Hate Sex | KakuHida
Hating each other was what they did best. Despite their ongoing relationship, if you can call it one, they hated each other with a burning passion. On one hand, the zealots' devotion to his god irritated the seasoned older man to no end. On the other hand, the older man's obsession with money and stinginess was something that the zealot could never understand if he even tried.
Today was no different. The argument ensued over a simple ritual the zealot insisted on performing over their newest bounty. To be correct, the bounty was worth quite a bit of money. More so than they have made all week. The older insisted that they turn it in and garner their reward quickly as dusk was soon falling. But no. The ritual had to come first. Pleasing the religious man’s god was far too important to him. There were no two ways about it. Even if one pissed off the other.
It had been an hour already. The sky had slowly turned to a beautiful shade of red, orange and yellow as the sun set before them. The cool crisp breeze blowing slowly through the trees causing the colorful leaves of fall to drop around them. The older sighed and leaned back against the tree he sat at. Putting the book in his hand down, pages still unturned where he left off, he glared at the younger, religiously obsessed man still laying in his circle of blood.
“Hidan. Get up already. We need to leave.”
No sound emitted from him as he laid in the circle. He was always out and in his own state of catatonia as he prayed thanks from their newest slaughter. Praising his false god for a good kill. Kakuzu was aware of the importance of religion to others, even though not religious himself, his beliefs far too gone over the years of hardship. But this? This was a whole new level of stupidity that even he, a seasoned man of war such as himself, could even comprehend. Let alone tolerate even the slightest.
“If you don’t get up from your stupid prayers I will cut off your head and bury it so far beneath the earth that even the maggots will never find it.”
Kakuzu knew full well that the threat was only an idle one to him. He was fully capable of reattaching any body part he wished to the immortal younger. Having done so far too many times over the zealot’s stupidity in battle. He could only be killed by one way. Starvation. The threats were pointless in that regard. Kakuzu had seen him infested and rotting before, and knowing how quickly he recovered from injury, there was no point in even attempting the goal. But he had to say something. Anything. His temper as per usual always getting the best of him.
Minutes pass and the night sets in slowly. Finally, the Jashinist roused from his state. Groaning he pulled the pike out of his chest that he stabbed himself with prior to falling backwards into the circle of fresh blood. His own blood. While the body and blood of his enemy laid close by.
“Shut up kuzu, you know full well that I can fucking hear you when you say your stupid bullshit.”
He grumbles, clearly irritated at the words that were emitted as he did his ritualistic prayers.
Kakuzu hated the nickname. Calling him kuzu was akin to calling him trash, a waste of space in this world. The nickname irritated him to his core reminding him of his past, a failed mission that spiraled his life into shades of despair. Causing him to rethink his life and destroy what little was left of his humanity. He felt the black threads that made up his body tense and squirm in anger. Countless times he had told him not to call him the stupid nickname. But he still did. Using it almost as a pet name. He could have chosen anything else and Kakuzu would have been happy. But no. Kuzu it was and Kuzu it will be.
Wordlessly the bounty was thrown over his broad and muscular shoulders as he proceeded in the direction of the bounty office. Fully intending on turning the bounty in before it got any deeper into the crisp fall night. Did he care if the zealot followed him? Slightly. Deep down all five of his hearts held a special place for the silver haired man. Would he show it to him? Absolutely not… well at least not in the context of the field or in public. The shame that would bring on him, shame that he already felt for his own failure of a miserable existence is not a feeling he would ever let himself experience again.
“Hey! Wait up!”
The jashinist threw his scythe onto his back and scrambled to get up and chase after him. The older one threw him an irritated glare and continued to walk. His tall muscular 6 foot frame walking at a steady pace. Finally catching up, the younger smiled happily at his side. Even walking next to him, despite the elder's lack of emotions under his covered face made him giddy. He was willing to show his affection, even in the bizarre most irritating of ways. Fully knowing how to get under the younger’s skin.
“Where we sleeping tonight?” The zealot questioned. A grunt was all that returned in response.
