Resurected

Kakuzu placed a hand over his chest and was pleased to feel the unsteady rhythm of a new heart as it acclimated to his body. A few feet away from him, Hidan lay on his back, bathed in his own blood and encompassed by the symbol of his estranged and merciless god. The fight with their target, Naru, had been a difficult one, to say the least. The man was an impressive shinobi with a water style jitsu that he made excellent use of. It didn’t help that the atmosphere between the zombie duo was strained due to the happenings of the previous day which still weighed heavy on both their minds. The older man glanced down at his partner and watched hungrily as his lips shaped around quiet hymns, expression reverent and subdued, violet eyes half lidded and filled with something akin to lust, body trembling. Beautiful. Kakuzu cast his eyes up to the sky as well. Fluffy, white Cirrus clouds danced along a cool breeze causing beams of sunlight to come and go in slowly revolving intervals. For a moment, he remembered being told as a child how these kinds of clouds were an omen of fairer whether. They were nearly the same color as his partners skin.

“Are you finished yet?” Kakuzu asked, somewhat gently. He wondered why. Usually, under these circumstances, he would find himself impatient at least, and spiteful at most.

“Almost.”

“Hm.” Hidan gave his partner a confused look but said nothing and wrapped up the last of his prayers. Slowly, he got to his feet and brushed off the dust that was clinging to his clothes, only managing to smear it into his blood and make it worse. He cursed under his breath. “That took longer than usual…”

“Because it wasn’t my usual.”

“Then what was it.”

“Absolution, sort of, or something like it…” Hidan trailed off.

“I’m listening…”

“Uh…I know you’re trying to be gentle with me cause of what happened yesterday, but your really fucking freaking me out.” Kakuzu reached up and flicked Hidan in the temple garnering him an angry glare. “Oi, what the hell was that for!”

“I’m not being anything with you. I’m just curious why you are wasting more of my time than usual!”

“Uh-huh.” Hidan replied with fake skepticism.

“Hidan, I swear, I’m going to kill you one day.”

“Rude. I brought you back to life, asshole. Besides, you can’t. So, fuck you.” Hidan stuck out his tongue around a lazy smirk. Kakuzu ground his teeth and breathed deeply, patients dissolving under the weight of those wine-colored eyes. He turned around and began walking back down the dirt road that led to Yugakure, motioning to the dead body as they walked by as a silent order for Hidan to carry it. The immortal watched his partners retreating back with a slight pout before grabbing the corpse of their target and running after him. He would never tell the older man how much he needed him, nor the fear that Kakuzu would one day abandon him. He didn’t have to.

Several hours later, Kakuzu stepped out of the exchange office and breathed in the fresh late afternoon air in relief. His mood had improved now that the bounty for Naru’s head sat in a case that comfortably weighed down his right arm. It was a good feeling. He turned his attention to his partner who was slouched over on the stairs leading out of the building, cheek mushed against his knuckles and eyes closed in slumber. The older man nudged him with his knee and gave him a curt, ‘come.’ Before walking past him and into the street. Hidan opened his eyes with an annoyed grumble but stood up and followed obediently. After a time, the immortal finally interrupted the peaceful silence. “Hey, Kuzu. I have a question… well more like a request…”

“What is it?”

“Since we’re here, there’s someone I want to see.” Kakuzu stopped and eyed his partner incredulously.

“Who could you possibly want to see?”

“An old friend.”

“You? A friend?”

“Oh, shut up, dickhead.”

“Hm. Fine.” Hidan beamed and suddenly Kakuzu felt a strange emotion pushing at the walls of his hearts. A dangerous cocktail made up of feelings of jealousy and possessiveness. The immortal didn’t say another word but took lead of the duo. Kakuzu followed attentively, taking note of how the streets seemed to get seedier and seedier until at last they slipped into an alley and stopped in front of a shabby run-down building that looked as if it had been abandoned for decades. Prostitutes walked by them, arm in arm with shady looking men and the air smelled of cigarettes and booze. Kakuzu wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Where are we?”

“The red light district.”

“No shit, Hidan. I meant…” The older man flicked his hand at the wrist, gesturing to the building with its chipped paint and boarded up windows.

