Anything to Please

Title: Teacher's Pet
Chapter: 1 / 3

Fandom(s): Naruto
Genre(s): Deranged Romance / SWP (smut with plot)
Pairing(s): Hidan/OC
Warning(s): Seriously-fucking-twisted!fic, elements of misogyny, elements of sado-masochism, extreme violence, strong language, underage relations [age 16], heavy lime [oral, D/s].

Author(s): _allismine_ & propria_persona

Beta’d By: propria_persona
Requested By: propria_persona

Notes: [Alice]: Here’s a revised version of one of my first smut fics; unfortunately, I’m not ashamed enough to hide this story forever. D: Hope you find it decent.

All warnings listed in the story summary not met in this chapter will be met in a future chapter.
I--I

Faint rays of afternoon sunlight danced upon the darkened ground beneath his feet, swaying and glimmering silently within the quiet echo of a summer breeze. The gentle, flickering glows were watched carefully by the Shinobi standing within the forest below: a man who was just waiting for his opponent to slip up with her trap and accidentally cast a shadow.

A clever weight shift and a simple flick of the wrist was all it took to catch the girl off-guard; the second swing from the bar of his scythe managed to hit her spot-on, sending his target crashing back-first into a nearby tree. At the moment, she was hunched over herself a few yards away, holding a hand against the ground for stability as she waited a second or two to recover from the folly.

The opportunity she let slip during battle had been an honest mistake, but it was nothing Hidan wouldn’t take his rightful advantage of.

Another soft groan pervaded the air. The pain lining across the girl’s upper abdomen throbbed once again, making her strain as she looked back over at the man, grinning. “First strike wins, Sensei.”

“Like hell it does. Stand the fuck up.”

She blinked, her complaisance fading into an expression of vague curiosity.

“I’m sick of letting you waste my fucking time here,” Hidan said, folding his arms and looking extremely bored with himself. “I always knew you were weak, but this is just fucking ridiculous.”

Sighing, the young woman brushed the back of her hand across her face, wiping a spot of blood away from the corner of her mouth.

“I apologize for my behavior, Hidan-sama,” she responded firmly. “I guess I’ve been...kinda distracted lately.”

“Seriously, I don’t remember saying I gave a shit. I said get up.”

She gave herself another second to regain her equilibrium before obeying the order and rising shakily back to her feet. Of course, Hidan kept a watchful eye on her as she did so.

Even though these pointless sparring matches were more than common during their ‘outings’ together, they never failed to establish which of the two Shinobi remained the superior fighter. Life’s training had done nothing special to prepare the kunoichi for the superior combative skills of this runaway. She could try repeatedly to execute a successful assault, yet rarely have her tactics make the slightest difference in changing the battle’s outcome; this in itself was a fact Hidan loved to exploit at every given opportunity.

Still, save for a few empty threats and a couple of harmless scuffs during battle, Hidan never really tried to hurt his student. He may have had no problem treating her harshly, or calling her every conceivable name in the book, or using random outbursts of vulgarity that would make even the steadiest of people flinch, but he never went as far as to honestly, physically injure the girl.

No, he made her do that part all on her own.

Ookamiza Yuni brushed the fresh marks of dirt from her gloved hands, shaking the brown tint from the black and silver cloth. “Hidan-sama, I need to ask you something.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, readily grasping the base of the weapon re-tied around his back. “What’s that?”

“Are we friends?”

The disconcerted Jashinist stared askance at the young woman standing in front of him, noticing her grey eyes glaze over with the wonder and fascination expected from a person who felt the need to ask such an irrelevant question...like a four-year-old.

The only reason Hidan even put up with this girl was because she was his latest inductee into Jashinism; unfortunately, she had been the only willing inductee he could find so far. Since she wasn’t nearly strong enough to abandon her village without getting tracked down and killed by the resulting ANBU, the recently-promoted Jounin would vie for an away mission every so often, secretly meeting with her new teacher for a few days at a time to train and discuss new ways to rid the world of the irreligious cads polluting the earth with their existence.

To avoid unnecessary complications, Hidan told his Akatsuki teammate that he had to start taking a couple of days off each month to perform a diversified array of religious ceremonies solo; although it wasn’t regarded as ‘fiscally ideal’ at first, Hidan managed to fully convince Kakuzu into letting him go by using an ancient and powerful mind-controlling technique known as ‘bitching one’s mouth off’.

Sure, Hidan sometimes surprised himself with the convoluted lengths he was willing to go just to keep his interaction with this girl a secret, but he remained half-interested in the fact that there was someone else on this earth who wasn’t interested in going to hell. Yet, even though the little neophyte from Konoha had acted as a more-than-faithful apprentice for the past four months, there were the unexpected instances when her asininity could play her off as someone a quarter of her age.

This instance, for example.

“Remind me...” Hidan started, not taking his suspicious eyes off the girl as he spoke. “Why in the fuck I would want to be friends with someone like you.”

Shrugging off her recent injury with indifference, Yuni put a hand on her chin and glanced thoughtfully up at the sky. “Maybe not ‘friends’, exactly...but we do, I don’t know...like each other, don’t we?”

“You’re fucking kidding me, right? Seriously, just because you exploited my ass and got me dragged into this whole fucking mess, that doesn’t mean I have to like you. As a matter of fact, I hate you. With a burning fucking passion.” He shrugged. “I’m just waiting for you to screw something up so there’s an excuse to kill you and get it the fuck over with.”

