Cool Water

Yayyyyyy! there goes my fanfic-publishing virginity... with a fanfic I promised to write for a friend. Usually I'm neither into Sasori, although he was cute, nor into Hidan but it was the explicit wish of my friend so yeah...
english is not my mother tongue so don't rip my head off if it sounds a bit wierd, I like it where it usually is...


Cool Water

*sigh* … (three seconds later) … *sigh* … Hidan was bored, utterly bored. Anything was better than sitting there in this stuffy classroom with the endless monologue about history from Madara-sensei. Why were summers this hot? He hated it that he couldn’t just take off his shirt. Which idiot had written in the school rules that it was forbidden to walk around half naked? He hated it. Hidan hated a lot of things. Too many to list so it actually was easier to just list what he liked: Himself, his body, food, drinking, buddies, fucking and… a certain redhead.

Hidan didn’t remember when he had started to actually look forward to these history lessons. Not that he liked history or Madara-sensei or his classmates. No, the only good thing about these two hours were the fact that he was sitting next to the window and that his parallel class with THAT guy were having PE then. This way he could observe his guy in tranquility. The boy in question was Sasori. That guy was known in the whole school for missing an arm and wearing a protease. If that single fault was omitted, the rest of him could only be described with the word 'gorgeous'. A well-toned and well-trained body, hair with the color of autumn leaves that seemed so soft that one would just want to go and touch it, a face like a precious French doll made of porcelain and eyes with piercing gaze, as if they could look down to the bottom of the soul. Although rather small for his age, no one would dare to start a fight with him, not only because afterwards the Sasori-Fanclub would literally rip him or her apart, but also because he was strong. As flexible as bamboo and yet kicking so hard that it seemed as if his legs were made of steel, Sasori belonged undoubtedly to the strongest guys at Akatsuki High.

And now Hidan watched him with the hunger of a beast starving for weeks. He knew that if he and Sasori would be left alone in a room, he would just grab the other, bend him over and fuck his brains out, no matter how hard he would kick him. After all, Hidan was one or two steps higher in the strength ratings. It had to happen soon or he would go mad and ravish the guy in front of everyone. Not that it would disturb him to be watched but the aftermath (the school, the fanclub etc…) would be a pain in the ass to handle. Unfortunately today was the last day of school and then the summer break would start. Hidan frowned at the thought of not being able to observe the slender red lighting on the field, because he had too much pride to do something as stupid as stalking. So he tried to engrave every detail he could see of the other guy in these last minutes of history lesson. He thanked god that he was only on the first floor, so that he could still see the redhead clearly. Then something rare happened: Sasori turned his head and their eyes met.

Apparently the other had noticed his gaze and stared back with his piercing eyes. Hidan grinned when he imagined Sasori staring at him like that in bed. Then suddenly something hit Hidans forehead and he was forcing to give his attention to the teacher who had thrown a piece of chalk at him.
“Would you please stop ogling the girls out there, Hidan-kun, and turn your attention to history?”, he said calmly.
The others in class giggled and puffed but Hidan didn’t care. He just answered:
“At least they’re more interesting than history.”
Madara-sensei lifted an eyebrow and said:
“Disciplinary measure, Hidan, you’re staying after school.”
Hidan sighed and the class went on. With a quick side-glance he spotted Sasori looking at him and grinning evilly. Then the bell rang.

Hidan sighted as he carried a stack of books over to the store room. Who needed these stupid historical atlases? He muttered some angry stuff about Madara-sensei when his phone rang. Quickly he put down the books on the shelf and picked up.
“Still in school, man?” asked his friend Kakuzu.
“Yeah sucks.”
“Hey Hidan, Pain and the others went ahead to celebrate summer break. I’m going too. You coming?”
“Want to but ya know, I need to finish this or I get hell shoved up my ass by Madara. Dunno when I’m finished.”
“Too bad. I’ll mail ya the location of the club we’re at as soon as we’ve settled for one. Don’t be too late man!”
“Oh shaddap! It’s never too late for drinking.”
“Yeah right. See ya!”
“See ya.”
Hidan sighed as he put the phone back in his pants, finished stacking the books and left the school building.

