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Hidan and Kakuzu sat at the table in a small, busy restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner of a town they had just passed through. The place was far from glamorous, but it served Hidan's favorite dish—ribs, slathered in thick, sticky barbecue sauce. Kakuzu didn't care much for the food, but the way Hidan devoured the ribs with such enthusiasm never failed to amuse him.
Hidan licked his fingers and grinned at Kakuzu across the table, pointrig chewed rib bone at him, "You should try these sometime, Kakuzu. It’s like… orgasm on a plate. Even though I haven't gotten those much lately." he added more to himself than to Kakuzu, who didn't catch if he meant ribs or orgasms.
Kakuzu rolled his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. "Not interested in your obsession with food, Hidan. The faster you eat, the faster we leave this miserable town." Hidan shrugged, smirking as he grabbed another rib.
Just as he was about to take a bite, a blur of fur darted across the table, and the rib was gone.
"What the—?!" Hidan stood up, glaring at the culprit. It was a scruffy cat, rib in its mouth, dashing toward the door.
"Oh, no you don’t!" Hidan shouted, leaping from his seat. "That’s my dinner!"
Kakuzu barely reacted, watching in silence as Hidan chased the cat out of the restaurant and into the dark streets of the town.
Hidan bolted after the cat, his footsteps echoing against the narrow alleyways. The cat was quick, darting around corners and jumping over obstacles with ease.
Hidan growled in frustration, his determination growing as he watched the cat disappear down another alley. "You’re not getting away from me, you little thief!" He may not get his ribs back, but surely he can get revenge for that insult.
The chase led them to a dark alley where the cat, in a swift move, leaped onto a stack of wooden boxes and squeezed through a small hole in a brick wall. Hidan barely hesitated his single-mindedness in pursuit of his stolen dinner overriding any sense of logic. He jumped onto the boxes and followed the cat through the same hole.
Or at least, he tried.
The problem was, Hidan wasn’t exactly built like a cat. His chest and shoulders squeezed through the hole easily enough, but when it came to his hips… well, they didn’t quite fit. He pushed forward with a grunt, but his hips wedged themselves firmly in the small opening, trapping him halfway in and halfway out.
The wooden boxes he’d been standing on gave way, crashing to the ground with a loud thud, leaving Hidan suspended in the air, legs kicking uselessly.
He clenched his teeth, trying to push himself back out, but every movement only seemed to wedge him in tighter. "Son of a—!" Hidan cursed, wiggling his body back and forth, but it was useless. He was stuck. Thoroughly, embarrassingly stuck.
"Dammit!" he muttered under his breath. His mind raced with irritation. ‘ How the hell did I end up in this mess?’ His pride was bruised more than his body, though the brick digging into his sides wasn’t exactly pleasant either.
Hidan’s view through the hole was less than inspiring. The dark alley stretched out before him, narrowing into a small street behind some dingy shops. Trash was scattered across the ground—broken crates, crumpled papers, and the occasional discarded bottle. Further down, near the mouth of the alley, the distant bustle of the town seemed mocking, like a world he couldn’t quite reach. He could hear the faint sounds of chatter and laughter, a reminder that life continued just beyond his grasp.
Right in front of him, the damn cat sat smugly on a pile of garbage, licking its paws with an infuriating calmness. Hidan could only watch as it mockingly took a few bites of his stolen rib before scampering off into the shadows, leaving him stuck and seething with frustration.
"Fucking thief!" Hidan yelled at the slowly walking away cat, as it was all he could do.
His posture was a mess. With his legs flailing helplessly in the air, he could feel the awkward imbalance of his body. His torso, heavier from muscle, slouched downward, making his head tilted slightly toward the ground. The weight made it impossible for him to pull himself back out, and his arms, trapped at odd angles, couldn’t provide the leverage he needed. His hands tried to reach the ground but they couldn’t stretch that far.
“Damn these wide hips!” he growled, wiggling in vain. “And damn my heavy top! This imbalance is making me look ridiculous!”
Hidan’s frustration boiled over, and in his trapped state, he couldn’t help but voice his annoyance in the most ridiculous way possible. "Damn that skinny bastard Deidara. Oh, look at me, un! I can eat all I want and gain nothing. Hidan, watch those ribs, you know what they say: 'Eating ribs goes straight to your hips ,'" he grumbled, his voice shifting into a high-pitched, exaggerated tone as he mockingly impersonated the young artist.