“Of course, Hidan-sama,” she said, nervously pawing at the back of her head. “I--I was just making sure, is all.”

“Yeah, well, now you know. The hell’s got you so interested all of a sudden, anyway?”

“Nothing! I...if there was anything I could do to change your mind, you know I’d--”

“I seriously doubt it, kid.”

“...sorry for bothering you, then.”

“Whatever,” he sighed irritably, ignoring the look of dejection on his disciple's face.

Alright, alright, so this girl’s apprenticeship wasn’t exactly something the Akatsuki loyalist had planned on. Yuni was nothing more than a mediocre, sixteen-year-old kunoichi who had lost a battle to him once before, and yet somehow managed to escape death’s grasp and find him again three years later. Then, after putting him through all that troublesome, time-wasting bullshit, decides to throw in the towel right when the fight was getting interesting! The persevering jackass even asked him for ‘guidance to salvation’, so of course Hidan had no choice but to take her under his wing. Jashin wouldn’t have liked it if one of his most dedicated servants turned down a heathen’s request to be redeemed.

...goddamn it.

His pike must have been blunt that one time, or something.

Nevertheless--even though he wouldn’t admit it in a million years--Hidan observed that this girl had proven herself an extremely diligent follower of Jashin so far. She kept true to her word and obeyed his every command without objection. She maintained a steady count by sacrificing the targets of her assassination missions. She performed the wide range of ceremonies to the proverbial tee, no matter how bloody or painful they all turned out to be.

But, most importantly, she always made sure to stay the hell out of her teacher’s business.

She knew nothing about him, his partner, or his organization, and he...well, he took advantage of that by asking her seemingly-innocent details about her village and reporting them back to Pein. Besides that, their relationship was on a strictly professional need-to-know basis; asking whether or not they were ‘friends’ was the closest they’d come to a personal conversation in nearly half a year.

Yup.

Hidan had a devoted, gullible, sixteen-year-old virgin waiting on him hand and foot.

Who would do absolutely anything he asked.

Without question.

Hidan’s forgotten ire faded into oblivion as found himself slipping into a momentary reverie, the devious potentials already springing to mind.

‘Oh, fuck.’

...ha, ha.

Thank you, God.

“Well, if you’re so fucking desperate,” he said, rolling his eyes and tilting his head restlessly to the side, “there’s this one...part of your training you haven’t gone through yet, and I’d really like it if we got that shit out of the way. You know, before we got on to the more complicated...stuff.”

“Really?” Yuni queried, looking strangely hopeful. “And you’ll tell me what it is?”

“Sure, I’ll tell you. Seriously, it’s not a big deal or anything...just a favor.”

Before Yuni had a chance to respond, Hidan swiftly withdrew his scythe and charged towards her, shoving the back handle forward and pressing the metallic bar hard against her throat. He held his student high up against the side of the tree, using nothing more than a single hand to wield the enormous weapon now pinning her to the bark.

“You don’t have a problem with favors, do you?”

She clenched onto either side of the intruding pole and focused all of her remaining strength, relieving the pressure on her neck just enough to allow herself to speak.

“S--since when do I ever?” she choked out, winking at him and forcing a smile. “I’m here to be trained, remember? If it’ll help my progression...just tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”

‘Of course you will, kid.’ He revealed a smirk. ‘That’s what you’re here for.’

But their fight wasn’t over just yet.

The individual he had held to the tree disappeared in a large billow of smoke, replacing its own form with a large tree branch. Hidan wheeled around, predicting the assault rushing in from behind him and clashing the suddenly encroaching blade against his own. Before he was given the opportunity to serve a punishing counter-attack, an extraordinarily shrill pain shot through his body as he felt something sharp wrench itself into the base of his spine. The clone he was facing disappeared in yet another cloud, and it quickly became obvious that the wooden ‘replacement’ had been the kunoichi all along.

Shit.

She was getting good.

Usually, Yuni was an extremely friendly, extremely naive, extremely obedient girl who was respectful to those she looked up to, and who never dared to risk upsetting anyone by disobeying a direct order. She always tried her hardest to prove her skills were improving under her new teacher’s instruction, and fighting was the only time she could ever get his attention.

Sparring was the only instance she ever dared to lay a finger on him.

To this day, the young woman strived to do everything in her power to show Hidan that her devotion had never faltered and will never change; no matter what he said or how he treated her, she’d always value his guidance above and beyond anyone else’s. As for this ‘favor’ he wanted, whatever it was...he had already gone through the trouble of teaching her during the course of their stays together; the least she could do was perform whatever menial task he needed of her.

Because, as his apprentice, she was there to serve him.

Nothing more.

Standing on her toes to take on his height, Yuni wrapped an arm around Hidan’s chest, pulling him backwards onto the knife so that his ear and her mouth were made level. “You know I’d do anything for you, Sensei.”

“You slimy little prick...” he barked, cringing. “I swear to God, I’m making the next thirty seconds as painful for you as humanly fucking possible.”

She twisted the kunai in an inch or two further before violently ripping it out of her master’s body.

“‘Humanly’?” she whispered, a mischievous grin curling the edge of her lip. “Come now, Hidan-sama, we both know you can do better than that.”
---

‘Darn it, why haven’t these healed yet?’

