HOME | DD

Description
The night was cold, but in the small room they shared, the air was warm and stuffy. There were no windows; Dark wooden walls surrounded them, giving the chamber an almost claustrophobic atmosphere. The only door led to a long corridor. The furniture consisted of two old, ragged futons. Hidan sighed. A typical place only Kakuzu would rent. Said miser had chosen the futon closer to the door and so he had at least the small comfort of an end-to-end wall in his back, far better than the interruption of the door. Noticing this thought, he shook his head and grinned. Living and travelling with Kakuzu he learned to appreciate the very small joys of life.

After his routine prayer to Jashin he slumped down on the mattress that barely padded the flooring. He was about to doze off as he felt a strange warmth behind him. Hot, moist breath tickled on his neck and then there was this warm, calloused hand that hesitantly stroked his shoulder.

"This makes it kinda hard to sleep, doesn't it?" He gave his voice a mocking undertone.

"Hmhm… But it feels too good not to do it." Kakuzu's answer was nothing but a low whisper.

It was almost a reflexive action that he pressed his body against the miser's, who lifted the blanket for a moment and nestled up against his back. His arm rested on Hidan's side and the rough-textured hand stroked his breast and up to his throat. For a few seconds, the zealot was too flabbergasted to grasp this situation.

"Just tell me if you don't want this," the other ninja murmured as if he had read his thoughts. The caresses faded, but didn't stop completely. Hidan felt his own heartbeat, strong and fast, on his skin where Kakuzu's fingers rested. He faltered a moment. It was not that he hadn't been with another man before or that he was prude or that he didn't like Kakuzu (in fact, he fantasized about him quite a lot), but this whole event was too surreal.

"Guess I might need some human warmth as well."

Wait. Waitwaitwait! Did he just say that? The albino was surprised about his reaction, but his thoughts went a little abroad as the man behind him began mouthing the skin of his neck. He sighed and reached behind, trying to encourage the other man to continue. His hand found the surprisingly soft, dark hair of his partner and he buried his fingers in it.

The older man pressed his hand against his chest, as if he was searching as much contact as possible. For a while, they were only lying there, appreciating each other's warmth and presence. Hidan touched the other one's hand that was still lazily caressing his torso.

"Are there places you want to visit when the opportunity is given?"

The caresses stopped and Hidan heard a low humming noise. "Of course there are. I'm old, but I haven't seen every place by far."

The zealot took his opportunity to turn around, thus facing his teammate. "Was just wondering." He paused for a moment, trying to distinguish Kakuzu's face in the murkiness of their room. The situation wasn't the slightest bit tense, but he had the feeling that he needed to say something. "I can't help it, I feel like I'm cross-eyed when I lie and try to look at something."

A husky, yet rich laughter was the answer. The miser seemed to grin; this mimic was intensified by the stitches at the corners of his mouth. Then he leaned towards Hidan and kissed his cheek in an almost chaste manner.

"I'm still not sure how to justify this."

"What?"

"Bastard, all of this! Do you have an idea how to do this?"

Kakuzu seemed to think about his answer quite a while. "No," he stated stoically. "But I am not even sure if we have to."

A moment of silence followed.

"You can pretend this had been a bad dream." Hidan didn't hear the slightest hint of sarcasm or raillery as his companion made this suggestion.

"Naw... It's not too bad. Not at all."

Kakuzu's warm hand made its way down the albino's spine, then up again until it rested on his neck. Feeling a little bit challenged by the briskness of the older man, Hidan started touching the cinnamon-colored skin of his partner and found that he was fascinated by the rough stitches that covered the warm, a bit too dry skin. He had the feeling that Kakuzu was staring at him, but in the darkness he couldn't really tell if he did.

"Sometimes I wonder if there will ever be enough time." Now it was Kakuzu's turn to start some kind of conversation.

"What do you mean? We can't die."

"What you mean is: You can't die," Kakuzu corrected him with a faintly annoyed undertone.

"And this isn't what I mean. Will there ever be enough time to do all the things you want to do?"

"For me? Sure. Lord Jashin will grant me as much time as I need to fulfill his wishes. It's not my fault that you're a heathen and will pay for this in this life and in the afterlife."

Kakuzu had used his small sermon to slide one of his legs between those of the zealot and Hidan was surprised to feel the other's erection through their clothes against his hipbone. Both used to sleep topless, but in the wide, convenient trousers they wore under the trademark cloak. The fabric wasn't very thick, so Hidan should've had expected to feel something, but nonetheless this added to the surrealism of the situation.

Carefully, he traced the muscular stomach of his counterpart and felt him shiver under this light touch. It was strange how sensitive both of them were, albeit the uncountable injuries both had received during the years. Hidan had the feeling that his skin was burning where the miser had touched it and Kakuzu's quickened breath as well as his reactions showed that he experienced something similar.

"Strange, isn't it?"

"What, to pretend to be normal human beings?"

Kakuzu laughed. "Exactly. Like we are…"

Both of them didn't sleep that night. The day after, they got up like nothing happened at all. Probably, a normal human being would've felt the need to talk about this. Maybe a normal human being would even have wondered if it had fallen in love.

