CJ - Pronouns: They/Them or she/her - ADHD, bear with me, and other issues. Blog is 18+ - Mun is 25+ (b. 1995) Pre-established relationships welcome -
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What an infuriating bastard! Frustration was rising quickly. He knew what he had to do to get what he wanted though. The same thing he always ended up having to do when Hidan was at a disadvantage and Kakuzu wanted his way. Either that or snap his patience completely and end up in pieces. Something like that. Being in pieces with a raging hard on is not how he wanted to end his night.
That hard dick thrusting against his ass made him groan inaudibly. He wanted to cuss at him. Tell him it fucking hurt the way he was squeezing his arms and choking him. Be irritating. Start a fight. Release this agitation in some way. Any thought of that went right out the fucking window. He shuddered and completely melted the second his hand touched his member.
“Fuck…Kakuzu…Stop teasing me and get on with it.” Even in that desperate tone, he realized it might not be taken so well. Not submissive enough. He couldn’t handle being blueballed here. He’d go mad. Hidan was already sweating, eager, fucking straining. “Pretty please? I’ll be good. I promise.” Yeah. Bet you’d like that you damn freak. I’ll be your little sub boy if you give me what I want, old man. What I NEED. “Don’t stop…” Wait. “Please don’t stop.” There.
It was always a toss up to Kakuzu. Which parts were more pleasurable? Burying his thick monster dick into whomever might have been the unlucky recepient, or watching people who might not have even had a taste yet completely coming undone at the mere idea of his touch. Or even just the promises of pleasure he hadn’t even completely carved out yet. After all, Kakuzu had yet to promise anything too specific, right?
“You’ve never fucked anyone.” Kakuzu says rather frankly, the grip of his fingers set beneath the jaw of that usual lead tongued bastard. So heavy was it usually he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and not a damn thing came out but poison. Now, it was all breathy needing moans, completely giving himself over to the monster’s whims. Kakuzu wasn’t so merciful, and he didn’t quite feel as needy just yet. Didn’t want to play if his heart wasn’t in it yet, right?
“You really don’t know how much more it can be than just me finding a place to hide this thing. Let me show you how much fun it can be.” Tone was husky, domineering, but otherwise the same flat and hateful deliver he had when threatening the younger man with physical violence. Only now it carried the promise of the opposite.
“You don’t get to cum until I tell you.” He warns.
As did his second hand, his slow and steady strokes grew more eagerly insistent, threads tugging Hidan’s pants down so they sat around his knees. It gave plenty of room for that large hand to work, for those threads to cradle and massage at the sack that lay beneath that eager dick. Hidan was only telling him what he wanted to hear, but he wanted it all, wanted him a drooling mess.
The softening did not escape Hidan and, it absolutely entranced him. It was nothing dramatic or over the top. It was subtle. Like a soft breath. If he didn’t know Kakuzu so well, he might have missed it. Who ever thought there was something other than hate left in this pile of stich and stolen hearts?
He listened in patience giving all of his words the careful consideration their due. He considered making a fuss of asking for his heart back since life was so terrible, but once again, he thought better of it. It was probably the exhaustion stopping him from being more of a menace rather than any actual consideration on his part to be truthful. He was grateful for that though. This side of Kakuzu was pretty all-right.
“If you hate living so much, then why do it? Like, you clearly want to. You’re right here. But, I don’t get it. Seriously. You scared or somethin’?” His fingers ran along stitching. “And what’s up with all of this anyway?” He couldn’t help himself. He wanted to know ever since he saw the bastard. For that moment, he felt like if he didn’t ask it, he wouldn’t have the chance again.
Hidan did not descend into his madness, at least not that he can remember. He’d always had a taste for blood. A penchant for violence. As soon as he learned how to throw a fist, it was the end of any meekness he had. The world always looked like shit to him. He loved it in the way he hated it. He was young. He enjoyed what he did with such pleasure. He had yet to learn about the agitation, the soul rendering hell of the quotidian for longer than a few months. But all of this brought him a couple leaps closer to tasting that same cynicism that made Kakuzu feel no love for life.
“I don’t hate living.”
