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AND PART THREE
(part 1)
(part 2)
WHO: Kakuzu and Hidan
WHAT: The results of their little 'bet'.
WHEN: October 1st (shut up this was 46 pages long)
WHERE: Almost everywhere on the damn island.
WARNINGS: EVERYTHING.
Just because drunken Kakuzu wasn’t as wise as he might normally be, it didn’t make it stupid by any stretch of the imagination, and he was at least partially prepared for an attack. He just hadn’t expected it to come from that particular angle, so in the process of grabbing Hidan’s wrist with one hand to deflect the blow, and trying to shove at his shoulder with the other-which, from a more optimal position, had it succeeded, would have made it easier to twist the other man’s arm behind his back-he ended up losing his own balance, and toppling them both off the couch, into the space between the couch and the coffee table. (It was fortunate, of course, that the furniture was well spaced enough, otherwise one of them could have ended up with a rather nice concussion.) And in turn, he ended up pinning the blond to the floor simply with his own body weight. He thought little of it, having been in a similar position in fights many times before. It was effective and easy, and not quite what he’d been going for, but it worked just as well as anything. It kept whoever you were trying to keep down under your control at least, especially when you knew they had little chance of overpowering you. And as far as he was concerned, his roommate was a little too tipsy to be considered a formidable foe.
“Don’t even try it,” he hissed, no longer playing games. Even glaring down at the other, through narrowed eyes, he failed to notice the compromising position he’d put them in.
Of all the ways to compare Kakuzu and Hidan, only one had ever really seemed to work in terms of violence- you are the big rocket launcher, and I’m just the shotgun. Hidan could fight, really, but in comparison to Kakuzu and almost all of the group’s members, he was the worst. He kept working, and he was lucky, better with something sharp in his hands than just his fists.
He squirmed underneath Kakuzu, glaring back with hair splayed all over the carpet and breath knocked out of him. Wincing, Hidan tried to ignore the dull pain of his arm almost being twisted behind his back (now roughly pinned to the carpet and it was likely a burn would be left) and concentrate on anything else.
... Well, anything else other than how they’d wound up. Why couldn’t he just joke about it? Why the Hell did he feel himself getting flustered when he noticed?
“Well I can’t exactly now, can I Kakuzu?” He replied, somewhat breathless, wanting to say something about Kakuzu’s sexuality to freak the other man out but as soon as the words entered his head he found his cheeks heating up and he cursed in a whisper. The blond pushed against Kakuzu again. “Now will you fucking get off me?” He didn’t like being this close. (Because he liked it far too much.)
“Why, so you can try to punch me again? I think I like it much better right where I am,” Kakuzu sneered, and would have pushed down harder if it wouldn’t have hurt him as well. As it was, his hands were in a world of pain after their earlier incident, and had been lightly throbbing since. This was even worse, but it was better than a broken nose. And he still hadn’t registered the fact that he was, indeed, straddling Hidan’s hips in a rather compromising manner, although he had to stop and wonder if the blond was actually blushing or if it was the rush of blood to his head, at which point a few gears turned and clicked into the ‘oh-shit’ position. His glare faltered for only a second at the realization, but was just as quickly restored. Even if it was awkward, even if it was incriminating, even if the thought of being in said compromising position didn’t bother him nearly as much as it should have, it was still effective. And if it hadn’t meant that he would probably get lunged at again, he would have already been halfway across the room, instead of trying to figure out where to go from there, since he couldn’t keep the man pinned on the floor forever.
And besides, even if Hidan wasn’t going to make light of it, Kakuzu sure was, and it was right back to the taunting again.
“Besides, I think you like it too,” he continued, voice much lower and perhaps a little more inadvertently sultry than he’d expected, but he didn’t notice too much. “I think you like it a lot more than you want to admit.”
Well... at least Kakuzu wasn’t totally oblivious to the situation he’d gotten them both into, though Hidan wasn’t taking much comfort in that fact because Kakuzu seemed completely unfazed by it and he wasn’t getting off Hidan. Hidan was fazed, Hidan was bothered and this wasn’t fair! Why was Hidan fazed? It didn’t make sense! This was embarrassing, whether people were there or not. It was making him feel suffocated and paranoid and- OH GOD THAT MENTAL IMAGE SHOULD NOT BE IN HIS HEAD. GETITOUTGETITOUT. A mental image that was not being aided by Kakuzu’s voice right there.
“Nhh...” Hidan groaned, mostly to himself, closing his eyes and rolling his head back a little further, showing off the arch of his neck unintentionally. He didn’t have the capacity to deny that, or say anything else. Hidan, despite his hypocrisy, wasn’t really a liar; in fact he had a major problem with saying exactly what was on his mind. And he just couldn’t deny it. But- but he should be able to deny it, right? Because there was no way he actually liked this.
It was unfathomable to Hidan that he would ever like it. (Though, until today, it was also unfathomable that he would ever wear a dress- especially that ugly Lolita shit- and not be bothered by it.)
There was one thing, one minor thing, that Kakuzu had neglected to take into account: as more and more alcohol got absorbed into his blood stream as time passed, he would get all the more tipsy and generally out of it. As such, he was growing steadily less inhibited by his normal fears and conventions. The most important of which was getting steadily pushed aside. The most important being that he was in no way attracted to men, even ones as nice on the eyes as Hidan, and he realized very well what he had thought but there was no use denying it. It was an undeniable fact that many, many people-both women and men-found the man beneath him extremely attractive. And if it was a fact, then it was perfectly okay to think it, and if he didn’t actually mean anything by it, then it was certainly okay to keep up the little game he was playing, take it a step further, because it really meant nothing. It certainly did not reflect his true thoughts or feelings, except for the fact that it was sort of fun to toy with Hidan’s mind, and certainly didn’t mean he actually had any sort of attraction to the man.
“Was that a yes? I do believe I just heard a ‘yes I do’, which would mean that you also, most likely, wouldn’t mind…if…I…”
There couldn’t have been a better opportunity, either, as he leaned in, hesitating briefly while he reassured that he was only doing this to mess with Hidan, and not because of any sort of secret, repressed desire, before finally making the commitment to place several, far-too-sincere kisses on the blond’s exposed neck. It started off as just a light brush of the lips against skin, and then somehow tongue got involved, and then somehow teeth, and although he was pretty sure the somewhat rough bites he ended up giving were right up Hidan’s alley, he had to sort of wonder how he let it get that far, when it was supposed to be something short, and quick, and teasing, but it was best not to think too much on it.
He only found this nice because he was drunk and his hormones would take anything. Not because it was Kakuzu who was doing it because that would imply some attraction towards the man and Hidan most certainly wasn’t attracted to him. No sir. Why would he be? It was a sin and Hidan wouldn’t do something so sinful ever.
His fingers curled, nails scratching against the carpet at the feeling of Kakuzu’s teeth against his neck, barely breaking skin. (No, he didn’t hiss ‘harder’ there, not at all.) The biting was right up his alley, and the moans were just because of that, not because Kakuzu was the only person who had ever gotten that straight and tried to hurt him for that delicious thrill that it gave him. His free hand only wound up in Kakuzu’s hair, twisting tightly in it, because he was finally coming to his senses and prying the other man from his neck, not because he was pulling the other man into a kiss. His lips weren’t crushing against Kakuzu’s and he wasn’t making sure their bodies were pressed together, he was merely...
... Okay, so he didn’t know what he was doing exactly. But it wasn’t reciprocating anything at all, because that would mean he was attracted to Kakuzu and like he’d said several times already (to himself) he was not attracted to Kakuzu.
That would just shoot his whole life to Hell.
It was mildly difficult to pretend that he was still playing a game when Kakuzu found his lips not at the other man’s (rather nice) neck but rather locked with Hidan’s own, and no he wasn’t actually trying to put any tongue into it, it was just sort of a natural reaction. Honestly, when someone was making out with you, it was just a natural reaction. Except when you should normally be repulsed. And normally, he should have been repulsed, considering who was swapping spit with. And somehow, miraculously, he neither pulled away, nor punched Hidan in the face for trying anything.
By the time he found his grip loosening on the other man’s wrist, he realized it was getting pretty hard to deny a few very obvious things.
