Bread and Circuses; a Kakuzu x Hidan smutfic
Just want to say, I HATE TAXES AS MUCH AS KAKUZU. So, as a form of my own special tax relief, I finished up a smut fic. A kind of ping-pong style which is a new one for me, kinda fun. Please know that the point of view switches back and forth. Also TOTALLY NOT WORK SAFE. Here it is!!!
Title: Bread and Circuses
Pairing: Kakuzu x Hidan
Rating: MA, definitely MA
Summary: Kakuzu and Hidan musings on each other and what makes them so alluring.
Warning: Explicit descriptions of sex. Very. Explicit. And kinda' raunchy.
Status: Oneshot, done.
Hidan doesn’t know why exactly Kakuzu agrees to give him blow jobs. Kakuzu is usually not that philanthropic; his avarice is well known. Maybe it is because he likes the power it gives him over Hidan, how it leaves him flushed and panting and needy. How he can get Hidan so close to the edge that he is on the verge of begging, how he writhes and moans, hands fisting the sheets or in the grass or even sometimes tangling in the thick mass of hair hanging over Kakuzu’s shoulder. How Hidan becomes pliant afterwards, conceding access to his body to Kakuzu who will proceed to fuck him roughly for his own gratification, until his body rises again and Hidan is left sore and sated.
Kakuzu doesn’t know why exactly Hidan lets himself be blown. Hidan is usually so obsessive and controlling over his body, becoming furious when others injure him or do things to him. Maybe it is because he enjoys giving up control for once, letting someone else take charge of his pleasure when he only allows himself to inflict injury. Letting someone else drive his body to peaks of ecstasy not achievable through the fusion of triumphant pain in quasi-death. Maybe it is the payment he demands for allowing Kakuzu to take his own pleasure from Hidan’s body, an equal exchange- although Kakuzu thinks that for one blow job, he is getting the better deal, and Hidan is selling himself short.
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Hidan in making his way to his room, settling in for the night after Kakuzu has negotiated the price for two small rooms in an out of the way inn on the border of some backwater town. Despite how stingy and tight-fisted Kakuzu is with money, all the Akatsuki room separately. There is no pattern to what they do; they can fight all day and still end up sharing the pleasure of their bodies at night, and when Kakuzu knocks on his door- it is him, Hidan can tell by the two firm raps- and looks at him with hunger in acid green eyes, Hidan tilts his chin up and gives a sly grin in answer, and they find themselves tangled up in each other once more.
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Kakuzu isn’t generally as interested in sexual proclivities given his age and experience- nothing seems new and exciting anymore- until Hidan. The first time Kakuzu feels just how quickly Hidan’s body heals when accommodating him, he can’t hold back and they end up nearly breaking the western-style bed at the inn where they’re staying. Hidan’s body recovers so rapidly that with every thrust, Kakuzu feels like he’s fucking a virgin; it’s the best thing ever. Not only that, but how willing and agreeable Hidan is to their situation makes sex with him endlessly worthwhile.
The first time Hidan feels the stitching on the inside of Kakuzu’s cheeks rasp against the tip his sex, his toes curl and he writhes off the bed. The delicious friction over the head of his cock as the ridges bump across it leaves him breathless, straining not to lose it. The slide of tongue, deliberate, methodical laving him as the taut threads pull across leaves him with an aching need beyond his ability to control. Kakuzu’s firm grip on his shaft, holding him off, making it better when he finally does come. For all their arguments, Kakuzu and Hidan have impeccable teamwork.