Today was the breaking point. After countless prayers muttered while walking. After the stupid ritualistic behaviors, he was slowly cracking into a state of rage that could not be quelled by normal means. A few threads escaped from the stitches covering his arms underneath his cloak and found their way to Hidan’s lips. Without warning, they poked through the pale skin. Stitching within minutes, covering his lips. Making sure he couldn’t speak. Muffled sounds of irritation and annoyance, muted from the now sewn closed lips were all that was heard before he fell silent getting the picture. Today he had pushed the limits. Now he had to walk in silence. Hidan hated silence in this context. Preferring to chat aimlessly or pray while walking. Even if the conversation was one sided.
They continued to keep pace through the tickly dense forest. The sound of the crunching of leaves was all that could be heard. The occasional clink of the scythe attached to the zealots' back. The occasional snap of a twig. Night had fallen and it was just the two of them, the bounty thrown across the shoulder of the older, and the moonlight.
Kakuzu felt a warm hand engulf his own. He tensed at the feeling of his partner holding his and glared down at the smaller. Hidan knew full well he couldn’t do this in town, or around anyone for that matter. But here? Kakuzu had no choice but to accept the attempt at intimacy. Even in the smallest of forms. The Jashinist reveled in it. If he could not be public about his adoration, he would do so every chance he could get in private.
Kakuzu quickly jerked his hand away, still irritated from the earlier scenario, and continued walking ahead. This time more so marching than anything else. A scowl formed across his face. His eyebrows tensed as he squinted in annoyance. Why did Hidan have to be like this? Pushing his buttons, making him feel. Feelings. Horrible, horrible feelings. Kakuzu despised the word just as much as the emotions that came forth. But here they were bubbling up to the surface again. Warming each of his 5 hearts one by one.
He heard Hidan grumble under his breath. The audible pout that had spread across his face was visible in the tone of his voice. His stitched closed mouth made the words that were omitted dulled and distorted. Kakuzu inwardly laughed. He enjoyed showing Hidan how much he despised affection. Finding the most amusing ways to subdue the younger man was his favorite game.
The bounty office was reached after a few miles of trudging. Kakuzu pointed to the side of the building and motioned for Hidan to stand guard while business was handled. Rolling his eyes he leaned casually against the wall of the storefront. Hidden bounty offices were the only places that Kakuzu patroned. Their standing within the organization made typical shinobi outposts such as this hard to attend. Despite his gruff and lack of caring nature, the older preferred to play it safe when it came to obtaining his money.
The zealot relaxed his back against the wall as the older man walked inward carrying the bounty. He knew it would take some time as money was exchanged and counted. Sighing through his sealed lips he scanned the area. This was his least favorite activity, much preferring to stand at the side of the man who had captured his heart. But the older one was set in his ways. Borderline stubborn and crass. Nothing Hidan could say would change the difference in opinions.
His patience wearing thin, he decided to venture about the building seeing what was around the area. The town that was near the hidden office seemed quaint from a distance. Hopefully the zealot’s eyes lit up. Small quaint towns far from the hidden villages meant that they could stay somewhere nice without drawing too much attention. Staying somewhere meant intimacy. And intimacy, despite usually being few and far in between, was all that he desired at this point.
The older man came out, carrying his tender, to emptiness. He clearly had told Hidan to stay put; however, it appeared that he had chosen to not listen. The broken rule, one simple thing was all it took for him to snap. The violent rage boiled up into him. And even if he tried he wouldn’t be able to contain himself. They were teammates. Partners in some context. They have a duty to watch each other’s backs, but apparently the zealot forgot this memo in his urge to wander aimlessly.
Kakuzu knew that the younger had an inability to sit still outside of rituals. But the man should have been able to stand for no more than 20 minutes patiently. Apparently he was incapable of even that. Kakuzu hated incompetence more so than he hated the stupid babbling prayers or rituals that he was subjected to on a daily basis.
Walking around the building there stood Hidan sitting on the ground watching the stars. For once he looked so innocent, so peaceful, the older partially didn’t believe it was him. But upon recognition of the silver haired Jashinist, he felt the anger boil up again. A few threads escaped his arms and roughly grabbed the younger man from his seated position, throwing him backwards onto the ground.
