Hidan and Kakuzu. [On-going]

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Who: Hidan bloodshock and Kakuzu notreligious
Where In a vacant room?
When: After this conversation.
Rating: Uhm. NC-17. I was going to say non-con, but it isn't really... Hidan started it.
Summary: Hidan confronts Kakuzu with the silly notion that Kakuzu wants to have sex with him. Kakuzu denies it, Hidan presses then bets that Kakuzu won't. This is basicaly Kakuzu proving him wrong.
the Story:

Kakuzu, by nature, always had an inkling to Hidan's wherabouts. Although the place was large and troublesome, he had that gnawing feeling in his gut. Hidan gave him a slight wave of nausea most of the time, Kakuzu was certain the younger Akatsuki member had given him an ulcer and other gut problems. So it goes, holding in ones agression most of the time. Kakuzu did not partake in futile things, so he never took out his anger on the infuriating religious man it would only cause himself more grief after all, sewing him up and listening to him bitch.

He let the threads leave his scarred arms, moving to open doors as he stalked down the hallway. Hidan was, well is attractive, no doubt about that. He had thought of it before, no doubting that either. He never went on an impulse mostly because it would be another waste of time. When you got to his age you never waste your time. But this time Hidan provoked him, he initiated the courtship dance, not in a normal sense but it was initiated. Kakuzu had been through this countless times before.

But first he had to find the annoying prat. This was also a bet after all.

Kakuzu never lost a bet.

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Reclining back on the bed in the room he'd found, Hidan glanced at his nails idly. He wasn't worried, Kakuzu wouldn't actually do anything - he was just being all show, of course. (What could he hope to win off the man? Hidan had to turn any of his little savings over to the Akatsuki, and thusly, to Kakuzu - the greedy bastard).

He heard the slamming of doors as they were opened, curious about it but not attempting to find out. Was it something he cared to know about? Not particularly, the noises were just fucking annoying.

Flinching once more, he sighed in irritation, stalking to the door and wrenching it open, sticking his head to start to shout at the person.

Then he saw who it was.

Oh. Well, fuck.

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A smirk, if it could be called that, delighted his unveiled lips. Begrudgingly his face was caught in an eery, morbid, painful and constant grin. The old injury from ear to ear and the stitches still irritated him when he fell into quick quirks of the lips. But Kakuzu was numb to the pain, and this was the beginning of a victory after all, he was allowed a grin of grim satisfaction.

The predator found it's prey.

Calloused, but nonetheless smooth, fingertips reaching to trace Hidan's jawline. He was inspecting him the way a butcher might expect a slab of meat before the first initial cut. But wasn't it the same? My prime rib he thought with a dark sense of amusement.

Most of the dark threads slipped back into his person, save for one. It reached towards Hidan, he had every intention on pulling him forward, to cause their bodies to clash. He may not like the man very much, but he wanted to (perhaps both?) to enjoy this.

*puddles*

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Hidan's eyes widened and he moved to shut the door on Kakuzu, but stopped (was stopped?) They'd always had some weird bitchy relationship wherein Hidan would tease Kakuzu about anything that came to his mind - how did this joke wind up so damned serious? (On some level, Hidan knew he was at fault, but damned if he'd admit that).

Repressing some sick and twisted shudder of delight at the strange feeling of being a... prey? victim? - to the older man (he would not admit that any more than he'd admit he was at fault for anything).

He knew he could easily take a kunai to the tentacle and cut it in two, but he found himself frozen as it looped around him. He'd said stupider things that he'd meant more - why was this being taken seriously? (He tried not to glee at the implication that it meant he was correct).

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A will of the mind, a tug, and he had his desired effect; bodies meeting for the first time, a rather rough hello, but Kakuzu wasn't exactly gentle in the first place. Hidan's body was firm, like he expected, and that alone gave him an inner thrill. By nature he wasn't a very patient man, he expected things to be done quickly. But there were times he knew things would be better off done slowly. He decided this was one of those times.

Fingers still caressing Hidan's jaw, slipping under his chin to tilt the younger man's face a slight bit. Curiously, slowly and somewhat softly he pressed his lips to Hidan's, tasting the lips alone. Kakuzu was going to indulge, it had been a year or so since he's been with anyone. The thread loosened it's grip as soon as he hooked a arm around the other man's waist.