The brunette in the bar stool shifted uncomfortably, attempting to ease the stinging pains manifesting themselves within her back. The wounds caused from her last self-flagellation had been inflicted during a penance ritual two nights ago, the night before she left her village to resume training with Hidan. Yuni wasn’t a medic-nin, nor could she heal at the alarmingly fast rate her teacher did, but two days should have been more than enough to recover from something as minor as a sound lashing.

Regardless, the girl sighed, glancing up at the clock on the wall just in time to mark the second hour she’d been sitting here in wait.

It had taken an entire half a day just to reach the next town, and she was sure she wasn’t the only one praying to Jashin that tonight was going to prove worth the walk.

To pass the time, the kunoichi even denied her better judgment and welcomed a conversation with a masked individual at the far end of her table. A heavy black overcoat was draped over the man’s massive shoulders, the mark across his hitai-ate’s plate branding him a runaway Falls-nin. Yuni became less and less apprehensive towards the mysterious stranger as their casual dialogue continued, realizing that if someone with his immense Chakra levels had wanted to kill her, he would’ve made his intentions known a long time ago.

They had nothing more than a well-mannered discussion that ended with a abrupt goodbye, followed by him dropping a few coins onto the table to pay for his untouched drink before he made his departure.

‘Sir’, she had called him.

She never asked him his name.

After retrieving the payment the second Shinobi had left behind, the barkeep behind the counter strolled over to idle in front of the first; he polished a long, white bottle of sake as he eyed the girl’s features with suspicion, attempting to calculate her age on sight.

“Just water for me, thanks.”

“Yeah, obviously.”

She gave the bartender a glance as he set the small cup of clear liquid down in front of her.

Her vexation receding almost as quickly as it came, the kunoichi folded her arms upon the wooden countertop and picked up the porcelain glass with her left hand, swirling around its contents before finally raising it to her mouth.

She smirked into the cup as she heard the customer behind her giggle shyly.

‘About time.’

By now, that woman was probably bringing a softly closed hand to her lips; she’d turn away and blush discreetly while the man in front of her fondled at the length of her hair, breathing lines of harmless, beguiling temptation into her ear. His hand would then move, slowly but surely, to brush across the surface of her wrist, the one she rested so unintentionally, so welcomingly upon the tabletop. Her red-stained lips would part unwittingly at the contact, eliciting nothing more than an irresistibly charming smirk from her handsome courtier.

As always, Yuni kept her back turned and stayed the hell out of her teacher’s business.

The apprentice would label generally anyone ‘suitable’ as an immolation to Jashin, with rival Shinobi and mission objectives being her most common targets of practice. But her teacher...no, her teacher wasn’t as blatantly arbitrary as she was. Hidan would give a quick scan of the room and become transfixed on a single individual.

Whomever he decided on would die that very night.

Despite Hidan’s naturally seductive charm, his apprentice could sense the bloodlust building in his light red eyes, ready and willing to escape whatever shithole they were stuck in and claim the crimson reward hiding beneath the unsuspecting victim’s skin.

Hidan always managed to sweet-talk his way into getting his sacrifices.

“It’s almost as if God put me on this earth...for the sole purpose of finding you.”

It was a closing line that had been rehearsed in front of countless other women, countless times before.

Yuni glanced over her shoulder as she heard the chairs behind her shuffle and scrape loudly against the hardwood floors of the tavern. Rising from the table, Hidan took the stranger’s hand into his own and charged swiftly towards the exit, his newfound prey skipping off and tittering behind him. The lady was probably just excited towards the prospect of having someone take her out of public’s eye and retreat to a hidden place--like his hotel room--to ‘talk’.

But he was eager for a completely unrelated reason.

“Looks like someone’s getting lucky tonight, eh?” the bartender leered, noticing the Leaf-nin as she watched the two adults leave the area.

Yuni turned back and took another wordless sip of her drink.

That wasn’t luck.

That was skill.
---

When Yuni first joined the religion of Jashin, she didn’t have the slightest clue what ‘celibates’ did differently than ‘normal’ people. Hidan simply told her that it was the presence of a strict promise made to God, and that any follower who broke that vow would burn in the depths of hell for all eternity (the heathen). Although she still didn’t understand the ‘finer points’ of what such a responsibility entailed, the priest assured that no bastard alive would get their fucking hands on her as long as he was around.

Yuni just kept her mouth shut from that point on.

She knew she swore an oath the day she became a Jashinist, vowing to follow every phase of her training under penalty of death, to practice any given step until the execution was flawless.

Whatever he asked of her wasn’t a commitment, it was an obligation.
-

Hidan returned to the rented inn room later on into the night, enveloped by a wistful air of unease as he dropped his scythe and slammed the door behind him. He always felt a vague sense of restlessness about himself whenever he got back from these ceremonies, but as soon as his unsettled gaze fell upon his student (sitting so fucking conveniently on the bed, too), he remembered the fortunate fact that, for the next few days, it would be her waiting in this room, rather than his usual teammate.

To be honest, these loud, bloody, painful rituals had the tendency to leave the man so incredibly turned on at times, he rarely knew what to do with himself by the time he got back...at least, the things which normally came to mind couldn’t be done with Kakuzu listening in three feet away.

Yuni didn’t even seem to notice Hidan as he stepped across the room and stood to tower over her unmoving figure.

“You. Knees. Now.”

That sure as hell snapped her out of her daydream.