Muffled words, sounding similar to curses, pushed through the zealot’s stitches as he glared up at the older who stood above him.
“You let your guard down. We could be dead right now based on your idiocy.” The younger rolled his purple eyes in response to Kakuzu’s remark in clear sarcastic annoyance.
Growling, the older placed his briefcase on the ground roughly in anger. The dam that kept him from losing his temper completely shattered at this point. Threads escaped from his arms once more and the younger was flipped over roughly, hands bound behind his back, face smashed into the grass, his ass up in the air. What sounded like muffled shock escaping from the zealot’s lips as Kakuzu’s threads unbound his mouth.
This? He didn’t expect this. Kakuzu always was cautious of where they did things. Far from the public eye and in private so the world did not know the things they did to each other’s bodies. But of all places here? Kakuzu must be in a rage far beyond what is normal to take his anger out in the form of fucking.
The younger felt his pants ripped down to his knees as his pale backside shone in the moonlight. A whimper escaped his lips as he felt his cock harden in the cold fall air. Did he want this? . Maybe. Here of all places? Kind of. For these questions he was unsure. This was so unlike the elders to do.
The Jashinist struggled beneath his binds. His mind was screaming two different things. The devil on his shoulder begging to be released, feels the white hot coil of pleasure. The angel is screaming: wrong place, at the wrong time. It's rare for Hidan to ever be unsure of himself in his actions. But at this moment his own choice was taken away from him. Despite that, part of him still loved the thrill of being manhandled into submission.
The elders thick hard cock rubbed against him. Tracing the lines from his lower back to just below. Slightly pressing on his rosy pink opening each time. Hidan shuddered at the feeling and pushed any thought of dislike to the back of his mind. This is Kakuzu here. His lover. Would he really do anything if he was sure that Hidan didn’t want it? Maybe he was just teasing.
Then he felt it. The cold of the spit falling down onto him, the mushroom head being pushed inside. The slight pain of being stretched. Hidan whimpers at the feeling. Jashin loves Kakuzu’s thick cock inside of him. But fuck does he not want this right now. Usually rough sex was their go to. But here in a semi-public area? Something about it bothered the Jashinist to his core. Free use may have been the agreement they made. Very little hard limits. But this may be a limit he did not know he had.
Kakuzu, now bottomed out with his own member, pushes Hidan’s head into the dirt below. Smearing the wet evening grass against his face. Pushing dirt into one of his eyes.
“The fuck kuzu?! Fucking get off!”
Kakuzu grunts in response, pulls back and thrusts into him hard asserting his dominance and displeasure for his wording.
“I said get off! The fuck are you doing? Like fuck. You don’t like shit in public like this miser! The fuck did I do?”
“Pissed me off. Now shut up.”
Hidan felt Kakuzu start thrusting repeatedly into him. As his threads pull Hidan’s arms behind his back holding them there, threads keeping his legs spread apart so that he could not fight back. Forcing him to take Kakuzu’s anger.
Hidan grimaces at Kakuzu’s continued hard ministrations. But he accepts it nonetheless. He did this to himself. He is the cause of Kakuzu’s frustrations. He signed up for this when the two men decided to make themselves a thing. So he takes it. Takes the frustrations that are being taken out on him.
He feels his cock get harder. The erection becomes painful as the feelings become too much.
“Fuck Kakuzu. Fuckin’ jerk me off already.” He groans.
A large hand reaches around and tugs at him as the movements in his ass become irregular. The tugging works as finally Hidan comes. Moaning at the feeling of release. The movements behind him slow and become ragged as he feels the elders hot white seed release inside of him.
Finally Kakuzu pulls out with a pop sound and releases the threads that bind the younger. Helping him up he smirks at the sight of Hidan’s dirty disheveled appearance.
“Dinner for a good boy?”
“Glazed spare ribs?” The younger questioned hopefully.
“Maybe. But dinners on me for once.”