---
The feeling of wetness inside is mortifying. The tangible reminder of the facts, of the truth, that Kakuzu fucked him and came in his ass. Once, when Hidan was rather drunk- he thinks Kakuzu planned on him not remembering the specifics of what they did that night- after the taki nin had taken him at least three times, hard, rough, deep. After Hidan had laid his head onto the mattress, exhausted, resting before he made his way to the bathroom to clean up, Kakuzu instead of moving away had remained behind him. Instead of continuing on for another round as Hidan had expected, Kakuzu had pushed his thighs apart, molded wide palms over his ass, and spread him open. Then Kakuzu had watched as the cum leaked out over his balls. Hidan had been too shocked to say a word. Just lay there, incredulous that Kakuzu would do something so lewd, and also embarrassed. Yes, embarrassed beyond belief, being stared at in such an indecent way, so vulgar, and yet it had made him burn with lust.
He’s seen Hidan bleed countless times, even seen him cry a few, but when Hidan cums Kakuzu knows he is the only one who gets to watch. Hidan serves a greedy God, one that demands tedious ritualistic worship and hours upon hours of devotions and prayers. A God that requires the cruelest of pain to be inflicted by one’s own hand, and that chains Hidan to a life of suffering. Kakuzu is also greedy; he covets money and spends long hours reading financial papers and balancing accounts. He also covets Hidan; his tacit obedience and cooperation in battle, in sex. Kakuzu doesn’t believe anymore in the saying, ‘You reap what you sow’; he knows that the unscrupulous and powerful will take advantage of those too stupid or indifferent to avoid being exploited. Money is power, and he abides by this belief as strongly as Hidan clings to the precepts of his religion. But somehow, when they find themselves inevitably gravitating towards one another, not money, nor religion nor any other factor- tangible or esoteric- can hold against the power of being drawn together.
~owari
A/N: I really wanted to write something in sequence to my main fic ‘The Chosen’ but I also wanted some KakuHida sex, and they just might not ever get to that in the story, so voila. Also, I was all out of meaningful emotional bonding a la my other fic ‘Divine’ so it turned out kinky and salacious, which kind of makes me blush and feel ashamed at having made these two such dirty dirty men, but I hope it wasn’t too outrageous! I’m not entirely pleased with it, but meh, here it is.
I also do not take credit for the, ah, unique healing ability as pertains to specific body areas mentioned here within; I credit Rauhreif in her doujin ‘BodyBuddy I’ for that one. That is some mighty fine kink, mmm mm!
X-posted to kakuhidan
The lj-cut text comes from wikipedia's definition of loaded language.
Title: Bread and Circuses
Pairing: Kakuzu x Hidan
Rating: MA, definitely MA
Summary: Kakuzu and Hidan musings on each other and what makes them so alluring.
Warning: Explicit descriptions of sex. Very. Explicit. And kinda' raunchy.
Status: Oneshot, done.
Hidan doesn’t know why exactly Kakuzu agrees to give him blow jobs. Kakuzu is usually not that philanthropic; his avarice is well known. Maybe it is because he likes the power it gives him over Hidan, how it leaves him flushed and panting and needy. How he can get Hidan so close to the edge that he is on the verge of begging, how he writhes and moans, hands fisting the sheets or in the grass or even sometimes tangling in the thick mass of hair hanging over Kakuzu’s shoulder. How Hidan becomes pliant afterwards, conceding access to his body to Kakuzu who will proceed to fuck him roughly for his own gratification, until his body rises again and Hidan is left sore and sated.
Kakuzu doesn’t know why exactly Hidan lets himself be blown. Hidan is usually so obsessive and controlling over his body, becoming furious when others injure him or do things to him. Maybe it is because he enjoys giving up control for once, letting someone else take charge of his pleasure when he only allows himself to inflict injury. Letting someone else drive his body to peaks of ecstasy not achievable through the fusion of triumphant pain in quasi-death. Maybe it is the payment he demands for allowing Kakuzu to take his own pleasure from Hidan’s body, an equal exchange- although Kakuzu thinks that for one blow job, he is getting the better deal, and Hidan is selling himself short.