The heat outside hit him like a demolition boulder an old building. Sweat started running down his face and immediately his shirt was plastered to his torso, showing every muscle of his trained body. Somehow he really started to hate the fact that he had to wear a shirt beneath them school uniform in order to hide his tattoos. He had had them done about half a year ago and since it was forbidden by the school to have tattoos he had to wear that supplementary shirt so that he could avoid more unnecessary troubles, since they would be seen through the white hem. His mind was clouded by the heath and the sexual frustration built up the last weeks started to get seriously on his already bad mood. He decided not to go drinking and just go home to lay beneath the air conditioner.

The shade of some trees that looked so deliciously cool drew his path to the fence next to the old sport facilities of the school. The bushes and trees were winning against the old ruins and a state of general abandon gave this little place an feeling like those ‘adventure places’ one had during innocent childhood. Hidan trailed with one hand over the old and rusty fence while walking towards the exit of the school grounds. Knowing that the front door was already closed he had to take the back door and so he slowly came closer to back of the school. But then he noticed a big rip in the fence and stopped. On an impulse he tested whether or not he fitted into it without ripping his shirt and to his surprise it was a narrow issue but it was still possible for him to fit into it. Then he was inside the fence. Slowly he strolled around in the shade of the trees when some glitter caught his attention. Curious he came closer and saw the old pool of the school. Not that the fact that their school had an old pool, nor that it was there really surprised him, but the state it was in. Clean and filled up with water, it shimmered like a box of blue jewels in the mosaic of sunbeams and shadows of the branches.
The water looked so soothingly cool that Hidan didn’t have to think long about what to do. He stripped out of his hem and shirt, his shoe and socks following them, and jumped into the water, not bothering about taking off his pants. He sank to the bottom of the pool and enjoyed the refreshing cool. When he ran out of breath, he went up again and just let himself float on the surface. Through his closed lids, he could feel the sunbeams and the shadows that fell on him. He just floated there lost in thought.

Suddenly he felt the waves of something entering the water. He lifted his head up and looked at the direction it came from. His breath stopped when he saw a sight that he had never expected:
Sasori was sitting on the edge of the pool, his pants pulled over his knees and dipping the free parts into the water, his shirt open, showing his six-pack with the tiny little sweat beads glittering on it. He leaned back, his weight on his single arm, the other without the protease was resting limply on his side. A gentle breeze played with his hair and drew a faint sigh of relief from the boy with the closed eyes. Hidan swam to the border where Sasori was sitting and leaned with his forearms on the edge. He asked:
“What cha doing here?”
“Same as you. Cooling off.”
Hidan looked at the other boy and had to clutch his hands in order not to just grab him and plunder his mouth with his tongue. He noticed the sweat beads on the forehead of the other and asked:
“Ya still look hot. Why don’t cha just jump in?”
Sasori said nothing for a while and then muttered with an annoyed voice:
“Can’t swim.”
Hidan looked at him surprised. Sasori, the sports lover, couldn’t swim? The redhead noticed the wondering gaze of the other and lifted his mutilated arm.
“How do ya expect me to swim well with just one arm?”
“Yeah right.”