Like the fact that he was straddling his roommate.
And making out with him.
(Rather passionately, he added mentally.)
And that he didn’t even care, except for that the floor was rather uncomfortable on his knees, since the apartment hadn’t seen plush carpet in years.
There was definitely something wrong with the scene, but he didn’t even care to tear himself away, because damn it, he was enjoying it, and goodness knew that his pseudo-girlfriend wasn’t putting out anyway, but from the way Hidan had their bodies pressed together (another thing Kakuzu didn’t mind so much) he was and it would be uneconomical to turn it down, what with the rising prices of prostitutes, and alright, he was just a little bit intrigued to see where this might go. But mostly the benefit outweighed the cost. Definitely. Sort of.
It was nothing to do with attraction, Hidan decided, why he was snogging the life out of Kakuzu right now. (And it wasn’t a murder attempt either.) It was a game, that was it. They’d been getting oddly flustered by one another all day (and Hidan refused to believe it had anything to do with hormones) and now they were kissing and everything because they were trying to see who would get freaked out first and break.
And for once, Hidan refused to be the one that broke, no matter what. And the alcohol wasn’t helping when it was suffocating the part of him that said it was all wrong and giving his body all the control it wanted.
And it seemed that his body wanted nothing more than-- no, he wasn’t thinking that. There was another word, and it wasn’t ‘Kakuzu’. ‘Humiliating Kakuzu’, maybe, but it definitely wasn’t just Kakuzu. At a later date, after the alcohol and hangover had subsided, maybe Hidan would stop to think why to all of this.
But Hell, that was for later. Right now Hidan just wanted to claw, touch and be made to bleed. Oh God, how he wanted to bleed at the other’s touch. His lips parted a little further, moan in the back of his throat as his hand dropped from Kakuzu’s hair to his shoulder, fingers pressing rather roughly through the fabric of Kakuzu’s top.
All of this had nothing to do with who they were, but everything to do with who they were. What they knew about each other- the masochist and the sadist. Hidan didn’t stop to think how well that worked; he wasn’t ready to admit that worked.
By that point, nothing Kakuzu was doing was really of conscious decision. Not that he wasn’t thinking, but things seemed to just happen, a series of events entirely out of his control, despite the fact that he was in control, more so than he really comprehended. Somewhere in his mind it occurred to him that this could actually in some way be mutually beneficial. He wanted to get rough, Hidan liked it rough. Once the alcohol had filtered from his system, he really wouldn’t be thinking the same thing, but it hadn’t yet, and wouldn’t for a while, so he would make good on the rest of this bet. Because he had said anything. And once again, Hidan had failed to clarify. It was never specified what the scope of anything was, and so one could only take it to mean absolutely anything. Not that he’d predicted wielding his powers for these sorts of purposes. There were still some whys and what the hells floating around in the back of his mind, but they were almost entirely drowned out by something screaming to just do it, to find out what all the fuss was about.
The floor, unfortunately, was not the best place for experimentation. Prying himself away, he swiftly got to his feet, but didn’t extend a hand, instead letting them both come to rest moodily on his hips.
“Get up,” he barked, looking down with a rather nasty sneer. It was awkward to think, but he rather preferred Hidan from this angle, although perhaps it had just a little to do with the power going all to his head. “I don’t have all night, hurry up.”
Hidan’s thought process- as small as it was- was quite definitely on hiatus tonight. The alcohol had seen to that well and truly. Thus it took him a while to actually understand what had and was happening when Kakuzu pulled away and stood up. Propping himself up on his elbows he took the moment to stare at the other man and catch his breath, mind only vaguely registering exactly what had happened and who he’d kissed. His rather blank stare mutated into a glare when Kakuzu barked at him and it was reflex for him to aim a kick at Kakuzu’s shins in retaliation.
“Oh shut the fuck up, Mussolini,” Hidan replied, slowly getting to his feet anyway with a subconscious rub of the wrist that had been trapped against the carpet. Fuck, his head hurt too. The blond rubbed his temples with his fingers slowly, trying to remember what he was thinking only a few seconds ago when they were on the floor like that. Making Kakuzu break? Was that it? Well, it didn’t seem to work and he wasn’t running to repent yet.
Why wasn’t he running to repent anyway? Why did he feel some curiosity to what would happen next? (Especially when all the scenes his mind had for what would happen next were likely to get him sent to Hell just for thinking about them.) Hidan could almost feel the fact that he was so fucking screwed right now. He wasn’t running and he was interested in this.
Damn alcohol. Goddamn fucking alcohol. He already knew he was going to regret this, but that part of him wouldn’t do shit about this and his body wasn’t listening to it anyway.
With them both finally on their feet, Kakuzu grabbed at Hidan’s wrist, digging his nails in and pulling roughly. Any semblance of calm demeanour gone, and now resolute in finding out what was going on in his rather muddled mind, there was really only one place he could want to take the blond. So whether or not Hidan wanted to go, he was going to get there either way, even if he had to drag kicking and screaming. Although he was slightly curious as to why Hidan wasn’t already kicking and screaming. For all the preaching that man did, alcohol seemed to do away with all of that supposed piousness, and then again, wasn’t drinking so much alcohol in the first place some kind of sin? Even the non-religious one could see how that rather easily fell into the realm of gluttony, but even so, it wasn’t really here, nor there, nor anywhere at the moment, because it was a short trip to his room in any case, and he was much more busy forcibly pulling the other man in with him, letting the door slam shut. Then, without much thought to it, he found himself slamming the blond against said door, which gave a creak of protest, as Kakuzu quickly resuming from the point they’d been at on the living room floor.
The whole situation was still failing to bother him as much as it should have. Maybe because he wasn’t as inwardly opposed to it as he vocalized. Sexuality was about important to him as religion, which was to say absolutely not at all. He had defended himself so vehemently on the subject mostly because he didn’t like misinformation being spread about him, but if this was how it was…well, anyone but Hidan might have been preferable, but he was there, and convenient, and really, his mind was too clouded to realize that it was, in fact Hidan and not someone else, which might or might not have been something of a blessing.
But to be quiet while being pulled to Kakuzu’s room was pretty much impossible for Hidan to do, and after the ‘Ow!’ and ‘What the fuck, Kakuzu?!’ that come from his lips, several other curses and protests followed, but strangely half-heartedly. It was all the alcohol’s fault, making it near impossible for Hidan to listen to what he should be listening to- his moral conscience, which was busy being gagged or some such shit by his hormones. He squeaked loudly enough to almost drown out the creak of the door when he was thrown against the door with a wince, about ready to begin bitching when the blond found himself in much the same position as before with Kakuzu.
He could have stopped, he could have shoved the other man away, and tomorrow he’d wonder why he didn’t, but he didn’t do anything of the sort. Instead he pressed a little more against the door, using it for extra support. He tasted like everything they’d eaten and drank today and something else that Hidan couldn’t quite place. (And why on Earth was Hidan concentrating on that?!) He was hardly even paying attention to the fact that he was or the way he was reciprocating the kiss, just doing what felt right. And it wasn’t pushing Kakuzu away and holing himself up in his room.
You’re going to regret this in the morning~, a little something sang at him before being promptly squashed by all things hormonal and fleeting.
Beyond his control, as he pressed the other man’s body firmly to the door, which was dangerously close to popping off the hinges, Kakuzu growled-quietly, but none the less…--lips still locked. Even though Hidan wasn’t struggling, not nearly as much as he should have been, and not nearly enough to warrant any sort of real force, but still reaching up to grab at the blond’s chin, fingers digging in harshly, but not enough for his nails to dig in and draw blood. He wasn’t going to give the other the pleasure of that just yet. Pulling back, he grinned a maniacal sort of grin. Now that the alcohol’s effects had gotten rid of any inhibitions he’d had, he was starting to have quite a bit of fun, as he still realized what sort of thoughts must have been running through his head.
“So this is all it takes to bring down the pious little choir boy?” he sneered, and his grip tightened just a little. “Leave it to you to be stupid enough to make a bet with open terms. But hey…you seem to be enjoying it, so I guess I have to wonder about your so-called devotion.”