“This? This is where Hairo lives…”

“Hairo?” Hidan shot his partner a wide sleazy grin then grabbed the doorknob and twisted it. Much to Kakuzu’s surprise, the door creaked opened. A small bell tingled above their heads, signaling their presence. The inside of the building was even more shabby than the outside, with cement floors and rotting wooden walls. It looked like a store, though, there were no products on the walls and the cashiers bar was void of everything but a thick layer of dust. Hidan strolled in and disappeared behind the bar. After a moment, he peaked up over it and beckoned Kakuzu to follow him. Around the other side was a set of stairs that descended into darkness. “Hidan, where the hell are we going?” Kakuzu hissed. Hidan faced him and put his finger over his lips which pissed the older man off.

At the bottom of the stairs was yet another door which opened to a lightly lit room. It was much nicer than the room upstairs, the warm glower of candles making it appear cozy and warm. Strange weapons crowded the walls, some hanging on hooks while others leaned up off of the ground, until the wood was almost completely hidden. On the far side of the room was a long bench, a forge built into the wall, and tools scattered about all over the floor and counters. A short blonde-haired man had his back to the duo and was tinkering with something obscured by his body. “I’ll be with you in a minute.” He said in a cheery voice.

“It’s pretty shitty to ignore customers, especially when they are old friends.” Hidan responded. The blonde dropped his tools with a loud clang and whirled around, a large smile forming on his lips.

“Hidan!?” He shouted, half sprinting across the room and leaping into the immortal’s arms. Fingers dug into Hidan’s shirt and legs wrapped around his waist. Kakuzu felt the emotions from earlier well up inside of him once more and fought the urge to pull the man away. He was handsome. A little shorter than Hidan, youthful, with short curly hair, bright blue eyes, and a mischievous smile that made him look like a devil. After a few seconds, he untangled himself from his friend’s arms and stepped away. “Where have you been!? It’s been forever!!”

“Around! Your dad in? I have a favor to ask him.” The man pouted.

“I don’t see you for years and all you want is to see that old fart? Well, hope you aren’t too eager. He’s dead.”

“What!? How?”

“What do you mean how!? Too much damn booze.”

“Shit.” Hidan scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“Eh. Oh well. I took over the forge a couple a years ago anyway. Not like he could keep it up. He couldn’t even stand half the time.” Hairo smiled brightly, though to Kakuzu, it seemed fake and a little off. “Who is your friend?” The blonde walked up to the older man confidently and pulled the mask down, much to Kakuzu’s annoyance. “Oooo, he’s hansome!” Kakuzu slapped the hand away.

“This is my partner. Kakuzu, this is Hairo. His father was the one who forged my scythe.”

“Which I see you don’t have. You lost it, you little prick, didn’t you?”

“Heh. Something like that.”

“And I am assuming you want another one.”

“Something like that.”

“Say ‘something like that’ one more time and I’ll use your body to heat the forge.”

“Asshole!” Hidan said with fain disbelief. “How can you talk to your older brother that way!”

“You aren’t my brother, you shitty cock sucker.” The two stared at each other for a moment then burst into laughter. “So,” Hairo continued after he had caught his breath. “you here for another scythe.”

“I loved that damn thing!! Think you could make another one?”

“Actually… I already have one made…sort of… to be honest, I hated my dad’s design. It was way to flashy, which works for you since you are such an arrogant moron.” Kakuzu silently agreed. “But I was fascinated by the idea of it and made my own. I haven’t used it and couldn’t bring myself to sell it. Wanna see?”

“Ya know… you really are a piece of shit…” Hidan slouched his shoulders and mumbled something about not being a moron then clicked his tongue. “Alright, show me what ya got!” Hairo beamed and disappeared behind another door off to the right. Kakuzu glanced down at his partner.

“Are you sure you can trust him?”

“…No. Hairo is my friend, but he’s also quite a lot of trouble. Makes it more interesting, though, don’t you think!” The man in question appeared around the corner holding a long weapon, wrapped loosely in burlap rags. He shook them off to reveal a charcoal black staff and a single black damascus blade protruding from the top. It was sleek and dark and truly beautiful. Hidan’s face flushed in sadistic pleasure and Hairo smiled back darkly.

