Stitches

Its been a long time since I’ve written so I made a PWP songfic to help get out some violent visions of mine. Kakuzu and Hidan do not belong to me yadda yadda. Song = Stitches by Orgy.
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//Someday soon you'll find that someone
Waiting for the chance to beat you
Drooling on the set to feel you//

“You know, you’d be worth quite a lot of money like this,” to profit from this or to keep it all to himself. Kakuzu was greedy – a choice like this was truly evil.

There was no usual bite-back, a wire mouth trap ensured that. It pried open those snappy arrogant lips and compressed that mouthy tongue where only drool slipped out - cheek bones embossed when his jaw muscles convulsed in failed attempts to close his mouth and catch the stringy fluid. It was a beautiful thing to watch him struggling unable to spit out those loud vulgarism’s he so admired, the only noises admitting were the sucked back breaths. Shackled hands pulled but there was no give-way; metal thorns embedded his palms and wrapped around the wrist in sharp barbed wire and with each struggle blood poured heavily down that pristine white skin, a strikingly beautiful image even someone such as he could enjoy. Heavy chains pulled him upwards with a row of hooks-five or six-pulled through the flesh of his back; all hanging the lithe exposed figure suspended in air; He kind of looked like Jesus.

Bloody fucking Jesus hung high just for him – didn’t he feel special.

//Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me
So precious, loving the thrill//

Hand bound around a hanging ankle ripping the figure from his invisible cross. Hooks tore through the flesh as the body dropped to the ground in its own pool of blood. A sharp gasp emitted, the blonde’s jaw tugging again in an attempt to curse. It only lead to pointless struggle, seemed like Jesus never learned. Blood, sweat and tears sheathed his vision from the incoming blow hard enough to roll the him on to his stomach. He coughed a few times, violet hues stayed screwed shut and breathed a long inhale - his nose tickling with the smell of his own blood. Hidan knew this was only the beginning, the give of air wouldn’t last long. A crack of skin opening whiplashed through the stale air of the room, thin panting cries were smothered and choked with a strong hand pressing that pretty little face into the thick red liquid below. A low groaning hiss was heard from the symphony of blood wrenching cries as sharp green orbs glared deeply at body below; the thick wounds running deep down that perfectly curved back, those slender bound wrists and palms scratching and clawing at the tarnished wood. These noises, these actions, considered a sign to stop for anyone but Hidan. Kakuzu knew differently – even they had their similarities. Hidan was also greedy, ever so impossible to satisfy.

//Rolling dice and seeming queer,
Bastard love, a sick affair
Let's see what new disease you'll fetch
I mean that fucking you is strange
And adored by me throughout//

Scarlet stained tresses pulled back with an iron fist as dark stitched skin dipped down to greet the silenced preacher. A slow curl formed over the corners of his lips tugging at the stitching as those green daggers watched the watery pools hidden behind sharp metal wire. The lustful fear embedded in those ever cocky eyes… small trembles from blood loss running throughout his body… bloody fucking divine.

The sound of wooden beads broke the silent heated pants of the one below. A broader more tan hand wrapped and forcefully closed the pale fingers around the beads bringing his lips to the shell of one ear. Violets left those emeralds and slowly looked down at his crucified hand. A malicious smile cracked over Kakuzu’s lips, black threads slid from the open cavern slowly ringing around the pale white neck. His body adjusted the one’s below as more threads sharply slithering over the other body binding him in place – two or three crept down the crease of his ass prying the two white cheeks apart, slithering further through soft blond hairs and tightly coiling around the base of his cock.

“Pray.”

//So precious you know
This hate of mine exploded
I'm so deranged you know//

He obeyed, fist clenched the beads tightly. Body sickening with sweat as rough coil rubbed deep against his erection. Heart pulsing rapidly already knowing the next move at hand. Immediate silence - A breathless gasp chocked back when air restraining cords pressed against his esophagus, eyes open wide and tears running down the white skin dripping watery blood from his chin, some mixing with the stringy drool as his body was dryly penetrated. Raw flesh tore inside of him causing battered fists to slam against the floor - barbed wire digging right down to the bone. Another low moan emitted above as threads tightened around the body below, the sound of skin crackling against bone with each ruthless thrust ricocheted through the air. Shoulders tried to rise against the binds that controlled him and head hung low gasping for air, wet white locks sticking to battered flesh and wire as shaking fingers shifting the beads in prayer.

It couldn’t be held anymore, the black threads bleeding and draining the wounds they inflicted, carving into the milky skin… his jaw tensed tugging at the wire that hooked in his mouth chocking out a moan. A strong fist came at the back of the blonds skull smashing it hard into the tainted wood, the other hand grasping slender hipbones tightly in fierce dominance. Brows knitted in an expression of pain as his head rose slowly again with a long agonized plea for air. Body weakly trembling in a heavy coat of sweat about to give out from the brutal force rawly tearing inside of him, mercilessly devouring his beaten body.

The stretch of sweat and blood was intoxicating, eyes rolled back and stomach tightened and each painful gagging cry became thinner and thinner yet. A single thread slid up the moist slit of his cock catching the drippings of bloody precum. It took one last hit, the rust caused fists to clench and shocking cold bolts ran through his body – a weak choked moan as he felt the explosion of cum inside him. The paste white figure dropped fallen limp against the binds of black rope passing out from the intensity of his orgasm.

//Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me
So precious, loving the thrill//