The shock of pain made Hidan hiss, but not loud enough at all- it wasn’t enough, it needed more. (He was such a glutton for punishment.) His teeth nipped at Kakuzu’s lower lip before the other man started to pull away and Hidan was barely controlling himself when he pushed forward ever so slightly and it took him a moment before his eyes focused again. When he would look back on this, he wouldn’t realise himself, because he hardly recognised the way he was right now. It was almost needy and his pants were soft, and everything was ridiculously. Ridiculously. Close.
There were so many curses that swam near the top of his mind- so many denials and so much bitching it was almost amazing even for Hidan but when his eyes narrowed and locked on Kakuzu’s and his mouth opened, the only thing he found himself saying was;
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me now.”
And without even waiting for a response he pulled Kakuzu in for another kiss. Another day, another time he might have realised exactly what was going on and what he was doing and decide against it but for today- tonight- that had no place.
Hidan always did something stupid at least each day, but this was a little more epically stupid than his usual theatrics.
In Kakuzu’s mind, it was pretty obvious to see exactly where this was going, whether or not Hidan liked it…although there’d still been no real resistance. It almost wasn’t as fun, not having to fight for it. Where was the fun if the bastard wasn’t going to play hard to get? But it wasn’t like Kakuzu had ever been one for games, and the thought was born only from intoxication. Of course he’d never be doing this if he wasn’t entirely wasted, but if he were sober, he still would have wanted to get it over with, his roommate or not. So it was more out of eagerness than impatience that he grabbed at Hidan’s collar, taking several steps backwards toward the bed and-hopefully-pulling the other with him.
At this point, though, it was becoming a bit of a guessing game. Kakuzu couldn’t really say this was his area of expertise. He’d never even hugged a man who wasn’t related to him, so this was a bit of a leap, and while he wasn’t naïve-he had a pretty damn good idea of what pieces went where-there was still the question of silly little things like position and what could be used as lubricant (even his inebriated mind knew that much) and most importantly, what to watch out for. Goodness knew that if he really truly hurt Hidan…the blond might like it at first, but there would be hell the next day. More than there already would be, at least. But waiting and stopping and asking were all out of the question, because for one, he didn’t want to be a mood ruiner, and two, he really doubted that Hidan knew.
At least they’d both find out rather quickly. Experimentation was always a viable way of obtaining knowledge.
Whoa-- whoa whoa whoa! Hidan’s collar pressed roughly against his neck and started to choke him as the blond was taken by surprise at the sudden movement.
And a couple of things fell into place. (Well, they had already, but all of a sudden these thoughts actually gained weight and consequences and all of that shit Hidan never thought about.)
“... SHIT.” He’d been jerked forward somewhat by his desire not to be fucking choked (seriously, Hidan liked pain but he would rather not be choked, okay thanks. Asphyxiation is not sexy) and was still far too fucking close to Kakuzu for his tastes. His eyes flew open and stared at the other man like deer in the headlights before several other curses left his lips and no he wasn’t trembling at all, not even in the slightest.
He wasn’t sober enough to do anything else and he was still too shocked to really move any further- forwards backwards away or anywhere- mind slowly piecing together that it was his fault that--
FUCK SHIT FUCK.
There was nothing he could do to make up for this shit. Dammit, he was going to Hell. Straight there. Probably by God’s personal hand. How the fuck did he let that Heathen bastard become responsible for his demise? At all? Why- whenever he looked back at those moments just before- was he not that bothered?
No. No no no no no. FUCK no.
Kakuzu had long since learned to ignore Hidan’s curses, but in his none-too-stable state, they really only served to irritate him and push him further, to the point where he was half doing this still out of his own confusing desires, and half just to piss Hidan off. Because what better way to spite the pious little religious boy than to coerce him into some form of ultimate sin? The other man wasn’t moving, which bothered Kakuzu considerably, so as he was imagining just what would come of all this, particularly the next day and the day after and every day after that, he took the opportunity to swap places with him and push him down onto the bed with perhaps just a little too much force. He was thoroughly enjoying this in more ways than one-heck, when was the last time he got to throw Hidan around and not get his ass kicked in retaliation?
Giving an annoyed sigh, although annoyed at what precisely even he didn’t know, Kakuzu took a moment to size up the situation. He knew he was wasted off his ass. He knew he was about to screw his roommate into their bed. The only question on his mind was how much this would cost him. At the very least, there would be the therapy bills, perhaps repairs to the bed or a whole new one at that because it was no mystery that the thing was rickety. And yet for once, he also didn’t feel like dwelling on the finances, with less than thirty seconds devoted to the thought before climbing onto the bed himself and going straight for Hidan’s neck again, biting and biting hard this time around.
It shouldn’t have been hard for Hidan to stop himself getting thrown down on the bed, but apparently his body just didn’t want to listen to him right now. At all. His thoughts swam in fuzzy poison as he found himself pressed into the bed with enough force to cause a rather loud, dangerous creak from the mattress. Hidan winced slightly at the firmness of the mattress and his mind wondered how the Hell Kakuzu could sleep on something this hard. It was ridiculous that it was all he could concentrate on.
The brief pause could have been enough for Hidan to try and squirm out- there’d been so many chances for him to squirm out of this and leave and he hadn’t taken one yet. He knew, somewhere, that he wouldn’t, even if Kakuzu was considerate enough to ask him. (Yeah, because that would happen.)
God... fucking God that hurt... that hurt so fucking good. When was the last time Hidan had indulged in any good pain? Fuck, he couldn’t remember at all. He moaned, and hardly quietly either, as Kakuzu’s teeth sunk into his skin. There were faint remnants of scars on Hidan’s neck- so old Hidan could hardly remember the story behind them- and damn his neck was sensitive. His hands gripped at Kakuzu’s upper arms tightly, fingers digging into the other man’s biceps with little consideration for gentility. That wouldn’t be Hidan at all.
Of course, Kakuzu could only abuse Hidan so much before he wanted to get on with things. Of course, he knew that he’d never get the chance to have his roommate willingly let him do this sort of thing, digging his nails in, biting as hard as he could without breaking skin, but Kakuzu was also a bit selfish sometimes and tended to think more about getting his own needs satisfied in a timely manner. Being drunk wasn’t going to change any of that. And foreplay was a waste of time, at least now when it seemed like neither of them needed any more convincing to keep going in the direction they were. So, growing impatient again, he sat back so that he could initiate the downward spiral into the rest of the night ahead.
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Morning…or so Kakuzu assumed, because he was waking up and when he tried to open his eyes, the apparent light caused a sharp pain in his head. Damn. It didn’t take him long to figure out that he had a hangover and the migraine to go with it. He hated having to use up precious aspirin on these sorts of things, though, so he’d probably grin and bear it the whole day and be that much bitchier for it. He attempted to bring his hand up to shield his eyes, so that he could at least get up and close the curtains, but failed and found his arm pinned to his side. By something warm. In fact, despite the fact that he’d flung the covers halfway off of himself in his sleep, he was still warm from whatever was next to him. It was right about that point that he came to a rather startling recollection and let out a rather loud groan at the thought while he inwardly cursed himself out.
Having been quite the willing participant through the night (feed him some pain and he shuts right up- or, well, not quite) Hidan had fallen asleep rather quickly and very heavily. Unfortunately for Kakuzu, Hidan had a long standing habit of needing to be... um, close to something in order to sleep comfortably. It was something he wouldn’t tell anyone- not even his roommate knew about the bear with which the blond slept at night.
So, by morning, Hidan was quite firmly wound around Kakuzu’s arm and snoring quietly. He shifted at the loud groan and stirred slightly, eyes fluttering and he moaned as the sunlight hit him, finally waki--
WHAT THE FUCK? OWWWW.
Fuck! What the Hell hurt so fuck-- owww, Christ. What did he do last ni--
The blond froze as he looked over to what he was holding onto and his eyes widened, everything going in slow motion as he opened his mouth.
“WHAT THE FUCKING HELL KAKUZU WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WHY THE HELL ARE WE BOTH NAKED YOU FUCKING RAPIST DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA HOW MUCH CLEANSING I’LL HAVE TO DO NOW FUCKING GODDAMMIT YOU LITTLE SHIT JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE A HEATHEN BASTARD DESTINED FOR HELL DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAD TO FORCE ME TO COME WITH YOU DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING MUCH MY ASS HURTS DID YOU EVEN USE LUBE?”