She rose to her feet, keeping her sight fixed to the floor whilst she started playing around with her fingers. “Sensei...”

Rolling his eyes, Hidan set an impatient hand atop the girl’s head and pushed her to kneel down in front of him. “Seriously, I wasn’t asking.”

She rested herself on her knees in subservience; the ends of her long, dark cape rumpled into a pile on the floor, hanging off her otherwise-uncovered shoulders and hiding the regulation black shoes on her feet. Her silver eyes became overshadowed with humiliated embarrassment as she continued focusing her line of vision away from him and strictly towards the ground, somehow finding herself completely unable to meet the nonchalant gaze striking her from above.

She waited for him to undo the rest of his cloak, the blood in her face draining more and more with each passing moment of delay.

Taking note of the hesitation, Hidan ran his fingers absently through the front of the girl’s bangs, tilting her head back far enough to make her lowered eyes meet his.

“Jashin-sama looks kindly upon those who surrender to his will.”

Tugging at the loose ties holding up his waistband, she leaned up to kiss the pendant on his rosary, pressing her lips gently against his exposed stomach in the process.

“Teach me?”

Hidan bit his tongue and stared down at her.

The sheer personification of convenience.
---

Hidan had used the Fifth Ceremony yesterday evening, yet another elaborate ritual in dealing with the proper preparation and disposal of a sacrifice. It was unquestionably the most complicated and detailed rite listed within the Volumes, as the ceremony itself was divided into several parts, taking an entire three days and nights of progress before the light of a successful conclusion.

Of course, Hidan never did anything even vaguely lascivious with any of these random women; performing anything of the sort during a ritual would contradict his entire purpose and be disrespectful to Jashin. He simply enjoyed pain. He enjoyed seeing others in pain. Because of this, whenever circumstances allowed, Hidan liked elongating his methods to get the most out of the process.

Whenever time was on his side, he’d take it.

Despite the multiple warnings he gave, his assistant’s curiosity eventually lured her to visit the hidden corridor across the hall early the following afternoon.

Glancing around the area to make sure she was alone, she snuck her way towards the adjacent room until she came face-to-face with a Chakra-sealed white door. Yuni carefully flattened a palm against the surface, emitting just enough of her own power to counter the force holding the door shut.

At the end of the room, she spotted her.

It was another young woman, a little older than herself, kneeling against the floor by the far wall, hands and ankles chained behind her to the radiator affixed at the back of the windowless room.

The woman’s head shot up, blue eyes widening fearfully at the sound of the opening door.

The white cloth gag tied around her mouth was stained with the gentle pink mixture of tears and blood. Strands of her long, wavy hair were unkempt and mislain, contrary to the well-groomed braid which formerly kept the dark azure locks in place. Her once-lively cerulean eyes were almost unrecognizable behind the dried lines of distressed tears running down either cheek; her face, still bloodstained from the ceremonial incisions decorating the skin under her eyes.

‘Made with a kunai tip, no doubt.’

Hidan was always at his most remarkable whenever he held a blade in his hands.

A suddenly thankful expression filled the other woman’s eyes. She smiled and laughed beneath her mask whilst she struggled against her binds, encouraging the Shinobi standing before her to step forth and set her free.

Yuni’s eyes glazed over with an envious rage as she observed the intricate preparations Hidan had made for the body.

These people he chose, they were always these tall, impressive, gorgeous women with striking features and perfect hair, much more attractive than she would ever prove to be. No matter what she tried, she knew that her master never saw her as anything more than a useless burden, and rightfully so. She had nothing of value to offer him. He was waiting for an excuse to get rid of her, because he hated her, he thought she was weak. No matter how many people she killed or how many missions she completed, no matter how many rituals she performed or the impressive social statuses of those she murdered, she’d always be seen as weak in his eyes.

Maybe that’s why he hadn’t killed her yet.

Perhaps he didn’t think her worthy enough for sacrifice.

Upon realizing that her potential savior hadn’t yet rushed to save her, the sounds of the victim’s half-hearted struggles faded into the silence, leaving nothing but an exchanged glower and a still silhouette standing at the doorway.

“You should feel honored,” the kunoichi whispered, sounding resentful as she backed away and placed a hand on the corner of the door. “Hidan-sama doesn’t perform this ritual on just anyone.”

The woman’s eyes widened once again as light rushed from the room and the sliding door finally clicked shut.

‘Try to enjoy the subtlety while it lasts.’
---

A hand was entangled within her hair; the other, twisted within the cotton sheets sprawled out across the bed.

“Take it in,” he ordered quietly.

She complied, pushing herself until the tip of his length bumped roughly against the back of her throat.

Hidan moved his fingers and pushed Yuni’s head down, guiding himself even deeper into the pleasantly moist confine presenting itself so damned willingly beneath him.

“Harder.”

Kneeling submissively before his reclined body, she squeezed her eyes shut and drew him into her mouth even tighter than before, groaning in defeat when his hips shifted and his grip on her hair tensed inexplicably; unfortunately enough, the young woman had not yet grown accustomed to the bitterness which resulted in his release.

The girl withdrew herself from between his legs the second he finished, skin flushed save for the soft shade of red tainting her pale face.

“Ayaaa, I made such a mess...” She glanced at the sticky white substance across the palm of her hand. “I’m starting to think I’ll never get the hang of this, Hidan-sama.”

“Of course you will, kid.”