---
Hidan in making his way to his room, settling in for the night after Kakuzu has negotiated the price for two small rooms in an out of the way inn on the border of some backwater town. Despite how stingy and tight-fisted Kakuzu is with money, all the Akatsuki room separately. There is no pattern to what they do; they can fight all day and still end up sharing the pleasure of their bodies at night, and when Kakuzu knocks on his door- it is him, Hidan can tell by the two firm raps- and looks at him with hunger in acid green eyes, Hidan tilts his chin up and gives a sly grin in answer, and they find themselves tangled up in each other once more.
---
Kakuzu isn’t generally as interested in sexual proclivities given his age and experience- nothing seems new and exciting anymore- until Hidan. The first time Kakuzu feels just how quickly Hidan’s body heals when accommodating him, he can’t hold back and they end up nearly breaking the western-style bed at the inn where they’re staying. Hidan’s body recovers so rapidly that with every thrust, Kakuzu feels like he’s fucking a virgin; it’s the best thing ever. Not only that, but how willing and agreeable Hidan is to their situation makes sex with him endlessly worthwhile.
The first time Hidan feels the stitching on the inside of Kakuzu’s cheeks rasp against the tip his sex, his toes curl and he writhes off the bed. The delicious friction over the head of his cock as the ridges bump across it leaves him breathless, straining not to lose it. The slide of tongue, deliberate, methodical laving him as the taut threads pull across leaves him with an aching need beyond his ability to control. Kakuzu’s firm grip on his shaft, holding him off, making it better when he finally does come. For all their arguments, Kakuzu and Hidan have impeccable teamwork.
---
The feeling of wetness inside is mortifying. The tangible reminder of the facts, of the truth, that Kakuzu fucked him and came in his ass. Once, when Hidan was rather drunk- he thinks Kakuzu planned on him not remembering the specifics of what they did that night- after the taki nin had taken him at least three times, hard, rough, deep. After Hidan had laid his head onto the mattress, exhausted, resting before he made his way to the bathroom to clean up, Kakuzu instead of moving away had remained behind him. Instead of continuing on for another round as Hidan had expected, Kakuzu had pushed his thighs apart, molded wide palms over his ass, and spread him open. Then Kakuzu had watched as the cum leaked out over his balls. Hidan had been too shocked to say a word. Just lay there, incredulous that Kakuzu would do something so lewd, and also embarrassed. Yes, embarrassed beyond belief, being stared at in such an indecent way, so vulgar, and yet it had made him burn with lust.
He’s seen Hidan bleed countless times, even seen him cry a few, but when Hidan cums Kakuzu knows he is the only one who gets to watch. Hidan serves a greedy God, one that demands tedious ritualistic worship and hours upon hours of devotions and prayers. A God that requires the cruelest of pain to be inflicted by one’s own hand, and that chains Hidan to a life of suffering. Kakuzu is also greedy; he covets money and spends long hours reading financial papers and balancing accounts. He also covets Hidan; his tacit obedience and cooperation in battle, in sex. Kakuzu doesn’t believe anymore in the saying, ‘You reap what you sow’; he knows that the unscrupulous and powerful will take advantage of those too stupid or indifferent to avoid being exploited. Money is power, and he abides by this belief as strongly as Hidan clings to the precepts of his religion. But somehow, when they find themselves inevitably gravitating towards one another, not money, nor religion nor any other factor- tangible or esoteric- can hold against the power of being drawn together.
~owari
A/N: I really wanted to write something in sequence to my main fic ‘The Chosen’ but I also wanted some KakuHida sex, and they just might not ever get to that in the story, so voila. Also, I was all out of meaningful emotional bonding a la my other fic ‘Divine’ so it turned out kinky and salacious, which kind of makes me blush and feel ashamed at having made these two such dirty dirty men, but I hope it wasn’t too outrageous! I’m not entirely pleased with it, but meh, here it is.
I also do not take credit for the, ah, unique healing ability as pertains to specific body areas mentioned here within; I credit Rauhreif in her doujin ‘BodyBuddy I’ for that one. That is some mighty fine kink, mmm mm!
X-posted to kakuhidan
The lj-cut text comes from wikipedia's definition of loaded language.