... With a Vengeance

They fought constantly, that was expected. To be honest, Hidan was rarely phased by Kakuzu's harsh words, except when Jashin was brought up. His god being one of the few things in life he truly cared about, Hidan did not appreciate his "partner" calling said god false, and claiming the deity didn't exist. Kakuzu had let those words slip before, but only when he was utterly pissed off at the more religious of the two. He knew how much it bothered Hidan. He knew that, deep down, Hidan was afraid that he might be right. That the one thing he held sacred wasn't really there, that it was merely blind faith.

"You're going to hell with me." Kakuzu leaned back a bit as he continued to count his money distractedly.

"What? Fuck no, I'm not." Hidan glared at the bounty hunter from across the room. Any more provocation would send him into a rage.

"You don't think Jashin would do that, just to fuck with you?" Kakuzu continued. Bastard. He knew just what buttons to push. Hidan was silent a moment before bursting out with a "Fuck you, no he wouldn't." He was really going to do it this time, he was going to fucking destroy Kakuzu's hearts so he wouldn't have to deal with this blasphemous shit anymore.

Kakuzu was in the midst of saying something else when Hidan lunged at him, one of his ritualistic knives tight in his hand. His attempt to stab the boutny hunter was countered, Kakuzu quickly initializing his Iron Body technique. Hidan was far too enraged to care at this point and he rebounded, his strikes futile and almost pathetic in their desperation. Sure, Hidan had the potential to kill his partner, but at the momet he was just throwing a tantrum. Kakuzu shoved him away.

Hidan backed up and sat on the creaky bed, breathing heavily. He stabbed the mattress and turned to glare at Kakuzu. "Fucking cheapass, this bed is a piece of shit," he muttered. "Why don't you buy a new one? Fucker."

Kakuzu didn't respond, instead glancing up with those strange eyes at his partner. "The fuck you looking at?!" Hidan shot as the bounty hunter rose up and approached, still remaining silent. Hidan hated it when he didn't talk. And he knew what was about to come, if Kakuzu were allowed to come any closer. Right now, after he'd honestly offended the white-haired ninja? What audacity. "Fuck off, I'm not in the mood."

It wasn't as if they hadn't fucked before. But perhaps that was the wrong word; it was more like Kakuzu would simply brutalize him on a whim, using those disgusting black threads to secure his foul-mouthed victim in place. Hidan may have had the ability to break free if he truly wanted, though he didn't, instead struggling under the unforgivingly tight grasp of the threads while his partner desecrated him, made him feel like a filthy thing. It was shameless.

Kakuzu grabbed hold of Hidan's shoulders and pushed him onto his back, with little force until the other man started to resist. "I said I'm not in the fucking mood!" Hidan shouted, but Kakuzu now had him pinned down with all his strength. He stared into Hidan's eyes, those blazing reds that now glowered spitefully back as he demanded his partner say something. No dice. "I hate you, you fuck," Hidan snarled as Kakuzu began to unzip his Akatsuki cloak, still eyeing his prey with a detached lust, tossing the dark garment to the side as he began to work on Hidan's. Threads had already secured themselves around the devout's wrists and ankles to prevent his flailing, the writhing of a pallid body that was slowly becoming more revealed as the bounty hunter got rid of its covering. And now his own shirt was slid out of.

Kakuzu's body was a sight for sore eyes. His skin had lost the metallic quality and the stitching was now more obvious, dark ugly lines criscrossing all over his dark skin, some unnatural murky shade. Disgusting, even to Hidan. He squirmed uncomfortably under his freakish partner as said partner mused that he wished Hidan would stop bitching so much about things, as he finally removed the other's cloak. Hidan rolled his eyes. "Oh, really? Faggot. Fuck off."

The threads constricted tighter at that little comment causing Hidan to murmur out some sound of protest, which was of course in vain. "I don't want to look at your ugly fucking face," Hidan shot, his breath cut short as Kakuzu seized his dick rather suddenly. Said dick was already hard but had perked up in response to the tight hold, despite the mounting pain it was causing. He struggled once more, cursing the other in agitation as Kakuzu's calloused fingers slid around the head of his cock, his own hardon pressing into a pallid thigh as he closed some distance between their bodies.

Hidan's back arched like some kind of anxious slut, loving the taunting feel of those rough-skinned hands on his erection. He was giving up, Kakuzu could tell. At first HIdan may have hated what they did, but he was growing to love it, maybe even look forward to it, although he would deny it vehemently even as Kakuzu had him to the point of screaming for more. Their dirty little secret. Maybe Hidan liked that aspect the most. Kakuzu was hardly one to care about appearances, but he enjoyed the fact that his partner found him hideous, if that was a lie or not. Hidan was good-looking, that was for sure. Kakuzu? Hardly a thing of beauty, yet here he was violating this appealing thing. That was power.

"Just fuck me already." Hidan's next comment was full of hatred. Insread of giving into that demand, Kakuzu rose to his knees. "I knew you liked my cock."