Watching her blink in response, Hidan sat up and held his apprentice’s face in his hand, running his thumb lightly across her forehead to brush the bangs away from her sweat-slicked skin.

“Because we’re going do this over again until you get it right.”

“O--of course, Sensei,” she smiled weakly. “Until you’re satisfied.”
---

Yuni sat quietly by the open window the final night, watching as her mentor knelt at the foot of one of the room’s beds, his fingers gliding around the beads of his rosary whilst he murmured a hasty, complicated prayer under his breath in an archaic language she could barely understand.

The place where the nameless woman was kept might have been laced with a soundproof barrier, but if the apprentice had any discernible talents whatsoever, it was her clan-blessed aptitude of hearing.

...everything.

Over their time together, Yuni had grown accustomed to her teacher’s chilling impassiveness, his utter stoicism towards the pain-filled echoes which would have tainted her hearing only minutes before. It came as no surprise to her, anymore; she knew he loved making them scream right before they died. Tonight was just another routine without fail.

Completing his orison, the man rose to his feet and slid the rosary back over his neck.

“Why were you watching me?” he suddenly demanded.

“N--no reason, Hidan-sama.”

“Then fuck off.”

“Right, sorry...”

Back facing towards her, Hidan slid down the far end of the opposite bed, seating himself on the floor and away from the girl’s prying view.

More often than not, Yuni’s exhausted master would stumble wearily into the room and collapse backwards onto the first available mattress. The blood from his fresh impalement wound would seep into the pastel sheets beneath him as he brought the pendant of his rosary to his lips and began praying himself to sleep; muttering, whispering, thanking Jashin for hours on end until his words melded indiscernibly into one another and drifted off into silence. She always fell asleep listening to his prayers...yet somehow, he didn’t look as if he was going to sleep tonight.

If he couldn’t, neither could she.

The tension built from his latest kill was greater than she thought.

She’d have to come up with something extraordinary.
---

Yuni reached behind her, withdrawing a single kunai from the padded holster tied behind her back. She held the knife up and began twirling the small dagger around her fingers, watching the blade glitter innocently in the moonlight.

The most important rule of any Shinobi, in battle and in life, was to never let your opponent decipher your next move; in order to turn things to your advantage, you had to keep your adversary guessing by doing what they least expected, and by never showing them your trump card unless you had no other choice. As a Shinobi, you must study and master the playing field whilst you hid beneath the cover of the shadows, maintaining the upper hand of secrecy for as long as ‘humanly possible’.

‘I know you’re counting on me to get it right this time,’ she thought, keeping her back turned towards him as she pressed the kunai against her finger. ‘You’ll be proud once you see how much I’ve learned of you.’

She shut an eye painfully, recoiling in silence when the blade pierced the surface of her skin.

Penance was much easier to endure when you knew what it was you were apologizing for.
-

The metallic clang of the dropped weapon faded from Hidan’s awareness just as quickly as it came.

It wasn’t as if he could bring himself to pay attention to his surroundings, anyway. Even though his unnaturally fast healing process had already reduced his injury to a surface wound, the results of tonight’s impalement still hurt like hell; he was barely able to move as it was.

Completing the final stage of this ceremony had been an excruciatingly meticulous procedure, one which he couldn’t help but obsess over for the next few hours, reveling in the despondent afterglow. Mastering its complexity had brought him to a spiritual distress, an inner anxiety of desperation that wouldn’t disappear until the longing from another failed suicide decided to fade away on its own. The Volumes said nothing could be done until that instant came, for it was the punishment he received from God for not appreciating the gift of his immortality.

According to Jashin, he’d have to wait it out.

The sound of light footsteps entered his hearing. His peripheral vision revealed his student lightly tugging her gloves off, walking across the room to approach his sitting figure.

Hidan continued staring ahead, arms resting by his sides, dry trails of crimson lining down the corners of his mouth. He resisted the strong urge to shoot a quick ‘what the fuck are you looking at’ at the clueless girl, but only because he was too agitated with himself at the moment to do so.

To his surprise, Yuni knelt down and straddled his lap, shamelessly leaning forward and resting her bare palms to the ground on either side of him. The delicate scent of her graced his senses, while her position gave him a halfway-decent view down the front her dress.

“Kid?” he prompted dryly. “What the hell are you--”

The words of objection died in his throat when she edged in even closer and brushed the tip of her tongue across the overflow of blood streaming down the side of his jaw. He inhaled at first, savoring the unexpected gesture as he heard his fingernails drag unwittingly against the wooden floor below.

But he shouldn’t have been doing this.

“I’m not letting my training lag into next month, Sensei,” she says.

It was against protocol.

“Just give me another chance,” she says.

This was the most inopportune time ever.

“Let me take care of this.”

He should have been waiting.

Noticing his reluctance, she curved her back and pushed up against him, making him raise his hips and grind himself against her inner thigh despite his will. Hidan immediately folded his legs and leaned forward to try and sit up, accidentally making the girl tilt against his injured stomach in the process.

“Fucking hell...” he hissed in pain, sitting back with defeat. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?”

Yuni retracted herself.

Hidan’s unwanted expectations withered in disappointment; he felt something stir inside of him, something unsettling and crestfallen that didn’t seem to go away even after he got the reply he wanted to hear.

“Not unless you really want me to, Sensei.”

He shot a knowing glare at his disciple as she blamelessly searched his expression for an answer.

