Gore | KakuHida
Those intrusive little thoughts. The ones that buzz around your brain like a house fly on steroids. Yes, those… they were back again and driving him to the brink of madness. Not in the sense that a song wouldn't leave his head. But rather in a “what if” kind of way.
Laying on the couch he stared at the TV aimlessly. Watching nothing, yet watching everything at the same time. Hearing nothing, yet absorbing every last little sound in the small apartment that they shared. The scratch of the pen in the ledger. The occasional clink of ice in a sweaty glass being swirled. The irritated sigh. The sound of the tv that he was attempting to watch to no avail. Work always came home with his lover. And work always meant boredom for the young jashinist who currently laid on the couch.
"Hey miser!"
"Not now Hidan"
The Jashinist huffed in response. Being ignored was his least favorite game to play.
"Can't you put the stupid books away? I'm bored." He whined.
"Entertain yourself."
Another huff escaped his lips. Fine. Be that way. If he wanted entertainment he would go out and find some chick to fuck. But here he sat waiting for his man to finish his work like some whipped submissive bitch of a housewife. Not cool.
Standing up he stretches. Making sure to reach high up and expose the lower v right above his pants. Showing off his toned figure created by years of hard work and training in an attempt to possibly seduce his lover away from the unpaid overtime at hand. But it was to no avail. Nothing could ever get Kakuzu away from his finances. Especially when there was even the tiniest of discrepancies.
Finally with an irritated grunt he grabs his jacket and scythe and walks to the front door.
"I'm going out"
No response as usual.
He opens the door and slams it shut behind him. Fuck him, fuck this. Time to get some action in other ways. Those damn flies won't stop buzzing in his mind and he needs them to quit. As soon as humanly possible. Cheating? This wasn’t cheating. This was entertainment he told himself. He’s done this before and will do it again. Find a chick, bang her, sacrifice her to Jashin for forgiveness and then back home with the miser none the wiser. Like he would care anyway.
He walked through town observing the bustling streets. The town was busy tonight. Lit up by streetlights, people mingling and the bars busy. The perfect hunting ground for chicks. Just like he liked it. Saturday nights were always like this. But the vibe was different. In a very good way. Just the way he liked it.
Glancing down the street he saw a bar that seemed promising. His scythe clinking against his back, he knew the bar well. It was a local joint that shinobi visited so he wouldn’t be out of place with a weapon in hand. Sauntering in, he sits at the counter and orders a drink, the usual cheep beer, and glances aimlessly about people watching. A scowl crosses his face as he notices that the bar is mostly men. Not chicks as he would have liked. Fine. Fuck this. Men tonight it is. A line that Kakuzu didn't like him to cross but his choices were limited.
One arm propped against the counter, he waits like a lion prepared to pounce on his pray at any moment. His deceptively cool smirk that lines his face, his hair tousled down compared to his normal slicked back appearance. For once he blended in instead of stood out. Being an Akatsuki member, a known one, is not easy when it came to finding sacrificial victims. But he made a point to not be known as one. Street clothes helped. Hopefully nobody would notice the silverish hair and purple eyes too much in their drunken stupor to care.
Finally a promising victim approaches. Old enough to know better, young enough not to care. Obviously drunk, yet still sober enough to make their own choices. They make small talk, Hidan causally keeping the conversation going with false interest. Flirting in his characteristically charming yet false way. The man was none the wiser. They agreed to go for a walk for a bit. Code word for fucking. Just as he planned this whole time. The man grabs Hidan’s hand and leads him out of the bar gleefully.
They find themselves in an alley a few blocks down from the bar. Perfect.
“You wanna get some action sexy?” The man coos.
Hidan’s hands find their way to the mans waist and neck pulling him close.
“You know what I want. So on your fucking knees.”
The man complies willingly. Happy to suck him off. Happy to start the process in hopes of feeling him inside. Unaware of what is to happen. Only think of the feeling of Hidan’s now very present erection tenting in his pants inside of him.
“Good little slut” Hidan coos as one hand finds its way to the pike that always sits slipped into his waistband. Sacrificial material indeed. One swift movement and the man’s chest is pierced. A whole being stabbed into the side of his heart.
“The… fuck?!” The man stammers in shock from the impact. Blood pooling down his shirt.
Hidan’s smirk turns dark as he lets go of the pike and slips a hand onto the scythe still strapped down. A clink of metal. A swoosh and then the man is slowly bleeding out. Visceral wound on the stomach. The blood pooling now down the center of his shirt. Finally to add to the fun, the scythe is swung against the man’s neck cutting the head clean off the body.
“What do you think you are doing Hidan”
The voice behind him. Familiar. Fuck.
“Hey…. Kakuzu. What are you doing out here?” Hidan chuckles.
“Finding your stupid ass. Time to leave. If you think your fucking some corpse then you are wrong. We have an agreement. No men outside of me.”
Rolling his eyes, Hidan brushes by his lover in an attempt to walk back down the alley. A dismembered hand, connected to black threads grabs him and drags him back with force. He is met with a glare of his lover's forest green and red eyes.
“Aw, you want me now that I'm being a bad boy don't you kuzu?” Hidan knows full well that he is crossing a line.
“Dont.”
“Hey, jackass, you have no right to tell me what I can and can't do. Understand fucker?”
That was beyond the line. Hidan knew full well that it was but he didnt care. The elder man’s eyes squinted and his brow furrowed in anger. With one rough twist, the Jashinist’s head was removed from his body and tossed to the side. Blood pooling from the open wound on his neck.
“The fuck you do that for you rotten piece of dog vomit?!”
The hand that decapitated him grabs him roughly at the scalp and whips him up and in front of the angered face which promptly spits on him. The wet gooey substance hits him in his eye and drips down.
“You stupid money hungry fuck. Your literally like a fucking hungover monday that wont fucking end. Let me the fuck go and reattach my fucking head!”
“No.”
Without realizing it, Kakuzu’s pants had already been unzipped and the now still spewing insults talking head had a thick, hard cock being shoved down his throat. He gagged at the feeling, unprepared to take his lover full length. The gagging made more blood pool out of the stump of a neck, blood in response regurgitated up and covered Kakuzu’s cock. Creating more slick to move in and out of the tight warm hole that he was thrusting into.
Tears flowed from his eyes as he continued to gag, drool pooling down his face, tears streaming from his eyes, his face red as he was forcibly thrust into. Fucking his face brutally. The elder just smirked in response, clearly enjoying the sight before him. Fuck, this felt good. Fuck, the tightness of his mouth. Fuck, the warm wet cavern felt so good. This was so worth walking away from his books for the time being. Payback is a bitch and he was making the younger his bitch for the night.
His thrusts get more erratic as he gets closer to his release. His muscled hips jut harder as the movement becomes shorter. Finally his warm seed pools into the Jashinists mouth causing more gags and mumbles and curses in response as the white, sticky substance drips out of the open hole where his neck usually attaches.
Pulling out of the now sputtering mouth as cum drips from his lips he walks over and throws the decapitated body over his shoulder and walks down the alley towards home. Swinging the decapitated head by the scalp as he walks. The feeling of the motions makes the younger nauseous at best.