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Kakuzu might not be very patient, but Hidan was notoriously worse. He wanted to kick, punch, pull away and then go and kill Deidara (because this was really all Deidara's fault - smug blond bastard had to show up and ruin the relative priva-- peace! Yes, the relative peace here), but his body wouldn't move (he'd blame Kakuzu's grip, but it wasn't chokingly tight - it should have been easy to wrench out of).

He tried to turn his face from Kakuzu's hand, making a muffled noise of surprise even though he knew it was coming. The only other person he'd ever received any form of affection from was his mother - and most people wouldn't exactly call teaching your son how to impale himself on a pike affectionate.

But, yes, Hidan was not patient at all. He had nary a thread of the quality in his body. Shocked - perhaps. That was the only reason he hadn't reacted yet (and a reaction, to Hidan, did not include pressing his lips back against Kakuzu's because his body was doing that and it was not a valid reaction. A valid reaction was sticking his pike through the other man's chest).

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A light chuckle rumbled past his lips to roll and vibrate into the rather innocent kiss. His free hand moving to trail down Hidan's side, until both hands moved. He had a very light grip, as if saying Hidan could leave whenever he want. Was it true? Not at all, he had every intention on pounding the prat into that mattress in the most satisfying method possible.

He didn't intend on standing here either, kissing like eager lovers in the doorframe. He hooked his palms under Hidan's thighs, lifting a little. Hidan wasn't too heavy and Kakuzu was strong. The movement made the kiss a little more tasty and Kakuzu reluctantly pulled away. A quick glance over the other man's shoulder, judging the distance between here and the bed.

And because his lips were there, and he wasn't one to waste an opportune moment, he nibbled and bit at Hidan's neck.

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Eager was hardly the word for it - even if Hidan had moved that little bit closer. He still wanted to escape, but something wouldn't let him. Kakuzu had used some sort of hypnosis jutsu, that was it!

When Hidan felt himself be lifted, he opened his eyes, unsure when he'd closed them, the sharp violets narrowed dangerously. He was not some sort of woman, damnit!

Opening his mouth to say so (in loud and irritating tones), his voice was lost when Kakuzu began to play with his neck, and he found his head tilting a little bit so the other man could continue, the only noise coming from him some erotic little 'ooh...'

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Kakuzu immediately decided that he liked that noise, and a sense of grim satisfaction took him when he knew that he caused Hidan to make such a noise. So he did it again. Tongue lapping at the blood, eyes half-lidded as he worked his way through the room to lay Hidan on the bed.

Kakuzu made sure he was always on top of him, not wanting his prey to leave him, though by now he knew Hidan wouldn't run. More nibbling of the neck followed by a very hard bite.

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And again the same reaction, though Hidan's face easily read his displeasure for making it, and once he regained some thought he managed to spit out a "bastard," directed at Kakuzu, though it held hardly the fire or hate that Hidan's insults usually did.

Hidan did not like the idea of Kakuzu looming over him, and it showed. This said something entirely different - he'd still held out some hope of Kakuzu pulling away and mocking him. He could handle the mocking. He wasn't sure he could handle... this.

A loud moan at the hard bite - damnit, Hidan liked pain, and Kakuzu of all people knew that. His back arched off of the mattress just a little and the worry disappeared from his face to be replaced by the sudden ecstasy of the pain.

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"I know." Kakuzu purred into Hidan's neck. He willed some of his threads to come loose, tugging and twisting into Hidan's clothes. He didn't need his hands, they were too busy, pinning Hidan's wrists into the mattress. He trailed warm kisses down Hidan's neck then along his jawline. His tongue darted out to press at his lips, he wanted a better taste, to plunge into his mouth.

He could have been rougher, and he meant to be, but his grip on those wrists could hardly be called rough. His thumbs rubbing at Hidan's palms ever so slightly.

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Hidan should have been panicking or something right now as he felt the threads pull at his clothes but he couldn't concentrate of how he should have been feeling at this very moment, due to certain other factors that were making his nerves tingle with pleasure - and just pleasure, which was strange.

His lips parted, just slightly, for Kakuzu's tongue - purely to try and bite it off, he was assuring himself. Yes, that was all.

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A slight hesitation, he was thinking the same thing. But those strange eyes of his closed, tongue pressing through Hidan's lips. His tongue slowly moved around the small, wet and warm place before rubbing against Hidan's tongue.

The threads were nimble and made quick and quiet work of Hidan's shirt. Fingertips ran up the man's arms to reach his chest. He traced every scar with an explorers sense of curiosity.