“...have I told you lately how much I fucking hate you?”

She smiled. “Always nice to hear.”

Hidan pressed forward and kissed her before his conscience had the chance to express any further objections, the back of his mind taking an approving note of how docile this girl always became in his grasp. He wanted this--fuck, he needed this--and he wasn’t about to let anything convince him otherwise.

A slow smile tugged at her lip; his brow furrowed at the feel of the girl’s fingers trailing across the back of his neck, dragging hard against his skin with a different kind of longing.

The silenced priest pushed his palms into the ground and drove himself further into her, steadying himself as he twisted his impatient tongue around hers. She gave a faint effort to pull away despite his refusal to let her; he dragged his tongue across the sensitive roof of her mouth, drawing nothing short of an actual whine from the bottom of her throat.

‘Shit...’ he thought, smirking. ‘I’m going to have to sacrifice a thousand heathens to Jashin-sama to make up for this...’

The kunoichi grasped onto the neck bands of his robes and slipped the sides of his open coat down over his shoulders, exposing the tight, naked upper body lying beneath the cumbersome folds of cloth. Hidan’s cover slid down his back and draped into a pile around his leaning elbows, his heavy sleeves still motionless on resting forearms.

The girl fondled with the beads of his rosary, pulling him closer and tracing a path downwards as she slid her fingers underneath the icy set of stones. He could feel his pulse spike as her smooth, slender hands left the necklace and began exploring his defined torso, carefully massaging every rigid angle of his tense body. She felt his strong chest rise and fall with each one of his stabling breaths, the hypnotic cadence of his increasing heart rate guiding her hands down the marks of impalement scattered across his front. His encouraging groans reverberated into her mouth; she ventured lower down his body, her fingers tracing over the flagellation wounds without the slightest hint of aversion, caressing his bare skin with nothing but the utmost sympathy.

“Don’t...” he mouthed against her.

Not giving much observance to the plea, she continued stroking down her master’s restless form, tearing her mouth away from his to redirect the attention elsewhere. Laughing, he turned and breathed softly into her hair, savoring the trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses she left around his neck as she nuzzled her way underneath his hitai-ate’s cloth.

Such an insistent little girl.

The wound within his chest stung him again, more painfully than before, staining the fresh bandages he wrapped around himself to help stop the bleeding in the first place.

“Kid, seriously...” Hidan said, shifting away from her hand. “Not there.”

Pulling away from him, Yuni touched her forehead against his, watching with keening wonder as the stark-white cloth blossomed red beneath her touch.

“The ceremony...” She smeared a light press of blood across her palm. “Did it hurt?”

“Like hell,” he grimaced. “What the fuck else is new?”

Flashing a smile, she leaned up and rested a kiss by his ear. “Good for you, Sensei.”

In spite of him, she gave a hard shove against his stomach, evoking his particularly stifled noise of gratification; Hidan doubled over himself and choked hard on his breath, trying his best not to reveal that the heated caress of blood pooling against his stomach combined with the biting pains surging throughout his body were only making him harder.

She might not have known much, but she sure as hell learned quick.

“Go to hell, kid.”

“Not without you, I’m not.”

‘Shit...’ he thought shortly, tipping his head back as he felt those fingers go back to work and progress further south, inching nearer and nearer the area she knew he wanted them most.

To his slight disappointment, one of her hands rose to rest upon his shoulder.

To his supreme irritation, the other lowered to brush hard against his crotch.

Hidan leaned forward and buried his face within the nape of his student’s neck, mouthing urgencies against her skin as he pushed himself expectantly into her hand. Smirking with breathless delectation, she slipped her fingers underneath the tightened cloth; her loose fist ghosted over him, massaging the length hidden by the tented fabric beneath her, skin just barely making contact as her hand moved up and down the sleek surface in several tormenting, fluid motions. His breathing shallowed at the generous repetition; another smooth tug had her beseeching hand coaxing him to rise to his extent.

“Fucker,” he finally snapped, his voice more labored than menacing. “You know I can’t get off like this.”

She smiled at him and brushed her nose across his jawline, insisting he should keep his patience.

Hidan despised how helpless he felt at this point.

He fucking hated it, this weird sense of vulnerability his organization honored its members for masking.

His hair was messed up, and his cloak was half-off, and beads of sweat were forming around the sides of his neck from the agonizing wait he was forced to bear, but he really didn’t give a shit anymore. Dignity was something you sacrificed in place of these situations, and that was something they both knew.

She slid down his body, adjusting her mindful stance to accompany him.

Already, he could feel the last vestiges of complex thought haplessly drifting away.

Yuni positioned herself between his legs and fumbled with the ties of his pants, carefully pulling the thick fabric down enough to expose the throbbing member hidden beneath his boxers. She’d become almost eager towards the prospect of serving him this way, pleasuring him in whichever manner he saw fit; she’d provide him with more satisfaction than the other woman did, because she could provide him with the one thing the other woman couldn’t.

Release, of course.

Try as he might, Hidan couldn’t seem to keep his eyelids lifted long enough to watch what she did next, fearing that the sight alone was great enough to push him over the edge.

He isn’t thinking of Jashin when he feels his student’s nervous breath on him, coolly desiccating the sweat from the surface of his heated skin.

He isn’t thinking of religious boundaries when the shivering mixture of hot and cold spreads through him like wildfire and makes his imploring affirmation grow hurried.