No amount of screaming back was going to get Hidan to shut up at this point. Sober Kakuzu would have realized that this was coming to him in the morning, although he also would not have gone through with it in the first place. He winced visibly at his roommate’s overly loud voice, wondering if the neighbors could here, and oh fuck, what had they heard last night, and generally trying to drown it out.
“You know what we did, you know why we are naked, I don’t know probably a lot, you came rather willingly, probably a lot and no,” Kakuzu replied quietly, and rather calmly. “Now quiet down, my head is…fucking killing me.”
Kakuzu managed to wiggle himself away, stumbling off the bed and no better off for clothing and not really caring, either. Not at the moment at least. He cared more about tottering off to the bathroom and attempting to get a nice, long, warm shower. Yes, of all things he wanted right then, it was a long shower, because hell, what more did he have to lose besides a couple bucks?
Hidan had a rather long tirade prepared to continue at Kakuzu but by the time his brain had woken up enough to allow him to continue the other man had already switched on the shower and not even Hidan’s screaming (or his awful singing in the shower) could be heard over that racket. The screaming this morning and last night, however... would have definitely been heard by their neighbours. (Stupid shitty paper thin walls.)
The blond sat up in the bed, as slowly as he could, wincing and bitching as he did so before folding his arms and stewing furiously, his brows knitted together and his jawline tight, eyes trained on the door and waiting for Kakuzu to hurry the fuck back so he could give the dark-haired man a piece of his mind. A very loud, very large piece of his mind. (Though that wasn’t saying much at all.)
He refused to believe what Kakuzu told him. Of course Hidan would have nothing to do with it- it didn’t make sense in his mind, it wasn’t allowed to.
(So why the fuck was he having a hard time swallowing what he was saying?)
Denial- was that it? No. No. No way. Nope. Wasn’t denial.
Well, there was no such thing as a long, warm shower in that apartment. It was either long and cold or short and warm, and the second the hot water switched off, Kakuzu decided it was time to rinse his hair and hop out. Whatever, he was done everything necessary, the rest was just going to be soaking, trying to wash the previous night out of him completely, which he was well aware was impossible. It usually never stopped him from trying, but he didn’t feel like standing there in the freezing cold water to do so. It wasn’t worth it. He would get over it. Hidan, however, might not. Wrapping the towel around his waist, pulling the aspirin from the medicine cabinet and popping three before replacing it, he made his way back to his room. Hopefully Hidan would have retreated to say his prayers or something. There would be a lot of repenting for that boy, and Kakuzu wouldn’t be surprised if he hired a priest full time to come man a confessional right in their apartment. And he found himself vaguely wondering how many years he’d earned himself in Hell, hoping it was towards the latter end. All the more time to take over, he mused to himself. Really, religion was bullshit but kind of amusing to imagine sometimes.
Returning to his room, he found that his roommate was still there waiting for him. Wonderful. Kakuzu did his best to ignore the blond, which was often easier said than done, as he went searching through his drawers for something to wear today, throwing the pieces of his outfit on top of the dresser to collect them before he decided, although chances were that he’d change his mind three more times. It occurred to him that he was doing this in front of Hidan, and would have cared that his roommate was going to know of his little habit, but decided it really…really didn’t matter anymore. Besides, it really meant nothing if he acted like a woman when deciding what to wear for the day. The fact remained that he wasn’t the one that had been in a dress the previous day.
As soon as the water switched off, Hidan knew, and finally made the move to stand up, hands on hips, waiting for Kakuzu impatiently. He didn’t care that he was stark naked any more; he should have but what the Hell did it matter? There was worse things to worry about. Like last night for example.
When the other man finally returned, Hidan was silent, glaring at him with hands still on hips and, doing everything slowly, stepping around to shadow Kakuzu as he moved.
“Kakuzu,” he started, almost sounding far too calm and pleasant as he looked over the man’s shoulder at the clothes. “Ew, not that shirt,” he added offhandedly before continuing.
“I think we need to talk. And by talk, I mean I speak and you listen.” And with that his hands moved to Kakuzu’s shoulders, attempting to push him back onto to the bed.
“So~ about last night.” His voice was still so sweet and calm it could be worrying considering how he should have been reacting.
Giving another sigh, Kakuzu swapped out shirts and finally managed to get himself dressed. Of course, by then, Hidan had not yet moved to cover himself and Kakuzu was doing everything he could not to stare or even really look at all. Working at his hair with the towel to dry it, he stood there and gave Hidan a sort of ‘what now?’ look, but otherwise sighed and shrugged.
“Yeah, whatever. Go ahead.”
For one, there was no stopping it. He would hear it eventually, whether he wanted to or not. He was pretty sure that even if he committed suicide right then and there that Hidan might chase him to the afterlife just to chew his ear off. It was inevitable.
Then there was the fact that Hidan had indicated very clearly that he wanted to do all the talking. And if Hidan wanted to do all the talking, that meant that Kakuzu could do his best to ignore it all, drown it out, perhaps mentally rebalance his chequebook. That was always a good method for ignoring whatever Hidan had to go on about.
“The next FUCKING TIME you decide to go and find out if you’re a fucking faggot- why the Hell you needed to learn that I have no idea, seriously- you do it with someone else. I have no interest in being fucking dragged down to Hell with you and you know this, so seriously, just fucking don’t. Seriously, can you respect that much about me?” The blond started off impassioned and angry and by the end sounded far more tired, like he wasn’t just bitching for the sake of bitching.
He wasn’t. This was something Hidan actually cared about and believed in and now, thanks to that fucking bastard, it was being ruined. Dammit. Hidan already knew what he’d have to do to even be considered a serious repenter and his stomach already hated him. A week of fasting. Fucking damn.
The blond glanced at his roommate again and muttered something under his breath.
“Whatever. I’m going to shower and pray. Fucking asshole.”
“Have fun, but remember to tell God how you were practically begging me for more,” Kakuzu replied wearily, flopping back down onto his bed and getting back up immediately. Now he had to wash the sheets. Fuck. He really didn’t care much about what Hidan was going to do, though. If Hidan wanted to go sulk and cower in front of his made up little god. Kakuzu really didn’t give a damn. Of course, he wasn’t about to say that. He had his own soul searching to do, and anything to get Hidan out of his hair. In fact, he’d already started pondering the things he didn’t want to ponder as the aspirin kicked in and he set into pulling his bed sheets off, bundling them up before tossing them into a corner to deal with later.
The more he pondered it, the more it seemed like it wasn’t all that bad. And it didn’t even bother him how indifferent he was. Perhaps he was just numb. Shell shocked. And it hadn’t yet sunk in yet quite what-or rather who-he’d done. And he’d definitely been wasted, so that would be factored in, in due time or…no. No, he just didn’t give a damn. Although had he been sober and had the choice, he would have chosen anyone but Hidan, if only for Hidan’s personality and how much Kakuzu absolutely hated him. That was the only part that bothered him. That it was Hidan and not some other guy, some guy who he could at least get along with better.
The shower was always loud, and fucking freezing now Kakuzu had first go. Hidan was annoyed and tired and sore and now freezing and that stupid fucking Aretha Franklin song wouldn’t get out of his head as he hummed it idly. And of course that was all he could think about. Made perfect fucking sense. Seriously. Ugh... he was so not in the mood. He couldn’t even find the energy to pray right now, even as his brain automatically ran through the words to the Our Father and Hail Mary without needing to be prompted.
He got out of the shower as quickly as he could, moving as best as possible with this fucking-- ow-- pain and retreated to his bedroom, falling down on the bed with a loud groan and grabbing the nearest thing to pull into his body- a pillow.
Hail Mary full of grace-- (dammit why aren’t I as bothered as I should be?) The Lord is with thee-- (and why did he smell nice?) Blessed art thou among women-- (why am I focusing on that shit right now?) And blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus-- (was it wrong? Fucking wouldn’t be so bad if I had tits, seriously.) Holy Mary, Mother of God-- (what the Hell do I do?) Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death-- (Fuck, I said I was immortal didn’t I? What the shit was I thinking? Fucking whiskey.)
Amen.