Contrary to that he found plenty of things he enjoyed from his waking life. Money being the obvious one that had almost become a joke. Gaze is set forward and he grumbles at the continued prodding at his being. Metaphorically and physically. Nor was he afraid to die, really. Not especially since he knew what came now. Always had he had his suspicions given the nature of the forbidden jutsu he’d used on his own body, but honestly actually dying had been the thing to confirm every theory he’d silently had about it all.
“I hate the living. Wasting their time, slaughtering one and trying to pass it off as anything but--” He scoffs, the sort a miserly old asshole like him would do at any point when thinking about kids these days, and all of their mistakes and experiences not learned from their forbearers. Doesn’t bother to ramble or burn his own patience or enjoyment for the moment though, it’s fleeting thoughts, and he finds no reason at all to dwell.
“World would be a lot more interesting if people just died off, probably.” Remembering how he’d been treated by his people for his failure though, it’s a pin in the ass to go along with the rest of his frustration.
“A couple are repairs from injuries I got from fighting the first Hokage. My arms, the stab to my gut.” He’d lost the fight, sure, but he was a tough sonuvabitch, a gaping hole in his abdomen, dragging his arms along with him all the way back to Taki, they did him the service of repairing him before degrading and attempting to exile him for his failure to win against an impossible opponent.
“The rest are from a forbidden jutsu I used before leaving my village. Replaced everything inside except my heart with living threads.” An over simplification but to be honest, Kakuzu never bothered to go through with the trouble of learning more of the extraneous details beyond what had been written in the scroll. “I think I gave my soul for it, but I don’t really care.”
“Missions complete, let’s get going so I can shower and sleep.” Akibimi mumbled, already getting accustom to the situation of being within the group. Still, she isn’t too happy with being partnered to Kakuzu, but he did manage to save her ass once. Annoyingly does she mutter under her breath. “I’ll buy you a drink for the help back there, just don’t get use to it.”
"Buy me a drink." He repeats, letting his hand with bloody muscle still attached reel its way back to his hand. Glaring at her before the tired eyes take its place. "As if it's your money you're spending."
Sucks his dick under the table while since the bastard refuses to pay attention to her . Making sure to keep as much as an eye on him as possible, but it’s hard with how big he is. Making her pull back and pant. “I should get a reward for this.”
It was not anything that wasn't expected of her now. A role had been crafted for her, and rules had been established. That was his fault, he had been vague. He'd only told her she couldn't touch herself without permission, he hadn't said anything about touching him. So while punishment is on his mind she's asking for reward like he'd asked this of her. Like he hadn't made a concerted effort to keep focus on his work this one time like she had so often complained about.
Grumbling angrily, lip quivers in the taste of some awful snarl. Spent all this time acting as though she were disgusted by his touch now when she demands it and he doesn't give she's a mewling desperate whore stealing it away. Finger tips start at her forehead, gently sweeping into her long dark locks, a softer touch than he usually takes her for. But it's fleeting, a tool only to make sure he doesn't let any strands of her hair loose as he harshly grasps a ponytails worth between those powerful fingers and drives her back down to the base of his massive dick.
"This is your reward. Stop pretending like this isn't your favorite spot to be."
Degrading her was something that always seemed to make her knees shake, but being as forceful as this revved just as hard he'd found. But beyond that he pays little extra attention to her. He was working, she knew that, and it was important too.
Hidan’s rotten grin didn’t falter even once. Not even with the fucking hair pulling. Once upon a time, he accused Kakuzu of using his ability for all sorts of perverted shit. That was before he realized what a prude he was, not unlike himself. They were both untethered from the bullshit that held them back now. Dominating him, being dominated. Neither one mattered. He just wanted to fuck Kakuzu and fuck him bad.
Being virginal, he’d only has his little world experiences to base it all off of. Wet dreams. Orgasmic kills. This was so beyond that it wasen’t even funny. He knew exactly what he was doing making the difference in their experience seem like a canyon apart. It was overwhelming. It was suffocating. He wanted to choke on it. He wanted to drown in it. Give me everything. Everything. I want it all.