Both said nothing for a while. Sasori still held his eyes closed again and Hidan could look at him in complete tranquility. He thought that Sasori looked hotter than any bitch he had ever seen or fucked. Catching himself wanting to touch or to lick the sweat beads on his body he noticed that Sasori was obviously so hot that it had to be almost painful. In a short-circuit of thoughts, he just grabbed the redhead and pulled him with a big splash into the water. Still grabbing Hidan could feel the other guy struggling and kicking around him while he pulled him closer and held him so that his head was above the water and his back pressed against his chest. Sasori coughed and had to catch his breath before yelling into Hidan’s ear:
“FREAKING ASSHOLE!!!”
“Relax, Sas-chan. It’s better in here.”, answered Hidan as calmly as he could and grinned at the smaller boy until that guy kicked him underwater into his leg.
“Don’t call me Sas-chan! I told ya I can’t swim, didn’t I?”
“Yeah so what?”
“Let go of me! Asshole!”
“Ya really sure?”
“… on second thought, no. Don’t let go of me or your balls will regret it.”
Hidan laughed at the threat and whispered into the redhead ear:
“Pull your arm around my arms, it’ll be more comfortable.”
“What for? Ya wanted to pull me in so ya get to deal with holding me!”
“Swimming.”, smirked Hidan and pushed away from the border.
Hidan could see the tightly clenched jaw of the redhead pressed against his chest and if he had been able to see his face, he knew it would be a mixture of anger and fear. With slow and strong strokes he swam from one border to the other on his back, face up to the sky. After a few lengths, Sasori relaxed and Hidan asked:
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”
He could see the tip of Sasori mouth go down when he apparently scowled and muttered something like:
“Yeah.”
Hidan stopped swimming and set foot on the ground. The water only reached up to his shoulders but still the smaller boy tensed up. Hidan turned him around, so that they were face to face.
“Put your legs around my waist.”, he ordered with a hoarse voice. Sasori looked angrily at him and obeyed him, since he had no other choice in the middle of the water. Hidan pulled despite the protest of the redhead his shirt off, exposing the trained torso completely. He threw the soaked cloth where they had been before and grinned at Sasori.
“Gonna show ya something even better.”
He laughed at the doubtful look the smaller boy gave him and helped him climb around him, so that Sasori was in some kind of piggy ride before Hidan let himself float up in the water.
“Let go with the legs and hold yourself with your arm.”

Sasori did so and now was floating almost freely in the water, only centimeters from Hidans back, connected by his single arm that clutched into the strong shoulders. Then Hidan began to swimm in a faster way. With fast strokes the tall guy sped up until he had reached his usual speed. He could feel Sasori’s nails dig themselves into his skin at first but again, after a while, he relaxed and matched his movements to Hidan’s rhythm, making them even faster. But pulling another person this way is hard, even for the strong Hidan, and soon his breath was faster and his muscles started to ache. Although he would have loved to stay in longer this way, he decided not to risk anything stupid and pulled back to where they had their stuff. With a last effort he sat up Sasori on the edge and crawled out of the water.
With a deep sigh he lay flat on his back on the warm ground, enjoying the slight feeling of exhaustion in his body. From where he was, he could see the other guy shake his wet hair. His back was also a sight to see he thought. Sasori seemed to have noticed his gaze and turned around. Before saying anything, he trailed his gaze over the trained body of the guy who had just taken him for a swim. Hidan grinned at the sight of the perfect s-curve the redhead’s back made when he had half-turned towards him and decided at the same time, that one day he would take his wet partner from behind, fully enjoying the exquisite view on such a perfect back. Sasori lifted an eyebrow and said:
“Why did ya do that?”
Hidan looked up into the sky. No truthful explanation that wouldn’t be something like: “I wanted to touch ya.”, or, “I wanted to feel your ass pressed against my crotch.”, or, “I just wanted to see ya completely wet.”, came to his mind so he went for the thing that sounded the most neutral:
“Ya looked as if ya were hot. So I thought I’d let ya feel the water.”
“Tch.” Sasori looked somehow slightly disappointed at this answer but still said:
“And what now?”
“Dunno. What cha wanna do?”
“Dunno.”