And so he slept again. Badly.
(part 2)
WHO: Kakuzu and Hidan
WHAT: The results of their little 'bet'.
WHEN: October 1st (shut up this was 46 pages long)
WHERE: Almost everywhere on the damn island.
WARNINGS: EVERYTHING.
Just because drunken Kakuzu wasn’t as wise as he might normally be, it didn’t make it stupid by any stretch of the imagination, and he was at least partially prepared for an attack. He just hadn’t expected it to come from that particular angle, so in the process of grabbing Hidan’s wrist with one hand to deflect the blow, and trying to shove at his shoulder with the other-which, from a more optimal position, had it succeeded, would have made it easier to twist the other man’s arm behind his back-he ended up losing his own balance, and toppling them both off the couch, into the space between the couch and the coffee table. (It was fortunate, of course, that the furniture was well spaced enough, otherwise one of them could have ended up with a rather nice concussion.) And in turn, he ended up pinning the blond to the floor simply with his own body weight. He thought little of it, having been in a similar position in fights many times before. It was effective and easy, and not quite what he’d been going for, but it worked just as well as anything. It kept whoever you were trying to keep down under your control at least, especially when you knew they had little chance of overpowering you. And as far as he was concerned, his roommate was a little too tipsy to be considered a formidable foe.
“Don’t even try it,” he hissed, no longer playing games. Even glaring down at the other, through narrowed eyes, he failed to notice the compromising position he’d put them in.
Of all the ways to compare Kakuzu and Hidan, only one had ever really seemed to work in terms of violence- you are the big rocket launcher, and I’m just the shotgun. Hidan could fight, really, but in comparison to Kakuzu and almost all of the group’s members, he was the worst. He kept working, and he was lucky, better with something sharp in his hands than just his fists.
He squirmed underneath Kakuzu, glaring back with hair splayed all over the carpet and breath knocked out of him. Wincing, Hidan tried to ignore the dull pain of his arm almost being twisted behind his back (now roughly pinned to the carpet and it was likely a burn would be left) and concentrate on anything else.
... Well, anything else other than how they’d wound up. Why couldn’t he just joke about it? Why the Hell did he feel himself getting flustered when he noticed?
“Well I can’t exactly now, can I Kakuzu?” He replied, somewhat breathless, wanting to say something about Kakuzu’s sexuality to freak the other man out but as soon as the words entered his head he found his cheeks heating up and he cursed in a whisper. The blond pushed against Kakuzu again. “Now will you fucking get off me?” He didn’t like being this close. (Because he liked it far too much.)
“Why, so you can try to punch me again? I think I like it much better right where I am,” Kakuzu sneered, and would have pushed down harder if it wouldn’t have hurt him as well. As it was, his hands were in a world of pain after their earlier incident, and had been lightly throbbing since. This was even worse, but it was better than a broken nose. And he still hadn’t registered the fact that he was, indeed, straddling Hidan’s hips in a rather compromising manner, although he had to stop and wonder if the blond was actually blushing or if it was the rush of blood to his head, at which point a few gears turned and clicked into the ‘oh-shit’ position. His glare faltered for only a second at the realization, but was just as quickly restored. Even if it was awkward, even if it was incriminating, even if the thought of being in said compromising position didn’t bother him nearly as much as it should have, it was still effective. And if it hadn’t meant that he would probably get lunged at again, he would have already been halfway across the room, instead of trying to figure out where to go from there, since he couldn’t keep the man pinned on the floor forever.
And besides, even if Hidan wasn’t going to make light of it, Kakuzu sure was, and it was right back to the taunting again.
“Besides, I think you like it too,” he continued, voice much lower and perhaps a little more inadvertently sultry than he’d expected, but he didn’t notice too much. “I think you like it a lot more than you want to admit.”
Well... at least Kakuzu wasn’t totally oblivious to the situation he’d gotten them both into, though Hidan wasn’t taking much comfort in that fact because Kakuzu seemed completely unfazed by it and he wasn’t getting off Hidan. Hidan was fazed, Hidan was bothered and this wasn’t fair! Why was Hidan fazed? It didn’t make sense! This was embarrassing, whether people were there or not. It was making him feel suffocated and paranoid and- OH GOD THAT MENTAL IMAGE SHOULD NOT BE IN HIS HEAD. GETITOUTGETITOUT. A mental image that was not being aided by Kakuzu’s voice right there.
“Nhh...” Hidan groaned, mostly to himself, closing his eyes and rolling his head back a little further, showing off the arch of his neck unintentionally. He didn’t have the capacity to deny that, or say anything else. Hidan, despite his hypocrisy, wasn’t really a liar; in fact he had a major problem with saying exactly what was on his mind. And he just couldn’t deny it. But- but he should be able to deny it, right? Because there was no way he actually liked this.
It was unfathomable to Hidan that he would ever like it. (Though, until today, it was also unfathomable that he would ever wear a dress- especially that ugly Lolita shit- and not be bothered by it.)
There was one thing, one minor thing, that Kakuzu had neglected to take into account: as more and more alcohol got absorbed into his blood stream as time passed, he would get all the more tipsy and generally out of it. As such, he was growing steadily less inhibited by his normal fears and conventions. The most important of which was getting steadily pushed aside. The most important being that he was in no way attracted to men, even ones as nice on the eyes as Hidan, and he realized very well what he had thought but there was no use denying it. It was an undeniable fact that many, many people-both women and men-found the man beneath him extremely attractive. And if it was a fact, then it was perfectly okay to think it, and if he didn’t actually mean anything by it, then it was certainly okay to keep up the little game he was playing, take it a step further, because it really meant nothing. It certainly did not reflect his true thoughts or feelings, except for the fact that it was sort of fun to toy with Hidan’s mind, and certainly didn’t mean he actually had any sort of attraction to the man.
“Was that a yes? I do believe I just heard a ‘yes I do’, which would mean that you also, most likely, wouldn’t mind…if…I…”
There couldn’t have been a better opportunity, either, as he leaned in, hesitating briefly while he reassured that he was only doing this to mess with Hidan, and not because of any sort of secret, repressed desire, before finally making the commitment to place several, far-too-sincere kisses on the blond’s exposed neck. It started off as just a light brush of the lips against skin, and then somehow tongue got involved, and then somehow teeth, and although he was pretty sure the somewhat rough bites he ended up giving were right up Hidan’s alley, he had to sort of wonder how he let it get that far, when it was supposed to be something short, and quick, and teasing, but it was best not to think too much on it.
He only found this nice because he was drunk and his hormones would take anything. Not because it was Kakuzu who was doing it because that would imply some attraction towards the man and Hidan most certainly wasn’t attracted to him. No sir. Why would he be? It was a sin and Hidan wouldn’t do something so sinful ever.
His fingers curled, nails scratching against the carpet at the feeling of Kakuzu’s teeth against his neck, barely breaking skin. (No, he didn’t hiss ‘harder’ there, not at all.) The biting was right up his alley, and the moans were just because of that, not because Kakuzu was the only person who had ever gotten that straight and tried to hurt him for that delicious thrill that it gave him. His free hand only wound up in Kakuzu’s hair, twisting tightly in it, because he was finally coming to his senses and prying the other man from his neck, not because he was pulling the other man into a kiss. His lips weren’t crushing against Kakuzu’s and he wasn’t making sure their bodies were pressed together, he was merely...
... Okay, so he didn’t know what he was doing exactly. But it wasn’t reciprocating anything at all, because that would mean he was attracted to Kakuzu and like he’d said several times already (to himself) he was not attracted to Kakuzu.
That would just shoot his whole life to Hell.
It was mildly difficult to pretend that he was still playing a game when Kakuzu found his lips not at the other man’s (rather nice) neck but rather locked with Hidan’s own, and no he wasn’t actually trying to put any tongue into it, it was just sort of a natural reaction. Honestly, when someone was making out with you, it was just a natural reaction. Except when you should normally be repulsed. And normally, he should have been repulsed, considering who was swapping spit with. And somehow, miraculously, he neither pulled away, nor punched Hidan in the face for trying anything.
By the time he found his grip loosening on the other man’s wrist, he realized it was getting pretty hard to deny a few very obvious things.
Like the fact that he was straddling his roommate.
