu off.
Hidan grinned and relaxed, deciding to be patient. They had all the time in the world after all.
When he learned he was going to be partnered with a money-hoarding Jew (not that he had anything against Jews) Hidan had been pissed. He hadn’t even met this Kakuzu and he was already searching out Pein to tell him he didn’t need a partner. Ironically, his partner had had the same idea and for a while, they’d stared at each other. Kakuzu, to Hidan, was ugly, head hidden beneath a hood and his hitai-ate and eyes a nasty black and solid white; even the lower half of his face was covered by a strap set into the hood, no doubt hiding some sort of deformity. Hidan had curled his lip in disgust and had promptly been punched in the face.
Perhaps they’d get along after all.
Most of their missions – besides finding, beat the shit out of, and capturing their biju – were money based, because Kakuzu said so. And if Hidan wanted to feed his need for pain, he did what he was told to do. He did it grudgingly, but he did it. Their relationship was a constant shifting power, a trading of submissive and dominate, and when Hidan pissed Kakuzu off enough, Kakuzu took him with the brutality of rape, though Hidan was ever willing.
Hidan could still remember the day their relationship changed from something living in hate to something thriving on mutual care for one another. Neither of them would admit to loving each other, both being way too proud, but they showed each other they cared, somehow. Hidan, on that day, had walked in on Kakuzu and had gotten a very good look at his body. Limbs were attached with red threads, skin pale and scared and beautiful. Dark hair brushed his shoulders and Hidan realized the face he stared at every day was an elaborate mask to hide Kakuzu’s true face. He was beautiful, sinfully so, and when Kakuzu turned to face his partner Hidan saw his eyes and was floored. The orbs were dark, depthless and ageless, ancient and haunted, telling Hidan Kakuzu had seen – and done – things that had hurt him profoundly enough for him to need to hide his face. He didn’t move, so Hidan seized the opportunity and tackled Kakuzu onto the bed.
He knew Kakuzu would kill him later, but with Kakuzu startled, Hidan took what was offered. He fucked Kakuzu - because there was really no other word to describe what he was doing to the elder man – until he finally got a cry and felt hot come against his hand, filling his partner with his own passion.
Kakuzu promptly kicked his ass and returned the favour.
Theirs wasn’t a romantic love life. They yelled and argued, cursed and fought, and everything ended with the two in bed, fucking. The only time the pair were truly intimate, when their true feelings came out was when Kakuzu had to sew Hidan together again. The stitches were always gentle, careful and precise and Hidan just enjoyed the sensation. Now he wouldn’t get to feel that again. Hidan took his time, clawing at the rubble that covered him, easing his way out of the hole. Oh, he hoped Kakuzu was alive. The man held so many secrets after all. Five hearts extra was common information, but he had a sixth incase he really did die. After all, why would you resign yourself to death when you’ve achieved a way to immortality? Hidan gave a heavy sigh and continued to work. Kakuzu would probably be unconscious. He doubted those damned Konoha nin would’ve destroyed the body, out more for revenge than assassination. Hidan’s hand broke through the dirt and he dug furiously, pushing through and taking a deep breath of air. He crawled out and shook himself, turning to spit on the hole. He had a partner to find.
He was amazed when he found Kakuzu, barely rotted but most decidedly dead. Hidan knelt to pull off the concealing mask Kakuzu used to cover his real face, tossed it aside, and bent to breathe life into his partner. A steady beat slowly began in Kakuzu’s chest, but Hidan didn’t wait around for the elder man to wake, hauling him up and carrying him off, stripping them of their Akatsuki cloaks and hitai-ates.
It would be much easier to pretend to be mauled travelers than rogue ninja. Besides, not a soul other than Hidan knew Kakuzu’s real face, so everything would work out. So Hidan hoped. After all, Akatsuki no doubt had listed them as dead and probably so had the Villages, so they were pretty much home free. They shuffled into a small village close to dusk and Hidan managed to find an abandoned house and slipped in, setting Kakuzu down on an old mattress left behind. Hidan watched the man sleep and stretched out beside him, sighing.
“Wake up, Kakuzu,” Hidan whispered as he closed his eyes, “I’m getting bored.”
The other man twitched hard as though he’d heard Hidan and the blonde smiled. It wouldn’t be too long now.
Hidan decided he’d start with a bite. That would piss Kakuzu off.
Hidan grinned and relaxed, deciding to be patient. They had all the time in the world after all.