Each and every one of those threads sent waves of excitement through him. Hidan was pretty sure he’d gotten a new fetish, just like that. Doors were opening left and right, ripped off the hinges. The asphyxiation made his roll up in his head. So good. So damn good. He liked it better up here against him, feeling his body against his skin, the imposing figure of him and all of his presence. There was a thought of struggling but, partner had those things so damn tight that his arms didn’t even budge. Hot.
His head fell back into him, mouth ajar in want for a sound that didn’t quite make it out. Fuck. Fuck. Hidan trembled wildly under that intimate, delicate touch. The hardon at his back. It was driving him wild. Crazy. He felt himself spurt just a little through his pants. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t care he couldn’t help it. His body’s full weight pushed into Kakuzu’s. More. God damnit. MORE. Lips tried to say his name. His eyes looked up to his partner, demanding it. Ordering it. He has no patience. Never had. And most certainly it would have been tested now if he did.
To think his bullshit god was keeping all of this from him.
Fingers clench and tighten their grasp around the pale tender flesh of Hidan’s throat. It was an iron grip that had torn his heart from his chest, ripped this cocky head from his shoulders, and inflicted all manner of gory violence onto him as punishment for annoying him. So Hidan would know when he’s holding back, and even if it was just a glimmer of a touch lighter than those acts of sheer unholy violence then it was still a softened grasp.
“Got nothing left to say, huh? As much as you’re practically begging for it, I would have thought you’d be hungry for my dick down your throat.” Bindings squeeze and pull harder at the skin of his arms, leaving just as many marks as Kakuzu would be on this beautiful untouched neck. Good to have a blank canvas. Scornful scowl bites harder across his features, he thinks about just taking the man apart again, ripping him limb from limb and casting the pieces to the wind-- But that would have been nowhere near as satisfying.
Hips pitch forward, grinding that thick and hungry monster against his pert untouched rear, his whole massive form looming like some foreboding omen of the night to come. Knowing before even freeing it from his pants it wouldn’t fit did little to bother him, he knew Hidan would get used to it. He was more concerned with raking in all the noises the young man was going to make the more Kakuzu made the younger man make with all he had planned. Years of pent up aggression is vile poison in his mind, and for once it was going to be gory maiming that he indulged in.
“It’s the first time I’ve actually heard you shut the fuck up.”
Kakuzu’s hand finds itself a new home in Hidan’s pants, wasting so little time in wrapping his firm grip gently around the opposing hardon, giving it a few easy pumps at first. Kakuzu’s whole body shudders in hunger and need, it was taking a considerable amount of effort to keep this as the fun little game he’d wanted it as.
“That’s the last thing I want from you. If you don’t beg you’re getting nothing.” Not necessarily a bluff, Kakuzu could flip the switch, go back to his work. Be completely unbothered, but could Hidan?
Kakuzu hit the nail right on on the head on that one. The tension that resided between the two was only fated to return once they'd gotten back into their swing, but now there was a sexual undertone that Hidan could hardly resist. He'd waited for Kakuzu to make a move as patiently as he could until it came to the point that he refused to wait anymore.
To be honest, he wasent entirely sure what direction his partner would take. If he was going to submit to him. If he wanted a fight of it. But this intense violence, a demand for dominance sent his heart racing. It thrilled him and made his whole body tremble. He licked his lip and bit it.
Hidan had never had sex before. Never made love. Never even beat himself off until recently. The only thing he'd ever had close to else's was the ecstacy of his sacrafices to Jashin, and he was done with that shit god. This was a new experience. A new type of game. His purple eye peered at Kakuzu as best he could from his position. He struggled against the hold intent on not making it too easy.
"Damn. That's all you got?" There was no hiding the delight in his voice. The want. Feeling that ridiculously long, thick member shoved up against his rear intimidated and made him all the harder. Fuck me.
Easily decades, that’s how long it had really been since Kakuzu had found himself intimate with any other being. Even then, it hadn’t been held with any sort of heart or care by Kakuzu. Just like everything with the monstrous shinobi it ended with a brutal death. A heart stolen, and an extra life given to him, but never once had it ever been soaked with as much deeply rooted emotion as this here.