And making out with him.
(Rather passionately, he added mentally.)
And that he didn’t even care, except for that the floor was rather uncomfortable on his knees, since the apartment hadn’t seen plush carpet in years.
There was definitely something wrong with the scene, but he didn’t even care to tear himself away, because damn it, he was enjoying it, and goodness knew that his pseudo-girlfriend wasn’t putting out anyway, but from the way Hidan had their bodies pressed together (another thing Kakuzu didn’t mind so much) he was and it would be uneconomical to turn it down, what with the rising prices of prostitutes, and alright, he was just a little bit intrigued to see where this might go. But mostly the benefit outweighed the cost. Definitely. Sort of.
It was nothing to do with attraction, Hidan decided, why he was snogging the life out of Kakuzu right now. (And it wasn’t a murder attempt either.) It was a game, that was it. They’d been getting oddly flustered by one another all day (and Hidan refused to believe it had anything to do with hormones) and now they were kissing and everything because they were trying to see who would get freaked out first and break.
And for once, Hidan refused to be the one that broke, no matter what. And the alcohol wasn’t helping when it was suffocating the part of him that said it was all wrong and giving his body all the control it wanted.
And it seemed that his body wanted nothing more than-- no, he wasn’t thinking that. There was another word, and it wasn’t ‘Kakuzu’. ‘Humiliating Kakuzu’, maybe, but it definitely wasn’t just Kakuzu. At a later date, after the alcohol and hangover had subsided, maybe Hidan would stop to think why to all of this.
But Hell, that was for later. Right now Hidan just wanted to claw, touch and be made to bleed. Oh God, how he wanted to bleed at the other’s touch. His lips parted a little further, moan in the back of his throat as his hand dropped from Kakuzu’s hair to his shoulder, fingers pressing rather roughly through the fabric of Kakuzu’s top.
All of this had nothing to do with who they were, but everything to do with who they were. What they knew about each other- the masochist and the sadist. Hidan didn’t stop to think how well that worked; he wasn’t ready to admit that worked.
By that point, nothing Kakuzu was doing was really of conscious decision. Not that he wasn’t thinking, but things seemed to just happen, a series of events entirely out of his control, despite the fact that he was in control, more so than he really comprehended. Somewhere in his mind it occurred to him that this could actually in some way be mutually beneficial. He wanted to get rough, Hidan liked it rough. Once the alcohol had filtered from his system, he really wouldn’t be thinking the same thing, but it hadn’t yet, and wouldn’t for a while, so he would make good on the rest of this bet. Because he had said anything. And once again, Hidan had failed to clarify. It was never specified what the scope of anything was, and so one could only take it to mean absolutely anything. Not that he’d predicted wielding his powers for these sorts of purposes. There were still some whys and what the hells floating around in the back of his mind, but they were almost entirely drowned out by something screaming to just do it, to find out what all the fuss was about.
The floor, unfortunately, was not the best place for experimentation. Prying himself away, he swiftly got to his feet, but didn’t extend a hand, instead letting them both come to rest moodily on his hips.
“Get up,” he barked, looking down with a rather nasty sneer. It was awkward to think, but he rather preferred Hidan from this angle, although perhaps it had just a little to do with the power going all to his head. “I don’t have all night, hurry up.”
Hidan’s thought process- as small as it was- was quite definitely on hiatus tonight. The alcohol had seen to that well and truly. Thus it took him a while to actually understand what had and was happening when Kakuzu pulled away and stood up. Propping himself up on his elbows he took the moment to stare at the other man and catch his breath, mind only vaguely registering exactly what had happened and who he’d kissed. His rather blank stare mutated into a glare when Kakuzu barked at him and it was reflex for him to aim a kick at Kakuzu’s shins in retaliation.
“Oh shut the fuck up, Mussolini,” Hidan replied, slowly getting to his feet anyway with a subconscious rub of the wrist that had been trapped against the carpet. Fuck, his head hurt too. The blond rubbed his temples with his fingers slowly, trying to remember what he was thinking only a few seconds ago when they were on the floor like that. Making Kakuzu break? Was that it? Well, it didn’t seem to work and he wasn’t running to repent yet.
Why wasn’t he running to repent anyway? Why did he feel some curiosity to what would happen next? (Especially when all the scenes his mind had for what would happen next were likely to get him sent to Hell just for thinking about them.) Hidan could almost feel the fact that he was so fucking screwed right now. He wasn’t running and he was interested in this.
Damn alcohol. Goddamn fucking alcohol. He already knew he was going to regret this, but that part of him wouldn’t do shit about this and his body wasn’t listening to it anyway.
With them both finally on their feet, Kakuzu grabbed at Hidan’s wrist, digging his nails in and pulling roughly. Any semblance of calm demeanour gone, and now resolute in finding out what was going on in his rather muddled mind, there was really only one place he could want to take the blond. So whether or not Hidan wanted to go, he was going to get there either way, even if he had to drag kicking and screaming. Although he was slightly curious as to why Hidan wasn’t already kicking and screaming. For all the preaching that man did, alcohol seemed to do away with all of that supposed piousness, and then again, wasn’t drinking so much alcohol in the first place some kind of sin? Even the non-religious one could see how that rather easily fell into the realm of gluttony, but even so, it wasn’t really here, nor there, nor anywhere at the moment, because it was a short trip to his room in any case, and he was much more busy forcibly pulling the other man in with him, letting the door slam shut. Then, without much thought to it, he found himself slamming the blond against said door, which gave a creak of protest, as Kakuzu quickly resuming from the point they’d been at on the living room floor.
The whole situation was still failing to bother him as much as it should have. Maybe because he wasn’t as inwardly opposed to it as he vocalized. Sexuality was about important to him as religion, which was to say absolutely not at all. He had defended himself so vehemently on the subject mostly because he didn’t like misinformation being spread about him, but if this was how it was…well, anyone but Hidan might have been preferable, but he was there, and convenient, and really, his mind was too clouded to realize that it was, in fact Hidan and not someone else, which might or might not have been something of a blessing.
But to be quiet while being pulled to Kakuzu’s room was pretty much impossible for Hidan to do, and after the ‘Ow!’ and ‘What the fuck, Kakuzu?!’ that come from his lips, several other curses and protests followed, but strangely half-heartedly. It was all the alcohol’s fault, making it near impossible for Hidan to listen to what he should be listening to- his moral conscience, which was busy being gagged or some such shit by his hormones. He squeaked loudly enough to almost drown out the creak of the door when he was thrown against the door with a wince, about ready to begin bitching when the blond found himself in much the same position as before with Kakuzu.
He could have stopped, he could have shoved the other man away, and tomorrow he’d wonder why he didn’t, but he didn’t do anything of the sort. Instead he pressed a little more against the door, using it for extra support. He tasted like everything they’d eaten and drank today and something else that Hidan couldn’t quite place. (And why on Earth was Hidan concentrating on that?!) He was hardly even paying attention to the fact that he was or the way he was reciprocating the kiss, just doing what felt right. And it wasn’t pushing Kakuzu away and holing himself up in his room.
You’re going to regret this in the morning~, a little something sang at him before being promptly squashed by all things hormonal and fleeting.
Beyond his control, as he pressed the other man’s body firmly to the door, which was dangerously close to popping off the hinges, Kakuzu growled-quietly, but none the less…--lips still locked. Even though Hidan wasn’t struggling, not nearly as much as he should have been, and not nearly enough to warrant any sort of real force, but still reaching up to grab at the blond’s chin, fingers digging in harshly, but not enough for his nails to dig in and draw blood. He wasn’t going to give the other the pleasure of that just yet. Pulling back, he grinned a maniacal sort of grin. Now that the alcohol’s effects had gotten rid of any inhibitions he’d had, he was starting to have quite a bit of fun, as he still realized what sort of thoughts must have been running through his head.
“So this is all it takes to bring down the pious little choir boy?” he sneered, and his grip tightened just a little. “Leave it to you to be stupid enough to make a bet with open terms. But hey…you seem to be enjoying it, so I guess I have to wonder about your so-called devotion.”