“The other scythe was too colorful, to bold, made for a reckless idiot. This one, though, is made for the herald of death, himself. The reaper. What do you think?” Hidan reached out with pale trembling hands and wrapped his fingers around the snath (*the shaft of a scythe for those who don’t know ** it is usually made of wood, but Hidan’s scythe is all metal). One hand traveled down towards the end where the metal spiraled and twisted into a sharp point. He brushed his thumb over the edge and a bead of blood immediately took shape, rolling off of his flesh and falling to the floor. “Sharp, isn’t it? It detaches at the end and is connected to the rest of the snath by a hidden cord, much like your old one, so you can still fight over long distances.” The immortal toyed with the spike, detaching it, then linking it back together. He then flipped it over and let his hand run along the shaft and up to the sharp metal blade. Kakuzu couldn’t help but notice that the way the immortal touched it was almost sexual and he decided to leave the two to it while he walked around the room and appraised the weaponry.

“Do you want it?”

“Not if you are going to make me do something weird for it.”

“Awe, Hidan, you think so little of me!”

“Then what do you want?”

“Just thought we could spend a little time together, you know, like we used to.” Hidan bit his lip and glanced at Kakuzu who either really didn’t hear or was pretending like he didn’t.

“We are leaving tomorrow.”

“Then stay with me tonight. You can go back in the morning.” Hairo reached out and ghosted his fingers over the immortals exposed collar bone. Suddenly, a bronze hand grabbed the blonde by his wrist and shoved him back. Hairo opened his mouth to protest but the words died in his throat under the terrifying red and green gaze of his friends’ partner.

“What are you doing?” Rumbled Kakuzu’s deep voice, low and dangerous like thunder before a storm. The blacksmith straightened his posture and replaced his surprised expression with that of mild amusement. He stared past the taller male to Hidan and cocked his head in fake innocence.

“Hm. Partners you said? It looks like a bit more than that to me.” Kakuzu roughly let go of his wrist and turned to Hidan who’s face was a deep crimson.

“We’re leaving.”

“But-“

“Now.”

“I’m not done here.”

“Hidan!” Hidan stared wide eyes at his partner, the stern voice sending shivers down his back. Kakuzu hadn’t used that tone with him in a while and he forgot how much it turned him on. The immortal nodded, swallowing hard. As Kakuzu made his way up the stairs, Hidan glanced over his shoulder and gave his old friend and apologetic smile before following suit.

“Wait! Hidan!” Hairo ran up the stairs a few seconds later and tossed Hidan the scythe. The immortal caught it looked down at the weapon questioningly. “It was meant for you anyway. No one else is crazy enough to wield something like this so just take it.” A broad, handsome smile formed on the blonde’s lips. “And if you ever get tired of that old man, you know where to find me! And if not, well, still come find me, yea?”

Hidan burst through the door and found Kakuzu waiting for him expectantly outside. The older man glanced at the scythe but said nothing before turning and guiding them back out into the street. The aura around Kakuzu was dark and intimidating and Hidan bit his lip, feeling as though all of that negative energy were directed specifically at him. He couldn’t help but wonder what he did to piss his partner off so much. Hidan opened his mouth to ask about it but closed it immediately. Usually, when Kakuzu was in this kind of mood, it was best not to push him. Any other day, Hidan wouldn’t care, it was kind of fun to mess with the miser, but today, he was in a good mood and decided to drop it. Hidan gripped the snath of the scythe harder and smiled brightly, feeling like himself for the first time in a long time.

It was late by the time they made it back to their hotel. They had walked the entire way in silence as the last of the evening sun gave way to a black moonless sky. In the reception area, the air was thick and humid and so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Even the check in desk was unmanned at the moment. Hidan followed a distance behind his partner, growing more warry of his dark mood the closer they got to the privacy of their hotel room. Kakuzu rarely struck him in public because dealing with the aftermath was too much work, so when Hidan did get his ass kicked, it was always in a location where they would be unnoticed. Behind a locked door, for example. Kakuzu fidgeted with the key for a brief second then pushed the door to their room open and went inside. Hidan stared at it, unsure, before slowly stepping in after him.