Hidan intrigued and, admittedly, delighted him.

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A small sound dislodged from Hidan's throat when Kakuzu's tongue slipped in and his lips parted more, slowly. (He didn't-- couldn't... want...)

His hands were 'freed' - to be fair it would have been child's play to move them much earlier - and Hidan expected (still) to find himself trying to attack the other man, but instead they moved to the older man's face, nails grazing over the stitches momentarily as his hands ran into thread and black hair, tugging at it curiously, pushing it back, revelling in the feel of it between his fingers.

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That caused Kakuzu to stop for a moment. The kiss breaking and he took in some well needed air. Hidan's touch had momentarily stunned him, he was sure Hidan was going to be defiant and unwilling.

Something twinged in the depths of one of his hearts, he couldn't remember which one or what that particular twinge met. Deciding to ignore it he kissed Hidan's chest and bit down on one of the scars.

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Hidan didn't really need to breathe, suffocation wouldn't kill him, but all the same... he panted as the kiss broke, softly, looking up at Kakuzu with slightly curious eyes, fingers still threaded in the other man's hair.

His chest was particularly sensitive with all the years of his piercing it and he shuddered as soon as Kakuzu's lips touched the skin, feeling his skin prickle. He cried out, rather unrestrainedly, when Kakuzu bit down on the scar, memories of that battle flooding back to him as soon as he closed his eyes, pain turned to that masochistic pleasure and shooting through his chest.

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Kakuzu surprised himself when he found out he particularly enjoyed Hidan's fingers in his hair. The cry satisfied his ears and he suckled on the cut he made. Kakuzu didn't really enjoy the taste of blood, but he wanted to hear another cry, possibly a moan.

Lips moved down his chest to his toned stomach. Some threads flared, doing things he couldn't quite do with his now occupied lips. Some threads tickled and curled around Hidan's nipples, one strand went to tease his belly button. Kakuzu moved now, lips pressing against Hidan's once more. He occupied himself with the kiss now, while the threads worked on Hidan's body.

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"Nhhn...!" Hidan had always guessed Kakuzu to be talented with his mouth (perhaps he hadn't thought of it in quite this context...) and it seemed he was right. He wasn't really paying attention to any of his thoughts or worries from earlier as his body leaned into the touches from Kakuzu's lips and threads, feeling heat drip down his lower stomach, groaning as Kakuzu's lips pressed against his, tongue darting out towards the other's mouth in a moment of boldness.

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Hidan kept surprising him and Kakuzu was enjoying it. His own lips parting, rather interested to see how bold Hidan could be. He reached back, untying the neck of his backless top and easily removed it. Fingers now tugging at the waistband of Hidan's pants.

Should not be doing this while drawing Kakuzu with fairy wings...>>

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A pause, just for a moment. Hidan wasn't used to the idea of kissing with tongues, but with the situation and the heat and the instinct that told him to go, that's all it was - momentary. His tongue slid into Kakuzu's mouth, running around it curiously, slowly.

Hands moved from black hair, sliding down Kakuzu's shoulders, fingertips analysing every stitch with a soft touch, an unusual touch.

Oh dear Gods. XD The mental image.

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Kakuzu couldn't remember the last time someone touched his stitches. Men and women alike would recoil, avert there eyes and urge him to hurry up and fuck them. But to have someone actually touch them, it was new and he couldn't help but shudder.

He let Hidan explore his mouth, and in turn he moaned just a little. Thumbs hooked at the waistband and he tugged them down slowly.

I am going to cosplay as Kakuzu and wear fairy wings. No-one will understand. XD

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By now, Hidan was quite lost in the moment and he arched his hips quite easily for Kakuzu, letting the older man pull his trousers down, revealing even more of his pale skin. The moan was quite well received, and Hidan found some confidence in what he was doing (not that he didn't already - Hidan was always confident), pressing his tongue in a little harder, brushing it over Kakuzu's invitingly.

He, at least, had always been intrigued by the stitches and wanted to touch them. If that made him odd, so be it - he was plenty used to being considered odd. He smirked a little into their kiss when he felt Kakuzu's shudder, continuing to touch each and every one - not roughly, not trying to be rough (he had some concern about whether Kakuzu would fall apart if he touched them too hard, but he'd never admit that).