The shock of pain made Hidan hiss, but not loud enough at all- it wasn’t enough, it needed more. (He was such a glutton for punishment.) His teeth nipped at Kakuzu’s lower lip before the other man started to pull away and Hidan was barely controlling himself when he pushed forward ever so slightly and it took him a moment before his eyes focused again. When he would look back on this, he wouldn’t realise himself, because he hardly recognised the way he was right now. It was almost needy and his pants were soft, and everything was ridiculously. Ridiculously. Close.
There were so many curses that swam near the top of his mind- so many denials and so much bitching it was almost amazing even for Hidan but when his eyes narrowed and locked on Kakuzu’s and his mouth opened, the only thing he found himself saying was;
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me now.”
And without even waiting for a response he pulled Kakuzu in for another kiss. Another day, another time he might have realised exactly what was going on and what he was doing and decide against it but for today- tonight- that had no place.
Hidan always did something stupid at least each day, but this was a little more epically stupid than his usual theatrics.
In Kakuzu’s mind, it was pretty obvious to see exactly where this was going, whether or not Hidan liked it…although there’d still been no real resistance. It almost wasn’t as fun, not having to fight for it. Where was the fun if the bastard wasn’t going to play hard to get? But it wasn’t like Kakuzu had ever been one for games, and the thought was born only from intoxication. Of course he’d never be doing this if he wasn’t entirely wasted, but if he were sober, he still would have wanted to get it over with, his roommate or not. So it was more out of eagerness than impatience that he grabbed at Hidan’s collar, taking several steps backwards toward the bed and-hopefully-pulling the other with him.
At this point, though, it was becoming a bit of a guessing game. Kakuzu couldn’t really say this was his area of expertise. He’d never even hugged a man who wasn’t related to him, so this was a bit of a leap, and while he wasn’t naïve-he had a pretty damn good idea of what pieces went where-there was still the question of silly little things like position and what could be used as lubricant (even his inebriated mind knew that much) and most importantly, what to watch out for. Goodness knew that if he really truly hurt Hidan…the blond might like it at first, but there would be hell the next day. More than there already would be, at least. But waiting and stopping and asking were all out of the question, because for one, he didn’t want to be a mood ruiner, and two, he really doubted that Hidan knew.
At least they’d both find out rather quickly. Experimentation was always a viable way of obtaining knowledge.
Whoa-- whoa whoa whoa! Hidan’s collar pressed roughly against his neck and started to choke him as the blond was taken by surprise at the sudden movement.
And a couple of things fell into place. (Well, they had already, but all of a sudden these thoughts actually gained weight and consequences and all of that shit Hidan never thought about.)
“... SHIT.” He’d been jerked forward somewhat by his desire not to be fucking choked (seriously, Hidan liked pain but he would rather not be choked, okay thanks. Asphyxiation is not sexy) and was still far too fucking close to Kakuzu for his tastes. His eyes flew open and stared at the other man like deer in the headlights before several other curses left his lips and no he wasn’t trembling at all, not even in the slightest.
He wasn’t sober enough to do anything else and he was still too shocked to really move any further- forwards backwards away or anywhere- mind slowly piecing together that it was his fault that--
FUCK SHIT FUCK.
There was nothing he could do to make up for this shit. Dammit, he was going to Hell. Straight there. Probably by God’s personal hand. How the fuck did he let that Heathen bastard become responsible for his demise? At all? Why- whenever he looked back at those moments just before- was he not that bothered?
No. No no no no no. FUCK no.
Kakuzu had long since learned to ignore Hidan’s curses, but in his none-too-stable state, they really only served to irritate him and push him further, to the point where he was half doing this still out of his own confusing desires, and half just to piss Hidan off. Because what better way to spite the pious little religious boy than to coerce him into some form of ultimate sin? The other man wasn’t moving, which bothered Kakuzu considerably, so as he was imagining just what would come of all this, particularly the next day and the day after and every day after that, he took the opportunity to swap places with him and push him down onto the bed with perhaps just a little too much force. He was thoroughly enjoying this in more ways than one-heck, when was the last time he got to throw Hidan around and not get his ass kicked in retaliation?
Giving an annoyed sigh, although annoyed at what precisely even he didn’t know, Kakuzu took a moment to size up the situation. He knew he was wasted off his ass. He knew he was about to screw his roommate into their bed. The only question on his mind was how much this would cost him. At the very least, there would be the therapy bills, perhaps repairs to the bed or a whole new one at that because it was no mystery that the thing was rickety. And yet for once, he also didn’t feel like dwelling on the finances, with less than thirty seconds devoted to the thought before climbing onto the bed himself and going straight for Hidan’s neck again, biting and biting hard this time around.
It shouldn’t have been hard for Hidan to stop himself getting thrown down on the bed, but apparently his body just didn’t want to listen to him right now. At all. His thoughts swam in fuzzy poison as he found himself pressed into the bed with enough force to cause a rather loud, dangerous creak from the mattress. Hidan winced slightly at the firmness of the mattress and his mind wondered how the Hell Kakuzu could sleep on something this hard. It was ridiculous that it was all he could concentrate on.
The brief pause could have been enough for Hidan to try and squirm out- there’d been so many chances for him to squirm out of this and leave and he hadn’t taken one yet. He knew, somewhere, that he wouldn’t, even if Kakuzu was considerate enough to ask him. (Yeah, because that would happen.)
God... fucking God that hurt... that hurt so fucking good. When was the last time Hidan had indulged in any good pain? Fuck, he couldn’t remember at all. He moaned, and hardly quietly either, as Kakuzu’s teeth sunk into his skin. There were faint remnants of scars on Hidan’s neck- so old Hidan could hardly remember the story behind them- and damn his neck was sensitive. His hands gripped at Kakuzu’s upper arms tightly, fingers digging into the other man’s biceps with little consideration for gentility. That wouldn’t be Hidan at all.
Of course, Kakuzu could only abuse Hidan so much before he wanted to get on with things. Of course, he knew that he’d never get the chance to have his roommate willingly let him do this sort of thing, digging his nails in, biting as hard as he could without breaking skin, but Kakuzu was also a bit selfish sometimes and tended to think more about getting his own needs satisfied in a timely manner. Being drunk wasn’t going to change any of that. And foreplay was a waste of time, at least now when it seemed like neither of them needed any more convincing to keep going in the direction they were. So, growing impatient again, he sat back so that he could initiate the downward spiral into the rest of the night ahead.
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Morning…or so Kakuzu assumed, because he was waking up and when he tried to open his eyes, the apparent light caused a sharp pain in his head. Damn. It didn’t take him long to figure out that he had a hangover and the migraine to go with it. He hated having to use up precious aspirin on these sorts of things, though, so he’d probably grin and bear it the whole day and be that much bitchier for it. He attempted to bring his hand up to shield his eyes, so that he could at least get up and close the curtains, but failed and found his arm pinned to his side. By something warm. In fact, despite the fact that he’d flung the covers halfway off of himself in his sleep, he was still warm from whatever was next to him. It was right about that point that he came to a rather startling recollection and let out a rather loud groan at the thought while he inwardly cursed himself out.
Having been quite the willing participant through the night (feed him some pain and he shuts right up- or, well, not quite) Hidan had fallen asleep rather quickly and very heavily. Unfortunately for Kakuzu, Hidan had a long standing habit of needing to be... um, close to something in order to sleep comfortably. It was something he wouldn’t tell anyone- not even his roommate knew about the bear with which the blond slept at night.
So, by morning, Hidan was quite firmly wound around Kakuzu’s arm and snoring quietly. He shifted at the loud groan and stirred slightly, eyes fluttering and he moaned as the sunlight hit him, finally waki--
WHAT THE FUCK? OWWWW.
Fuck! What the Hell hurt so fuck-- owww, Christ. What did he do last ni--
The blond froze as he looked over to what he was holding onto and his eyes widened, everything going in slow motion as he opened his mouth.
“WHAT THE FUCKING HELL KAKUZU WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WHY THE HELL ARE WE BOTH NAKED YOU FUCKING RAPIST DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA HOW MUCH CLEANSING I’LL HAVE TO DO NOW FUCKING GODDAMMIT YOU LITTLE SHIT JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE A HEATHEN BASTARD DESTINED FOR HELL DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAD TO FORCE ME TO COME WITH YOU DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING MUCH MY ASS HURTS DID YOU EVEN USE LUBE?”