"Yeah, well, guess what? Some of us aren’t born with a twig for a body!" Hidan sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Great. Just great," he muttered, feeling the heat of humiliation rise in his cheeks. "This is the last time I chase after anything... stupid cat.” His legs gave another frustrated kick in the air as he continued his misery.
‘Here I am, I’m stuck in a wall, like some kind of idiot. And Kakuzu’s gonna find me like this…’
The thought of Kakuzu finding him—trapped, helpless, and completely at the mercy of the situation—made Hidan’s cheeks flush with both anger and humiliation. He could already hear the dry, mocking tone Kakuzu would use, and the last thing Hidan wanted was to give Kakuzu more reasons to berate him.
"I’ll get out of this," Hidan mumbled to himself, more to reassure his pride than anything else. "I just need to… ugh!"
He tried once more to yank himself free, but all he managed was to wiggle in place. The more he struggled, the more hopeless it seemed. He was stuck, and there was no denying it.
‘I could call for help... but then I'd owe Kakuzu. He'd never let me live this down. The smug bastard would gloat for weeks.’
The idea of enduring Kakuzu’s mocking remarks gnawed at Hidan’s pride. He could already picture the condescending look deep in Kakuzu's eyes, the inevitable smirk that would follow, his muscular frame standing tall above him, completely at his mercy…
" No way ," he shook his head stubbornly, ears all red and hot, trying to get that image out of his head before it could cause any damage. " I'm getting out of this myself. "
But after another few moments of fruitless struggling, reality began to set in. His muscles ached, and he had only succeeded in exhausting himself to give up trying.
"Fuck it…" Hidan cursed under his breath, his voice tinged with desperation. " This is beyond stupid ."
Suddenly, he heard something—a faint noise in the distance. Footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps approaching from behind him. His heart skipped a beat as he realized who it must be.
"Kakuzu?" Hidan called out, his voice echoing down the alley. He tried to keep the frustration out of his tone, but there was no hiding the quandary in his voice. "Get over here and help me out of this, damn it!"
There was no response, but the footsteps continued, growing louder and closer. Hidan shifted uncomfortably. His stomach churned with a mix of anticipation and embarrassment. He hated this—being vulnerable, being trapped, being helpless —and the thought of Kakuzu seeing him like this only made it worse.
"Kakuzu! I know you can hear me!" Hidan called again, louder this time. "Stop playing around and just—"
But the footsteps came to a halt, right behind him. Hidan tensed, expecting Kakuzu’s cold, cynical voice to cut through the darkness. But instead… there was silence.
A long, unnerving silence.
Hidan’s pulse quickened, heart beating in his throat, and for the first time, he felt a flicker of unease. "Kakuzu…? Is that you?" he asked, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.
Still, there was no answer.
Hidan’s breathing grew shallow as the seconds stretched on. The presence behind him was unmistakable, close enough that he could feel it, almost like it was looming over him. But without a voice or any sign of recognition, uncertainty began to creep into his mind.
‘What if it’s not Kakuzu?’
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand press firmly against his lower back. The touch, while unexpected, was strangely gentle. It didn’t just linger—it moved in small, slow circles, almost soothing, yet filled with a kind of intimate dominance that sent a shiver down Hidan's spine.
“K-Kakuzu…?” Hidan stuttered, his voice uncharacteristically uncertain. The hands didn’t answer him. Instead, it grew bolder, sliding down to his hips and squeezing them firmly. Hidan bit back a gasp, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the situation. What the hell is going on? This wasn’t like Kakuzu at all. The controlled, teasing way the hand explored his body, the slow deliberation behind every movement—this felt different. More uncanny.
Hidan bit his lip, trying to suppress the involuntary gasp that threatened to escape. What the hell was happening? This wasn’t like anything he’d ever experienced before.
He shifted uncomfortably, tugging at his hips again, but the hand tightened its grip, holding him in place. Hidan’s frustration grew, mingling with something else he couldn’t quite name. "D-Damn it, Kakuzu, this isn’t funny! Let me go!" But the response wasn’t verbal.