Yuni took a deep inhale and bravely wrapped a hand around tight enough to keep him in place, glancing back up favorably when she noticed the small gush of clear fluid already secreting from the tip. “Does this mean I’ve perfected my training, Sensei?”

“Goddamn it, kid...” he growled. “Would you stop fucking stalling and just--nngh...”

She started from the bottom, stroking her warm, curious tongue across the entirety of his writhing.

His breath hitched sharply at the contact, the sinful indulgence sending quivers up his spine.

Her grasp on the base of his shaft tightened whilst she took her time exploring his considerable length, gently dragging upon the underside and letting her soft tongue roam where it may. Drawing her teeth against his skin on a deliberately playful upstroke, she finally reached to suckle the sensitive top, clearing the flow of pre-cum trickling from the tip of his head.

Hidan’s hand reached down and followed its familiar path, grasping at his student's hair and pushing a closed fist against the back of her neck, trying his best not to hurt her but goddamn it he needed to hold onto something before he lost it completely.

She’d shifted down without waiting for his lead, forming a moist seal around his flesh and taking in as much of him as she could, until he brushed hard against the entrance of her throat. Surprised by the enthusiasm, Hidan accidentally bit on his tongue, feeling the girl tremble beneath him whilst the hardened skin pulsed between her lips. His fingers clenched within her hair as he felt her force intensify; she slid him in and out, that warm, tight mouth of hers engulfing him, somehow managing to swallow him whole. No discernible words escaped through all the involuntary moaning he was doing at this point, and it takes him a moment to recognize the sounds echoing within the room as his own.

Her long bangs tapped against the surface of his inner thigh as she bobbed her head agonizingly slow, which was right when she started doing something with her tongue that made him moan under his breath and his hold on her tighten further. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself; those tiny shifts her body made, those little giggles resonating down him in the most wonderful way...

Then, for some demented, sadistic reason, she stopped.

“Do you like how it feels, Hidan-sama?”

He stalled for a moment, but nodded vigorously, trying to call attention back to his rudely forgotten--

Appeasing him at once, that maddening mouth of hers was on him again, teasing up and down the sides; he could basically feel that devious smile forming against him. “Then why won’t you look at me?”

A second or two of reluctant silence passed before Hidan finally glanced down and saw those glistening eyes of hers look up, searching his own for the slightest sign of approval. He couldn’t remember whether or not his expression gave her the reaction she wanted, but whatever it was made her take him in again.

Yuni kept her own vision half-lidded, loving how the scarlet tainted her mentor’s face as he continued guiding her, watching her every move.

A blush was just one of those things you couldn’t hide.

Suddenly, an odd, unfamiliar tightness began coiling within the pit of her stomach: something resembling eagerness, but not as easy to repress. The girl pressed her knees together, cold sweatdrops sliding from her temple as she tried her hardest to ignore the strange warmth growing between her thighs; that look on his face, those sounds he kept making--she was making him do that.

Her.

Wrapped up in her own visions, she unknowingly slipped her tongue along the length of his slit.

By the way his hips practically bucked underneath her, she knew she must’ve done something right.

Hidan tilted his head back and ran off into an unintelligible string of profanity in every phrase and dialect he possibly knew of, consumed by the feel of himself disappearing and reappearing inside of her. He pulled her head down to thrust himself inside even further, making her take him in to the hilt; her heavy groans vibrated across his length as she suppressed a choke, allowing him to press forward until he was halfway down her goddamned throat. Obedient as always, she followed the pace he set with his hand, pushing herself faster as he continued guiding the timing of her motions, escalating until he could feel the swiftness of his own climax approaching.

Making sure to skirt the gag reflex with every fibre of her being, forced tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she felt his hips jerk suddenly, and she braced herself for his release.

Her grip on him tightened as she followed his careful instructions to carry it though, her anticipative moans amplifying his own staggering climb to ecstasy. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood; a shiver started at the base of his spine and made his mind go white, buzzing on the edge of sanity as wave after wave of euphoric delirium started pulsing and beating and radiating throughout every curve of his body. He reared his head back and came on a stifled noise ripped from the depths of his being; the girl’s tongue continued touching welcomingly against him as he emptied himself into her, the muscles in the back of her throat contracting and releasing with each swallow.

...flawless.

An exhale of satisfaction escaped him as the swelling tides of pleasure receded to the point of comprehension; his expression relaxed and he tipped his head forward to rest the back of his neck against the bedside. He felt his student whimper quietly against him as his unconscious grip on her hair relaxed with the rest of his body. He didn’t even make eye contact for the next few seconds, looking down only when his heartbeat steadied and his hearing fully returned.

“Haa...” he breathed, eyelids heavy over a violet gaze as he glanced back down at the girl posed between his legs. “Not...not bad, kid.”

Tugging his pants back up around his waist, the kunoichi withdrew herself from the tip of his still-warm erection, blushing as a viscid thread of saliva and semen trailed off the edge of her tongue. She sat up and wiped the corner of her mouth with a thumb, then proceeded to teasingly lick her finger clean.

She winked. “Always a pleasure, Sensei.”

The very sight of it drove him feral.

His racing mind still clear of rational thought, Hidan sat up and grabbed the young woman’s hand into his own, their lips colliding before she had the chance to retaliate.