Before he had even crossed the threshold, a large hand wrapped around his throat and slammed him into the wall as Kakuzu kicked the door shut so hard that the paint near the frame cracked and flaked. His face was inches from Hidan’s who breath hitched as he dug his nails into tanned flesh. “I see he gave you that scythe. Are you going to go back and fuck him for it? That seemed to be what he wanted.” Kakuzu hissed in a low dangerous voice. Once again, Hidan shivered, unable to stop the heat that started pulling low in his belly. He forced a smile and fixed the older man with a defiant glare.

“Are you jealous?” Kakuzu reeled back his fist and punched the immortal in the face, hard. Hidan tasted blood in his mouth, pain searing along his jawline. He spit the blood-saliva mixture out to the side then returned his violet eyes back to his partners.

“I told you…you belong to me.” Kakuzu stuck him again and for a second, stars burst behind Hidan’s eyes as his head bounced off of the wall.

“I-I belong to-to Jashin-sama.” Hidan panted, bracing himself for another blow. Kakuzu didn’t disappoint.

“Can’t belong to something that doesn’t exist.”

“Heathen bastard. I should have left you to rot in hell!” The immortal slurred, mouth swollen and bruised. Kakuzu pulled his fist back and threw it full force, this time driving it into Hidan’s ribcage. He hadn’t been this mad at him in a long time but hitting his partner was making him want to vomit. Pangs of guilt crawled beneath his skin like insects. Kakuzu stuck him again in the stomach. It had never been like this before. If anything, in the past, taking out his frustration on the immortal like this gave him some kind of sadistic satisfaction. Right now, however, watching the blood drip down Hidan’s lips and onto his chin as he started to plead ‘enough, enough’ was hurting the older man more than he would ever admit.

Kakuzu leaned in and gently pressed his lips against his partners, relishing in the metallic taste of blood that coated his bruised mouth. Hidan opened his eyes in mild confusion then let them flutter closed, barely conscious. He reached up with trembling fingers and tapped lightly at the hand around his throat. Kakuzu loosened his grip and slid his digits up into soft silver locks instead, the other hand coming to rest on Hidan’s lower back for support. Unsure of the sudden change in mood but definatly not ungrateful for it, the immortal opened his mouth to let his partners tongue glide past his lips and dip inside. It was hot and filled with warm blood. Kakuzu slipped his leg in between Hidan’s thighs and ground it against the immortal’s erection who moaned softly into their kiss. He couldn’t help but smirk.

“Hm?” Hidan hummed, pulling away only enough to speak, lips still brushing his partners.

“Your hard?”

“Cause you’re fucking hot when you’re mad.” Hidan replied with a snicker, opening his eyes which reflected his desire like a one-way mirror.

“Masochist.” Kakuzu chided.

“Sadist.” Hidan smiled and leaned back into the kiss before pulling away again. Hesitantly, he added, “Kuzu…Just so you know, I would never have fucked him... maybe in the past, but not anymore.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“You already know. I don’t need to say it.”

“Say it while I'm asking you nicely.”

“Because I’m yours.”

“I thought you belonged to Jashin-sama.” Kakuzu nipped at the hand shaped bruise forming on his partners throat.

“Yea. And I’ll be punished for saying that, too, so you’ll only hear it this once.”

“Hm. We’ll see.” Kakuzu dragged his tongue along Hidan’s neck and flicked it teasingly against his ear making him quake in anticipation. Before he could register what was happening, black threads crept out of the older man’s body slid under Hidan’s clothes tearing and pulling at them until he was left with nothing. Pleased, Kakuzu glided his hand down the now exposed flesh of his partners chest, thumb catching a nipple. Hidan moaned and arched his back off of the wall, desperate for more friction. When he couldn’t take any more, the immortal pushed against his partners chest, creating space between them, then smiled devilishly as he dropped to his knees. With hot breath, he kissed his partners erection though the material. Kakuzu bit back the noises threatening to spill out but didn’t move, letting Hidan undo his pants and expose his hard cock. Hidan parted his lips and licked the tip playfully before taking the whole thing in his mouth, the head pressing into the back of his throat. Kakuzu impatiently gripped his hair, pulling him away before thrusting it back in hard.