Both sighed and Sasori lay next to Hidan, both now looking at the sky trough the leaves of the trees. The sun slowly warmed them up, drying their clothes and bodies. Then suddenly Sasori picked up the conversation:
“Since when do ya have this tattoo?”
Hidan turned his head in slight surprise towards the other guy.
“Well… I had it done about half a year ago.”
“Why there?”
“Hmmm… I heard it hurt a lot and I wanted to test how far I could go.”
“Ok…”
…
“Did it really hurt a lot?”
“Not really.”
…
“I’ve wanting a tattoo for a long time but my parents won’t allow it.”
“Sucks. Where and what?”
“Something with Chinese or Japanese letters over my heart.”
“I know a guy who does this even without the permission of the parents.”
“Then did ya do it there?”
…
“Nope. I had it done on my 18th birthday.”
Sasori laughed.
“So ya didn’t defy your parents? How surprising from ya.”
“What cha mean?”
“I mean, THE great Hidan, THE strongest delinquent at Akatsuki High, THE Hidan who got third in the national sports comparison, was for once in order with the law?”
Sasori laughed again, a clear and pearling laugh. Hidan chuckled.
“Do ya have an idea how much a tattoo costs?”
“Nope.”
“900 bucks in all.”
Hidan chuckled when he heard Sasori gasp at the number.
“How many first years did ya have to terrorize for that?”
“Don’t be stupid. I had this instead of a car for my 18th birthday.”
“Ah, ok.”
…
“Ne, Hidan, can I touch it?”
Hidan held his breath at the sudden request. Sasori touching him? Of course he wanted that, that was one of his secret fantasies: a Sasori that started the action by himself. He nodded and said:
“Go ahead, I’m not ticklish.”
He saw Sasori sit up and lean over to him. A shiver of anticipation drew over his spine when Sasori stretched out a hand and slowly put it down on Hidan’s stomach. With a fine, yet firm touch he drew the lines of the tribal dragon that obviously started below the waistline of his trouser and went up almost the whole right side of his body. Hidan didn’t really take notice of the finger on his skin, he only stared at the pretty face above him, beautifully surrounded by dripping wet hair. He also saw the concentrated gaze of the other, fixated on his abdomen, and he couldn’t resist any more. He sat up quickly, pulled the other boy in his arms and pressed his lips against his. Sasori was too surprised to put up any resistance against the tongue probing at his lips and accidentally gave way to it. Hidan immediately plundered ruthlessly the mouth of the redhead. Sasori started struggling against Hidan and only when he managed to land a clean hit on the others temple, the forceful guy let go, leaving them both panting. But Sasori didn’t wait for Hidan to recover. He put his weight into one punch and landed straight on the others nose, sending them both flying, since it made Sasori also lose his balance. Hidan landed flat on his back and Sasori on top of him. Sasori managed to pull himself up and shouted angrily at the taller guy:
“WTH ARE YOU DOING?”
Hidan moaned as he felt up the place where his head had hit the ground in a rather rough fashion. Between his gritted teeth he muttered:
“Obviously kissing ya, baka.”
Sasori was now over him on his four – three in his case- and stared angrily at the silver-haired guy beneath him.
“I’m not gonna be your bitch, Hidan.”, he said with a strange look in his eyes and kissed Hidan.

Hidan opened his eyes wide when he felt the soft lips on his own but he soon was back to his old self, sat up and drew the other guy nearer. They devoured each other’s faces with a heated and passionate kiss where no one knew where the other began and they ended themselves. Hidan felt his cock get hard and enjoyed his active partner. Sasori was so much better than all those girls he had had before, much more exciting and challenging. Kissing wasn’t a soft exchange of saliva but an aggressive fight in a very narrow and wet place. The lack of air finally forced these two apart and both were panting, Sasori sitting on the lap of the much taller Hidan. Suddenly the redhead pushed Hidan on his back again, slightly softer this time but still with a strength that no one would expect in such a small body, and straddled his hips.
“You’ve been watching me these last months, haven’t cha?”
“Hell yeah, Sasori. I was watching your sexy ass from the second floor while ya had PE.”
“So did I.”
“Huh?”
“I was watching ya when ya had PE. From the second floor, ya know. Ya never noticed me but I did. You’re quite hot yourself, ya know?”
“I know. I had enough stupid bitches telling me that.”
“Player.”
“Shaddap. You’re no better with your friggin’ fan club.”
“I never wanted it.”
Sasori started rocking hips slightly against the hard bulk he could feel. Hidan moaned and smirked at him. The redhead smirked back and said calmly, still having that hunger-like expression in his eyes:
“Ne, Hidan, let’s fuck.”
“Yeah, let’s do this my little bitch.”
“Oh?”, Sasori lifted an eyebrow, “Ya better be good to satisfy me.”
“Ya bet.”, whispered Hidan just before ravishing Sasori’s mouth with his own.