"The fuck--!" his partner began before a hand came to the back of his head, forcing it forward to a stitch-covered hardon. Hidan was revolted. He glared at the twitching thing, then up at Kakuzu. Fingers dug into his ashen hair and shoved it forward, impaling a protesting mouth. Hidan attempted a "fuck off" around the mass of flesh before biting it, twisting his head away.

Threads snaked out of the stiffened member, prying Hidan's mouth open for a cleaner entry. Before the religious ninja could complain further Kakuzu drove his cock inward, choking Hidan for a moment before he accustomed his mouth to the width, wincing as Kakuzu's grip on the back of his head tightened. Hidan continued to glare but reluctantly closed his mouth, enveloping the shaft while mentally begging for the threads to retract, He hated the texture of them and hated the fact that they made it even harder to breathe. When Kakuzu began to stroke his hair ever so lightly, still keeping the dark cords in their place, Hidan bit down once more. At that point Kakuzu barely flinched, because shit, Hidan gave amazing head. It was more of a turn-on than anything.

Hidan spat it out bitterly, destestation still searing in his eyes. "Go fucking die." Kakuzu abruptly shoved him back down on the bed and went for his pants. Hidan provided no resistance this time, instead merely mumbling about how much he hated him and everything he'd already swore about before. It was easy to ignore. Kakuzu smirked slightly at how simple it was to get Hidan out of his pants, and lowered his marred body down once more. The bounty hunter was mildly surprised when Hidan shut up and wrapped his legs around his waist, but he went forward nonetheless in an almost loving manner. Almost. And then he pulled back out.

"The fuck are you doing?!" Hidan growled, attempting to maneuver Kakuzu's length back inside him. "... Stop fucking around, keep going." Instead, Kakuzu switched positions with the other man, rolling over onto his back and holding Hidan over his stitched hardon. Hidan started to complain once again.

It was ignored. Kakuzu tightened his hold as if to remind his partner that there was a cock aching for some love under him. Hidan rolled his eyes at this but obeyed, sliding himself down. Penetration was easy, the tool slick with his own saliva, the white-haired ninja couldn't keep his mouth shut. "It fucking hurts..." his bitching this time was more drifty, with less of an edge as it was obvious the rigid flesh inside him was turning him on. Hidan leaned forward and grasped Kakuzu's shoulders, nails digging into the unsightly skin as he rode him, a slow and teasing movement. Aggravating.

Kakuzu grunted and tried to manipulate those bony hips to a faster pace, sparking further annoyance in the other ninja. Hidan lashed out and ripped open one of the many stitchlines before slamming himself down, a murderous look in his eyes. Kakuzu could hardly be assed to reprimand his partner for that little stunt, already deep enough in his primal arousal to cum right then and there. He struggled to restrain his orgasm as Hidan sped up, fucking himself with a violent intensity that felt incredible to both of them. It took only a few seconds before Hidan could feel it, some odd sensation that told him his partner was close to release. He pulled away.

"What the fuck..." A guttural mumble that came from Kakuzu, clearly not liking where things were going. His cock throbbed visibily, stitchlines close to tearing from the intense thrusting and pulsing in a disturbing fashion. Hidan grinned wickedly at the other, ignoring the fact that threads were securing themselves around his own hardened cock; they slid like thin tentacles and wrapped themselves around anything they could, a slow vinelike movement that drove the devout insane. An irritating feeling. Kakuzu pulled down on his hips once more, sure that he'd cum if he got a few more thrusts in.

And Hidan was benevolent for once, giving him a look before allowing him to strike his prostate once more, one of the lucky few who actually derived pleasure from that sensation. Nearly stabbed with Kakuzu's hardon as he tensed up, Hidan leaned in closer and let his eyes shut. Just a split second after that was all it took for one final, vicious thrust to bring Kakuzu's realease, and with his prodding came Hidan's as well. Cum spurted onto his partner's stitchlined stomach as he collapsed forward, panting and flushed as he realized how painfully obvious it was that, yes, Kakuzu really turned him the fuck on. The bounty hunter was a warm rock beneah him.

Hidan was shoved away as his caress turned into a tugging of stitches. He came back and laid his head on the rough chest, still picking lightly at the seams. "I hate you so much." No response, Kakuzu simply gave in and put one arm around his partner, an annoyed growl directed at Hidan once he spoke up again. "If you talk shit about Jashin again I'm gonna kill you. Seriously."

Kakuzu sighed gruffly. "Like all the other times, right." It was an exasperated statement. He could tell that pissed his partner off, could feel the sudden anger radiating off of him. For whatever reason Hidan chose not to blow up at him, instead directing his rage to forcefully opening one of Kakuzu's stitches.

Kakuzu shoved him off once more and got up, starting to re-dress as the wound sewed itself back up. Hidan continued to lay on the bed and shoot insults at him, which were countered with more insults, and finally threats of "stop stealing my money you jackass".

And that was as far as their relationship would go.