No amount of screaming back was going to get Hidan to shut up at this point. Sober Kakuzu would have realized that this was coming to him in the morning, although he also would not have gone through with it in the first place. He winced visibly at his roommate’s overly loud voice, wondering if the neighbors could here, and oh fuck, what had they heard last night, and generally trying to drown it out.
“You know what we did, you know why we are naked, I don’t know probably a lot, you came rather willingly, probably a lot and no,” Kakuzu replied quietly, and rather calmly. “Now quiet down, my head is…fucking killing me.”
Kakuzu managed to wiggle himself away, stumbling off the bed and no better off for clothing and not really caring, either. Not at the moment at least. He cared more about tottering off to the bathroom and attempting to get a nice, long, warm shower. Yes, of all things he wanted right then, it was a long shower, because hell, what more did he have to lose besides a couple bucks?
Hidan had a rather long tirade prepared to continue at Kakuzu but by the time his brain had woken up enough to allow him to continue the other man had already switched on the shower and not even Hidan’s screaming (or his awful singing in the shower) could be heard over that racket. The screaming this morning and last night, however... would have definitely been heard by their neighbours. (Stupid shitty paper thin walls.)
The blond sat up in the bed, as slowly as he could, wincing and bitching as he did so before folding his arms and stewing furiously, his brows knitted together and his jawline tight, eyes trained on the door and waiting for Kakuzu to hurry the fuck back so he could give the dark-haired man a piece of his mind. A very loud, very large piece of his mind. (Though that wasn’t saying much at all.)
He refused to believe what Kakuzu told him. Of course Hidan would have nothing to do with it- it didn’t make sense in his mind, it wasn’t allowed to.
(So why the fuck was he having a hard time swallowing what he was saying?)
Denial- was that it? No. No. No way. Nope. Wasn’t denial.
Well, there was no such thing as a long, warm shower in that apartment. It was either long and cold or short and warm, and the second the hot water switched off, Kakuzu decided it was time to rinse his hair and hop out. Whatever, he was done everything necessary, the rest was just going to be soaking, trying to wash the previous night out of him completely, which he was well aware was impossible. It usually never stopped him from trying, but he didn’t feel like standing there in the freezing cold water to do so. It wasn’t worth it. He would get over it. Hidan, however, might not. Wrapping the towel around his waist, pulling the aspirin from the medicine cabinet and popping three before replacing it, he made his way back to his room. Hopefully Hidan would have retreated to say his prayers or something. There would be a lot of repenting for that boy, and Kakuzu wouldn’t be surprised if he hired a priest full time to come man a confessional right in their apartment. And he found himself vaguely wondering how many years he’d earned himself in Hell, hoping it was towards the latter end. All the more time to take over, he mused to himself. Really, religion was bullshit but kind of amusing to imagine sometimes.
Returning to his room, he found that his roommate was still there waiting for him. Wonderful. Kakuzu did his best to ignore the blond, which was often easier said than done, as he went searching through his drawers for something to wear today, throwing the pieces of his outfit on top of the dresser to collect them before he decided, although chances were that he’d change his mind three more times. It occurred to him that he was doing this in front of Hidan, and would have cared that his roommate was going to know of his little habit, but decided it really…really didn’t matter anymore. Besides, it really meant nothing if he acted like a woman when deciding what to wear for the day. The fact remained that he wasn’t the one that had been in a dress the previous day.
As soon as the water switched off, Hidan knew, and finally made the move to stand up, hands on hips, waiting for Kakuzu impatiently. He didn’t care that he was stark naked any more; he should have but what the Hell did it matter? There was worse things to worry about. Like last night for example.
When the other man finally returned, Hidan was silent, glaring at him with hands still on hips and, doing everything slowly, stepping around to shadow Kakuzu as he moved.
“Kakuzu,” he started, almost sounding far too calm and pleasant as he looked over the man’s shoulder at the clothes. “Ew, not that shirt,” he added offhandedly before continuing.
“I think we need to talk. And by talk, I mean I speak and you listen.” And with that his hands moved to Kakuzu’s shoulders, attempting to push him back onto to the bed.
“So~ about last night.” His voice was still so sweet and calm it could be worrying considering how he should have been reacting.
Giving another sigh, Kakuzu swapped out shirts and finally managed to get himself dressed. Of course, by then, Hidan had not yet moved to cover himself and Kakuzu was doing everything he could not to stare or even really look at all. Working at his hair with the towel to dry it, he stood there and gave Hidan a sort of ‘what now?’ look, but otherwise sighed and shrugged.
“Yeah, whatever. Go ahead.”
For one, there was no stopping it. He would hear it eventually, whether he wanted to or not. He was pretty sure that even if he committed suicide right then and there that Hidan might chase him to the afterlife just to chew his ear off. It was inevitable.
Then there was the fact that Hidan had indicated very clearly that he wanted to do all the talking. And if Hidan wanted to do all the talking, that meant that Kakuzu could do his best to ignore it all, drown it out, perhaps mentally rebalance his chequebook. That was always a good method for ignoring whatever Hidan had to go on about.
“The next FUCKING TIME you decide to go and find out if you’re a fucking faggot- why the Hell you needed to learn that I have no idea, seriously- you do it with someone else. I have no interest in being fucking dragged down to Hell with you and you know this, so seriously, just fucking don’t. Seriously, can you respect that much about me?” The blond started off impassioned and angry and by the end sounded far more tired, like he wasn’t just bitching for the sake of bitching.
He wasn’t. This was something Hidan actually cared about and believed in and now, thanks to that fucking bastard, it was being ruined. Dammit. Hidan already knew what he’d have to do to even be considered a serious repenter and his stomach already hated him. A week of fasting. Fucking damn.
The blond glanced at his roommate again and muttered something under his breath.
“Whatever. I’m going to shower and pray. Fucking asshole.”
“Have fun, but remember to tell God how you were practically begging me for more,” Kakuzu replied wearily, flopping back down onto his bed and getting back up immediately. Now he had to wash the sheets. Fuck. He really didn’t care much about what Hidan was going to do, though. If Hidan wanted to go sulk and cower in front of his made up little god. Kakuzu really didn’t give a damn. Of course, he wasn’t about to say that. He had his own soul searching to do, and anything to get Hidan out of his hair. In fact, he’d already started pondering the things he didn’t want to ponder as the aspirin kicked in and he set into pulling his bed sheets off, bundling them up before tossing them into a corner to deal with later.
The more he pondered it, the more it seemed like it wasn’t all that bad. And it didn’t even bother him how indifferent he was. Perhaps he was just numb. Shell shocked. And it hadn’t yet sunk in yet quite what-or rather who-he’d done. And he’d definitely been wasted, so that would be factored in, in due time or…no. No, he just didn’t give a damn. Although had he been sober and had the choice, he would have chosen anyone but Hidan, if only for Hidan’s personality and how much Kakuzu absolutely hated him. That was the only part that bothered him. That it was Hidan and not some other guy, some guy who he could at least get along with better.
The shower was always loud, and fucking freezing now Kakuzu had first go. Hidan was annoyed and tired and sore and now freezing and that stupid fucking Aretha Franklin song wouldn’t get out of his head as he hummed it idly. And of course that was all he could think about. Made perfect fucking sense. Seriously. Ugh... he was so not in the mood. He couldn’t even find the energy to pray right now, even as his brain automatically ran through the words to the Our Father and Hail Mary without needing to be prompted.
He got out of the shower as quickly as he could, moving as best as possible with this fucking-- ow-- pain and retreated to his bedroom, falling down on the bed with a loud groan and grabbing the nearest thing to pull into his body- a pillow.
Hail Mary full of grace-- (dammit why aren’t I as bothered as I should be?) The Lord is with thee-- (and why did he smell nice?) Blessed art thou among women-- (why am I focusing on that shit right now?) And blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus-- (was it wrong? Fucking wouldn’t be so bad if I had tits, seriously.) Holy Mary, Mother of God-- (what the Hell do I do?) Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death-- (Fuck, I said I was immortal didn’t I? What the shit was I thinking? Fucking whiskey.)
Amen.
And so he slept again. Badly.