Hidan was amazed on how responsive Sasori was. Although he had just sucked him off, he already had a hard-on again and pushed his ass against the three fingers shoved deep inside his ass. But he wasn’t one of those that just lay there, panting and moaning, like all those Hidan had known before, but was rather active himself, stroking Hidan’s erect cock or drawing the taller guy down for a heated kiss. For the sake of comfort they had laid out a towel from Sasori’s sport bag and Hidan had some sun lotion as a lubricant. And now Hidan fully enjoyed the great view of an aroused Sasori laying before him, ready for some greater action.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“Tch, as if ya could be too much for me.”, Sasori returned while helping Hidan to lift up his hips for an easier entry. Hidan leered and brought his coated cock right at the puckering entrance of the redhead.
“Slow or raw?”
“If I wanted to take it slowly, I wouldn’t be here and let me be fucked by you, idiot.”
“Yeah right.”, said Hidan and sheathed himself in one raw thrust into the tight and hot ass of his current lover.

Sasori arched his back at the sudden and violent penetration, digging his nails into the shoulder of the silver haired guy. Hidan had to control himself not to mindlessly thrust into the other but to wait for the panting and moaning redhead to adjust. He began to stroke Sasori’s cock, massaging his balls while holding his hips in place with his other hand. As soon as he could feel the muscles clenched around him relax, he pulled out until only his head was still inside and thrust back as deep as he could. Slowly forming his rhythm Hidan pumped the other’s cock and tried out different angles as he was searching for Sasori’s sweet spot and when Sasori started to moan even lauder or shriek he knew he had found it. He pushed with all his efforts to that single spot and got even more aroused listening to the moans and gasps of his lover. Sasori’s flexible body arched even more when he got close to his orgasm and started pushing back on Hidan’s cock.
“I’m… gonna c- come … ah … Hidan.”, moaned Sasori between two gasps.
“Just come, just come.” Answered Hidan calmly.
With a single strong thrust he sent the redhead over the edge. The tight walls clenching in spasm of ecstasy around him sent him almost, almost over the edge. Sasori’s body went limp and with eyes clouded by pleasure he looked diffusely into Hidan’s eyes. Hidan smirked and turned the redhead with one swift movement around so that he was on his three (since he was missing the fourth). With a little surprised shriek Sasori felt a strong arm pulling him up so that he was only on his knees and supported by Hidan’s arm. In this position Hidan thrust into him, as raw and strong as before. Faster and faster he pulled in and out, bringing himself to the point of ecstasy. Cum covered the inside of Sasori, making him moan at the feeling of the liquid running down his thights. Hidan pulled out and stretched his body out on the ground next to Sasori.
“Man, what a fuck!”, he sighed.

Sasori scowled at the feeling of emptiness inside of him but lay down on the chest of his big lover.
“Do ya wanna meet up again?”, asked Sasori.
“Ya mean going out together? Nope.”
“So do I. I’m not into that romantic crap but ya were good.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I dun mind meeting up for sex.”
“Do ya want us to be sex buddies?”
“Yeah why not? We fit well together.”
“Hmmm, I think so too.”
Both were quiet for a while, only listening to the breath of the other. Then, with a deep sigh, Hidan looked at his watch and said:
“We ought to get going, it’s already 6 pm.”
Sasori looked down on him and at the cum plastered over his stomach and thighs and said:
“I need to clean myself.”
“No problem.”, said Hidan and simply lifted up the redhead. Despite the struggling of the smaller guy he jumped into the water with a big splash. As soon as he could stand again he lifted up the other to kiss him. Just before their lips met, Sasori muttered angrily:

“One day I’m gonna kill ya.”