Hidan struggles, and Kakuzu’s thick fingers bury themselves further into his usually so neatly slicked back locks to force his head down even further. Threads whip and wind from the stitched slit that separated the forearm of the arm that pinned him down. Each one acting almost sentient and independently, a mission all their own. A set pulls Hidan’s arms behind his back and ties them tautly together, another set snakes around his full body to climb his muscular torso-- To tightly wind around the throat of that usually so talkative little shit.
“Stop talking. Always talking, always bragging.” His grip tightens on all of Hidan’s extremeties, pulling the man up so that he may stand on his knees, his back pressed to Kakuzu tightly. “I’m sick of it. Now shut the hell up, before I find something else for that mouth of yours to work on.” Hate and anger burn in his eyes, hand that once pinned him down winds those thick hateful fingers around the front of his throat.
Grinding, rocking his hips and thick hardon against Hidan’s own hips. The other hand has a more gentle touch, soft and teasing as it rests that rough touch against Hidan’s stomach, slowly trailing downward to rest hungrily between the younger man’s thighs, to idly toy and tease through the thin fabric of his pants. “I’m hungry, and all of this belongs to me, do you understand?”
Hidan climbs onto his partner's lap without prompting, arms resting around his shoulders. He leans down and whispers with a shit-eating grin. His hard groin presses up against him. "I'm gonna make you my /bitch/, Kakuzu."
Hidan had powerful abilities, and his skill with his scythe was certainly not something to turn your nose at. Truly in the field of battle he was a terrifying opponent, and even got back up to fight after having holes punched through him--
But he was not physically imposing, he had no dominance to his presence. In fact when he tries to assert himself in this way, Kakuzu's only taken aback by the sheer audacity of the tone, the posture, the way he carries himself. The scowl burns with an anger for a moment, a darkness to them that's more usually associated with murderous intent. Strong muscular hands, calloused as they were bury themselves in the snow white locks of his partner.
Though it's no loving touch.
Kakuzu redirects all this energy, forcing Hidan's head into the cloth and cushioning of their bed. A vicious snarl leaving him while other hand grabs hold of a wrist to hold an arm behind the former-cultist's back as he's bent over on the bed. It's that same look, that same anger, the harsh scowl, as when Kakuzu has ever physically removed a part of Hidan from himself, and in this moment it's his dignity, his dominance. Just like all those hearts too, he adds it to his own. There is nothing gentle to his touch, nothing soft about the way he presses his own hips to the smaller of the two's.
"Oh? You're going to make me your bitch, are you?" Grinding himself and all his girth against Hidan, he angrily hisses. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? You're so annoying."
"That girl keeps looking at you, Kakuzu." He elbows his partner, teasing. "I think she likes you."
Kakuzu pays little mind to the other man, as he so subtly berates the man for his monstrous appearance. The resting scowl set on the book his going through with a short two inch long pencil. Poking and prodding at him with his elbow, the older of the two does little more than growl outwardly as Hidan refuses to give him any sort of peace and quiet. Were he younger, more absorbed in his appearance, perhaps he would still be desperate for the approval of any stranger. A time when he had done whatever it had taken him to survive. Like giving his soul for secret power and seeming immortality.
"That sounds like her problem."
It's delivered flatly, giving the other man no satisfaction of reaction. Merely continuing to jot down their recent earnings against their long term expenses. "Maybe you should go sacrifice her to your imaginary god. Isn't coveting your neighbor a sin or something?"
He grabs Kakuzu by the back of the neck and unceremoniously yanks down that pesky mask of his. It's only a second later that Hidan has his lips shoved against his partner's and his tongue deep inside that throat. ❤️😏it's sinday bitch
It's a necessary move, if it's ever affection that Hidan is after. Because on the offset, Kakuzu is not really the one to give it so freely between the two of them. But they've set rules, boundaries. Clear parameters for who was in charge. That's really what keeps that dirty rotten scowl cut across Kakuzu's face, even as he returns that hard passionate lock.
But it's not a thing of permanence. The towering man's patience wears just a little too thin and his massive fingers are wrapping around the underside of Hidan's chin. Separating their faces rather forcefully. Tightness of that iron vice-like grip is probably something Hidan was quite intimately familiar with. Certainly in other contexts, not quite the one they were in now.