Description
The night was cold, but in the small room they shared, the air was warm and stuffy. There were no windows; Dark wooden walls surrounded them, giving the chamber an almost claustrophobic atmosphere. The only door led to a long corridor. The furniture consisted of two old, ragged futons. Hidan sighed. A typical place only Kakuzu would rent. Said miser had chosen the futon closer to the door and so he had at least the small comfort of an end-to-end wall in his back, far better than the interruption of the door. Noticing this thought, he shook his head and grinned. Living and travelling with Kakuzu he learned to appreciate the very small joys of life.

After his routine prayer to Jashin he slumped down on the mattress that barely padded the flooring. He was about to doze off as he felt a strange warmth behind him. Hot, moist breath tickled on his neck and then there was this warm, calloused hand that hesitantly stroked his shoulder.

"This makes it kinda hard to sleep, doesn't it?" He gave his voice a mocking undertone.

"Hmhm… But it feels too good not to do it." Kakuzu's answer was nothing but a low whisper.

It was almost a reflexive action that he pressed his body against the miser's, who lifted the blanket for a moment and nestled up against his back. His arm rested on Hidan's side and the rough-textured hand stroked his breast and up to his throat. For a few seconds, the zealot was too flabbergasted to grasp this situation.

"Just tell me if you don't want this," the other ninja murmured as if he had read his thoughts. The caresses faded, but didn't stop completely. Hidan felt his own heartbeat, strong and fast, on his skin where Kakuzu's fingers rested. He faltered a moment. It was not that he hadn't been with another man before or that he was prude or that he didn't like Kakuzu (in fact, he fantasized about him quite a lot), but this whole event was too surreal.

"Guess I might need some human warmth as well."

Wait. Waitwaitwait! Did he just say that? The albino was surprised about his reaction, but his thoughts went a little abroad as the man behind him began mouthing the skin of his neck. He sighed and reached behind, trying to encourage the other man to continue. His hand found the surprisingly soft, dark hair of his partner and he buried his fingers in it.

The older man pressed his hand against his chest, as if he was searching as much contact as possible. For a while, they were only lying there, appreciating each other's warmth and presence. Hidan touched the other one's hand that was still lazily caressing his torso.

"Are there places you want to visit when the opportunity is given?"

The caresses stopped and Hidan heard a low humming noise. "Of course there are. I'm old, but I haven't seen every place by far."

The zealot took his opportunity to turn around, thus facing his teammate. "Was just wondering." He paused for a moment, trying to distinguish Kakuzu's face in the murkiness of their room. The situation wasn't the slightest bit tense, but he had the feeling that he needed to say something. "I can't help it, I feel like I'm cross-eyed when I lie and try to look at something."

A husky, yet rich laughter was the answer. The miser seemed to grin; this mimic was intensified by the stitches at the corners of his mouth. Then he leaned towards Hidan and kissed his cheek in an almost chaste manner.

"I'm still not sure how to justify this."

"What?"

"Bastard, all of this! Do you have an idea how to do this?"

Kakuzu seemed to think about his answer quite a while. "No," he stated stoically. "But I am not even sure if we have to."

A moment of silence followed.

"You can pretend this had been a bad dream." Hidan didn't hear the slightest hint of sarcasm or raillery as his companion made this suggestion.

"Naw... It's not too bad. Not at all."

Kakuzu's warm hand made its way down the albino's spine, then up again until it rested on his neck. Feeling a little bit challenged by the briskness of the older man, Hidan started touching the cinnamon-colored skin of his partner and found that he was fascinated by the rough stitches that covered the warm, a bit too dry skin. He had the feeling that Kakuzu was staring at him, but in the darkness he couldn't really tell if he did.

"Sometimes I wonder if there will ever be enough time." Now it was Kakuzu's turn to start some kind of conversation.

"What do you mean? We can't die."

"What you mean is: You can't die," Kakuzu corrected him with a faintly annoyed undertone.

"And this isn't what I mean. Will there ever be enough time to do all the things you want to do?"

"For me? Sure. Lord Jashin will grant me as much time as I need to fulfill his wishes. It's not my fault that you're a heathen and will pay for this in this life and in the afterlife."

Kakuzu had used his small sermon to slide one of his legs between those of the zealot and Hidan was surprised to feel the other's erection through their clothes against his hipbone. Both used to sleep topless, but in the wide, convenient trousers they wore under the trademark cloak. The fabric wasn't very thick, so Hidan should've had expected to feel something, but nonetheless this added to the surrealism of the situation.

Carefully, he traced the muscular stomach of his counterpart and felt him shiver under this light touch. It was strange how sensitive both of them were, albeit the uncountable injuries both had received during the years. Hidan had the feeling that his skin was burning where the miser had touched it and Kakuzu's quickened breath as well as his reactions showed that he experienced something similar.

"Strange, isn't it?"

"What, to pretend to be normal human beings?"

Kakuzu laughed. "Exactly. Like we are…"

Both of them didn't sleep that night. The day after, they got up like nothing happened at all. Probably, a normal human being would've felt the need to talk about this. Maybe a normal human being would even have wondered if it had fallen in love.