Startled by his actions, Yuni froze within her master’s predatorial embrace, doing nothing more than following the aggressive lead as he strengthened his contact tenfold and pulled her even tighter against him. Even now, she was reluctant to hold onto him the way she so desired; to have his hair between her fingers, to take in his invigoratingly virile scent, to press him up against her chest and feel exactly what else that energetic mouth of his could do.

Yet, her fear of his disapproval outweighed her blatant yearning. She simply went along with what she was approved to do, if only because she was frightened of his possible reaction; therefore, she didn’t object when he pinned her to the ground with an almost bestial desire, nor did she say a word when he turned her around and forcefully clasped her wrists behind her back.

Hidan seemed to have forgotten how sore his body really was at the moment, or how desperately those bandages of his still needed changing, but these arrant urges had (un)fortunately spun entirely out of his control.

“Send me a line.”

“Wh--”

“I’m not asking twice.”

Yuni nodded quickly, before a long, glowing blue thread left the end of her index finger.

Pulling on the radiant thread, Hidan wrapped it tightly around her wrists, taking the remaining length and looping it twice around her neck, leaving her shackled and on a leash with the same line. The tautness of the line itself prevented her from breaking away; the more she opposed him, the tighter his grasp around the thread became.

There was a pause of concern between them before Hidan decided to continue, dipping his head lower to meet the crook of his newfound victim’s neck. The coolness of his expelled breath played down her exposed skin as he bared his teeth against her shoulder, tongue dragging along until her anxious shudders became so obvious it was pathetic.

She found herself on her back in an instant.

Hidan had abandoned the rest of his cloak entirely. He held his hands against the floor on either side of Yuni’s head, propping himself up as his hips pressed hard against hers to hold her defenselessly beneath him. The beads of his rosary clinked against the metal plate of his hitai-ate, its cold circular pendant dangling over the girl’s revealing neckline. Her shock-induced reluctance was mistakenly doing nothing but fueling this will, intoxicating him with power and driving him to go further on.

She knew as well as anyone that nothing could stop him when he reached that point.

She wasn’t leaving until he got what he wanted.

Yuni’s hands clenched into one another as her master pulled even harder on the leash. The white-hot sensation seared into her wrists and neck and hurt terribly, burning into her flesh as her unconscious struggles to ease the scorching affliction proved futile. The strange haze which accompanied the pain earned a flustered groan from the girl, now unsure of whether or not to embrace or deny the stimulation. The conflicting contrasts of pleasure and pain had only made to intensify the former; it was an uncertain, exciting, dangerous feeling she couldn’t make much of other than the fact that she might not really have wanted him to stop.

The weight of the full-grown man still held her in place from the waist down. There was a reluctant instant when the line between duress and unconstraint became blurry, an instant which Hidan took advantage of as his apprentice finally submitted to him.

Her silent panting only shallowed when his voice breathed darkly by her ear.

“You’re really fucking pushing it, aren’t you?”

Catching the opportunity like the expert she was meant to be, Yuni shifted beneath him, sharply pressing her inner thigh against the renewed half-arousal he thought she wouldn’t notice. Hidan shut his eyes and grimaced from the sudden force, hissing through clenched teeth as he hung his neck and lowered his head by hers.

“Nnnh...” she moaned warmly. “You’re heavy, Hidan-sama.”

“...seriously, you don’t sound like you’re complaining.”

“Why would I?” She closed her eyes and rested her head against his. “It feels better with Sensei on top.”

A dangerous glimmer of surprise returned to his smile. Hidan raised the polished kunai from the weaponry holster tied behind his disciple’s back. The metal’s glint reflected against his thirsting eyes as he waved the weapon in front of her.

“Kid...I’m going to need you to hold still.”

“Third ritual this week,” she reminded him, whilst the blade hovered desperately close to her throat. “How much blood will it cost this time, Sensei?”

“Depends,” he said casually, his unoccupied fingers brushing strands of stray hair from her cheek with fallacious affection.

“On what?”

He pressed the end of the blade against her skin, tipping her chin up with the metal point of the kunai. The surprised squeak she made next was met with nothing more than a taunting leer; he smirked and glared down at her--that arrogant, smug, condescending glare those eyes were all too familiar for fashioning.

“On how much I feel like taking.”

Yuni’s expression turned sharp. She knew if she were to be recognized, she would have to prove her trust in him with the knowledge he wouldn’t take the situation too far. She knew he wouldn’t kill her, for every step he took from now own, in her own twisted imagination, was a form of acceptance. Every breath. Every touch. Every wound. He knew how to hurt until agony became ecstasy, how to dominate until the submission was volitional, how to frighten until a state of repose was reached. Pain becomes pleasure, pleasure becomes pain; if done often enough, the difference becomes surreal. These singularities were methods only a teacher could execute.

His were unorthodox, yet seductive in their simplicity.

Another moment of silence ensued before the student finally moved to slip her head lower. She kept her vision locked onto him as she stuck her tongue out, licking across the sharp edge of the blade and wincing whilst it sliced across the surface of her skin. The resulting gush of crimson trickled down the length of her tongue, spilling in thin rivers across her cheeks.

Hidan planted a swift, blood-laden kiss against her lips before sliding her hitai-ate down around her mouth.

‘Good girl.’

Yuni sighed inwardly as she shut her eyes, waiting for her master to make his mark.

To her ultimate unawareness, all he did was smile.
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