"Initiative. Good to know you're not that lazy anymore--" He makes sure that their eyes are level and the gaze they share is even. Scowl returns to his resting features. "Don't let yourself get too cocky and forget who's in charge though."
— ‘ don’t think this means i’ll be some sort of lap dog . ’ came her reply after so much of the unwinding threads released her for once . feeling a sense of comfort in knowing those pesky things weren’t touching her . ( they were an extension of him , so it always felt he was gripping her whole self with his bare hand . ) nevertheless , she rubs at her wrist where the binding had been particularly rough , looking down toward it to see how it would leave a mark . ( he was getting in the habit of leaving her with them when she tried to prove a point or did in the end . ) pale blue eyes lock back with his own eyes , the mentioning of killing him seemingly aware to him at the moment . the thought of tearing out all his hearts and dissecting him came to play harshly beneath her , to see him feel the same thing she felt . ‘ i don’t want to just kill you ; i want every heart you have so you never have a chance to walk again . mutual feeling , don’t you agree , kakuzu — ? ’
“You’re a member of our organization. Not a prisoner.” Not part of the main roster, exactly, but definitely still on the payroll so to speak. A nice little war criminal all her own, which left her with little option but to stay. Once you put on those robes and take the chunk out of your headband you either stayed with them or went back home and died for your traitorous ways. That being said, she couldn’t have been completely blind to all the benefits, could she? Whatever, it was on her if she wanted to be so absolutely infuriating, she could do whatever she’d wanted at this point. “You can give it your all, I wanna see what you can really do when you cut loose. But I don’t obsess over killing you like you do me.” Sure he had his moments of violence and bloodlust, but if he thought about it all the time he might have found the nagging need to do so overwhelming and just give in and do it.
a part of her wants to say something as he moves a few feet away ; she had heard the entire thing , how the bidding on her head and why it was . ( sounded like her little experiments got leaked out by someone … ) she could have sworn she eliminated everyone who was in danger of opening their mouth . for the first time in her life , there is a stutter in her heartbeat , not from fear but from shock of what was happening next . ( he was being merciful to her considering what his actions were doing to the men . ) akibimi had heard screams before , been the cause of them multiple times , but when rips are forced open — heart pulled like a sacrifice and then tossed or devoured … it brought a deep , unsettling feeling of her captor . when everything was done , she expected herself to be the next to be finished off …
which is why his sudden words after the threads came out , a faint chill that ran down her spine was enough to set in another startling uncertainty . ( why hasn’t someone from the akatsuki doing this now that she was , in a sense , of no gain ? ) it makes her instantly struggle for a moment as the scientist attempts to find the proper ways to even communicate with the other . she was never one to speak outside of her duties and callings , never one to even bother befriending others — why was it that when words need to help her out at that moment they only seemed to be caught in her throat ?
her chest relaxes as her mind finally permits her to speak . ‘ are you going to be torturing me for the information on the leaf ? i don’t have anything to give the akatsuki . ’
Torture, that was rich. They knew everything they wanted about what they’d needed. It’s not like the little shit they would be after eventually was hiding in the shadows, or keeping himself drowned in secrecy. He wore bright orange, shouted his name, and proudly bore the fact he was the Nine Tails Jinchuuriki. Though he wants to, he doesn’t laugh at her question, thinks it would have her find herself acting a little familiar. Just a harsh breath exhale from his unseen mouth, and readjusting her position on his shoulder.
“Don’t be stupid. We’ve got plenty of traitors and turncoats in our ranks that we don’t need you to spill your guts out to us.”
But that didn’t mean he was letting her go. There had been money on her head for one reason or another. That meant at some point in hopefully the near future she could be worth some more ryo. The desire is certainly there, but he doesn’t want to have to kill her if she was more than just her beating heart finding its way into his loathsome little collection.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have your uses I’m sure.” An annoyed hum and he looks over his shoulder to her. Those sunken rotted eyes cast in an ugly glare before his eyes are forward again and he’s more focused on striding forward.