Hidan closed his eyes tight and did his best to accommodate to the rough treatment, the jabs to his jaw earlier making every thrust sting. Despite the pain, he sucked hard, twirling his tongue around Kakuzu’s dick in slow tantalizing patterns. The older man pulled his dick out and used his grip on Hidan’s hair to drag him to the bed before throwing him on it, violently. From his position, Hidan stared up at his partner with needy violet eyes. Kakuzu glanced down at the immortal’s feet and felt annoyed that he still had his boots on. He pulled them off unceremoniously then ran his hands along the pale body. Beginning at the jawline, down his throat to his chest, over a nipple, tracing a hipbone, until he settled at his ankle. His hand then gripped Hidan's foot and lifted his leg, ducking under it to come up between his thighs as he climbed on the bed. He brought he foot up to his face and sucked on a toe, smirking as Hidan wriggled about below him trying to suppress a laugh. Moving on, the older man nipped at his ankle then shifted farther up and bit his inner thigh hard, one hand coming up to stroke Hidan’s erection.

The immortal sighed into the rough touches, losing all rational thought to desire as he became a hot moaning mess under Kakuzu’s care. The older man rubbed his thumb over the top of Hidan’s penis, moving the other hand up to play with his nipple. “K-Kuzu, if you do both…I’ll – ah – Stop. I-I don't want to...” Kakuzu moved his thumb and slid his hand down the shaft roughly. Hidan arched his back and covered his mouth with his arm to suppress his moan as he came hard, cum splashing up his stomach. Kakuzu frowned, pulling his hand away to observe the mess covering his fingers. He glanced back at Hidan then reached out with his clean hand and moved the arm covering Hidan's face aside. Hidan stared up at him, flushed and panting making Kakuzu's dick twitch.

“That was quick, and I wasn’t even rough with you.” Kakuzu gave him a cruel smile, dark hair framing his face and tumbling down over his shoulders. If Hidan hadn’t thought he could get any redder, he was wrong. His face felt like it was burning up. He looked away, unable to tell Kakuzu that it was because he could see his face, because his brows were furrowed in concentration, because he was flushed, too, because he looked handsome like this, because Hidan felt like he was beginning to feel something that someone as screwed up as him shouldn’t be able to feel. Kakuzu grabbed his chin and forced him to look into his red-green eyes. “Look at me. I’m not nearly finished with you. And don't cover you're mouth anymore…I want to hear it.”

Kakuzu took the hand that was covered in Hidan’s cum and slid it across his entrance. Hidan bit his lip at first but then gave in and parted his lips, letting a moan slip out as a finger slid inside of him. “F-Forget the foreplay. Just – ah – just put it inside me. Please.” Kakuzu fingered him slowly, enjoying the slight quiver on the cusp of his partners voice. “Please…Please.” He begged. Kakuzu pulled his fingers out and covered his dick with some of the cum drying on Hidan’s stomach. He wanted to tease him more, but with Hidan begging like that, it was impossible. He lined himself up and thrust all the way in mercilessly, watching Hidan’s eyes go wide, tears overflowing and cascading down his face.

Kakuzu leaned over, smashing their lips together hastily. After a short time, Hidan moved his hips, hands trailing down his partners back. The older man sat back up, releasing his threads once more which bound Hidan’s arms above his head and wrapped around his chest. With his partner unable to move, he pulled out and thrust back in earning him a string of profanities spoken in a desperate plea. He grabbed Hidan under his thighs and pushed his legs up by his head, pounding into his tight hole. Hidan trembled and Kakuzu reached in between them to cover the top of Hidan’s dick to stop him from cumming too soon. The immortal whimpered, drool dripping down his chin, eyes never leaving Kakuzu’s in unwavering obedience that finally sent the older man over the edge. He let go of Hidan’s cock, cum splashing between them once more as Kakuzu came into his ass.

The older man collapsed onto his partners chest, both panting heavily. As the air returned to their lungs, Kakuzu turned his face towards the immortal and kissed his neck hungerly. Hidan scoffed under him making the older man pull away with a scowl. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Hidan, don’t make me hit you again.”

“How can you go from being so sweet to such a sadistic bastard?” Kakuzu glared at him, annoyed with the sarcastic tone. He bit him hard on the jawline in retaliation.

“Ow!”

“Shut up.” Hidan smirked but did as he was told. This time it was Kakuzu who scoffed, pressing feathered kisses along his collar bone. “You are surprisingly obedient tonight.”

“You are surprisingly nice; just didn’t want to ruin it."