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Not one to flee from an invitation, that's why he was here, he responded to Hidan's tongue. Pressing against, stroking it. He slid the material down Hidan's thighs, legs. Stretching somewhat to pull them off completely and letting the clothing gather at the floor.

A few more threads, but could the really be called that? They were thicker and had more of a texture to them then ordinary thread. Either or, a few more left his arms to tease at the flesh of Hidan's thighs. One strand ghosting over his manhood.

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Hidan was surprised that he liked this so much - or well, he'd be surprised later, there were more important things to think about right now, such as the feeling of Kakuzu's tongue against his. He pressed his tongue back against the older man's, challenging slightly, but only slightly. He wasn't stupid enough to start bitching and fighting in kisses... yet.

The thicker threads shocked him, and his nails ran down Kakuzu's back, scratching in surprise as his eyes widened and he pulled back from the kiss, feeling his arousal growing with a racing heart. He-- did he-- ?!

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At Hidan's surprise Kakuzu couldn't help but chuckle, something rather foreign to him as he never had time to be that amused. But the look on Hidan's face, it was priceless and--precious? No, just priceless.

He ran his fingers down the other man's neck, then pushed them through his hair. "You like that, hm?" Voice thick with desire yet held a hint of amusement.

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The surprise was immediately replaced by a scowl and Hidan's hand went to the back of the older man's neck, tugging Kakuzu to him, kissing him firmly.

The hands in his hair were soothing, causing him to relax as his actions answered Kakuzu's question. He did like it - it just took him time to realise.

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He risked another chuckle, letting it rumble into the kiss. Ah, Hidan was a rather amusing fuck buddy. If it weren't for his lust he may have been annoyed, but that was a wonder about lust- it caused you to forget mild annoyances.

He cupped his hands over Hidan's and led the younger man's palms to his own pants. Curiously wondering how bold Hidan could be, would he move to tug them off?

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Hidan quite liked the laughter rolling through his mouth, it felt odd, but a good kind of odd. He was somewhat of an expert on lust - albeit the kind that made you desire blood and death and by some extent of his logic he could not see the lust in this, even as his body flowed full of it, controlling him. He treated it as a mere indulgence, a way of satisfying a curiosity he had about why people became so enamoured with the twining of flesh.
He could see why... vaguely.

Kakuzu's hands against his were more than weird - wasn't this handholding thing reserved for couples and things?! He paused for a moment, relaxing his arms to see what Kakuzu would do.

When his fingers hit fabric, he brushed them against the waistband, pushing them down slightly, fingers curling into the fabric to tug them down a little, just a little. He knew they needed to be completely off - now - and tugged them further down, all traces of hesitation gone.

SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER.

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Kakuzu moved to aid Hidan in the removal of the pants, a smirk tugging at his lips. He was growing eager- the last time he was with someone she was a simple and delicate woman, he had to go easy and be very gentle for fear of breaking her. Hidan was different, Hidan liked pain.

"This will hurt." He murmured as he broke the kiss. Kakuzu had no intention on taking it easy with Hidan, but he wasn't going to be completely cruel. One of those thicker threads came to his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked on it for a moment, coating it with a thin layer of saliva before he hooked his palms under Hidan's thighs. Lifting a little and pushing him slightly back, further into the mattress, Kakuzu willed the slicked thread to tease at Hidan's tight entrance.

The saliva wasn't the best lubricant, but it was better than nothing. After the slight teasing he pushed it through- meanwhile he let a palm stray, running up Hidan's side and running through his hair as he suckled on his neck.

I DON'T CARE WHEN IT'S THAT HOT. *___*

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Hidan glowered and just about restrained himself from the sarcastic comment dangling at his lips ('Do you think I fucking care?' - Kakuzu was right, he did like pain. Loved it in fact). His eyes watched the thread against Kakuzu's lips, trying not to be obvious about it (it was rather mesmerising... - No, wait, he did not just think that. Rather like he wasn't finding himself disturbingly aroused... that should only happen when he was making a sacrifice, when his connection to his God was the strongest...)

As the thread moved, Hidan sucked in a breath (worry sounded a better reason for this than anticipation - he most definitely wasn't anticipating this... nope, not at all) and whined lowly as he was taken- his body arching... arching towards from the touch (but only once he realised what he was doing).

His head tilted to the side, letting Kakuzu play with his neck, small noises coming out as the other man touched the scars from his beheading with his mouth. (So... so sensitive...)