The fingers continued their exploration, moving from his hips, around the cheeks, and down to his thighs, tracing the tense muscles there with deliberate, teasing slowness. Each touch sent another wave of conflicting emotions through Hidan—embarrassment, anger, and a growing sense of vulnerability that he couldn’t shake.
“Are you deaf, you fucking pervert? Fuck off!” Hidan’s voice wavered, the usual charisma replaced with a nervous edge. But still, there was no response—just the unrelenting, calculated touch that made his skin prickle with a familiar heat.
The hand’s grip on his thighs tightened, almost as if savoring his discomfort. Hidan’s frustration bubbled over, mixing with a rising tide of something more primal, something he couldn’t name but couldn’t deny either. He was trapped, helpless, and completely at the mercy of whoever had stood back over there, and the realization was as terrifying as it was infuriating.
But even as his mind screamed at him to resist, his body betrayed him slowly. Each squeeze, each caress, made his breath hitch and his resolve falter. The hands on him were confident, possessive, and maddeningly patient, exploring his body as if they had all the time in the world. And with every passing second, Hidan could feel himself slipping further into a state of confusion and unwanted arousal, caught between the instinct to fight back and the growing realization that he was completely and utterly trapped.
Hidan gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the heat rising to his face. He wasn’t used to this—being touched like this, being handled like he was someone’s toy. And the worst part was, he couldn’t even see who was behind him.
"Cut it out," Hidan growled, though the trembling in his voice betrayed him. His body jerked instinctively as the hand returned to his hips, kneading the flesh there with an almost possessive pressure. "Kakuzu…?" Still, no answer. Just the continued, maddening touch that played with his nerves and stoked the fires of his growing shame.
Hidan’s breath caught in his throat as he felt the hands move lower, gripping the waistband of his pants with unmistakable intent. His eyes widened in shock, the reality of the situation crashing over him like a wave.
He started to struggle violently, kicking his legs, his feet finding nothing but air, thrashing in the limited space he had, desperate to break free, but it was no use. The rough hands held him in place, tugging his pants down inch by inch until they were bunched around his knees. The cool night air hit his bare skin.
"Hey! Stop! What the hell are you doing?!" Hidan’s voice was frantic now, all traces of arrogance gone. His ass was exposed, bared to the one behind him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
The hands on him were relentless, moving with an assuredness that made his skin crawl. "Let me go, you bastard!" Hidan shouted, his voice thick with growing fear. The hands didn’t respond. Instead, they roamed over his bare skin, tracing the curve of his backside with a deliberateness that sent a shiver of dread down his spine.
Hidan’s mind raced, grasping for some way out of this nightmare. His breath came in ragged gasps, the humiliation of the situation burning in his chest like a fire he couldn’t extinguish.
Hidan's struggle grew more desperate as he felt the hands move lower, sliding between his legs. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and frustration rising to a fever pitch. The hands were unrelenting, and despite his best efforts to resist, they reached their destination.
He felt a firm grip encircle his member, and his body betrayed him in the most humiliating way. Despite his mind screaming at him to fight, his primal instincts took over. His body responded involuntarily to the touch, a mix of confusion and unwanted arousal coursing through him.
"Get the fuck away from me!" Hidan shouted, his voice cracking. His hips jerked instinctively, trying to pull away from the hand’s grasp, but the grip was steady, persistent. His face burned with a deep crimson flush as he felt his own body's reaction, his pride crumbling under the weight of his humiliation.
He fought harder, the raw feeling of vulnerability only intensifying as the hand continued to stroke him. His struggles were increasingly futile, leaving him exposed and helpless. The more he tried to resist, the more his body seemed to react, heightening his sense of distress.
Every touch, every movement felt like an invasion, a profound violation of his personal space. The helplessness of his situation, combined with the unwilling physical response, made the experience even more degrading.
As one hand continued its relentless grip, and the second held his cheek firmly pulled apart, Hidan suddenly felt a new, shocking sensation—a wet, probing tongue against his entrance. The sensation was electrifying, causing his entire body to tense and shudder. He couldn't stop a moan from escaping his lips.
Despite his mind's desperate attempt to suppress any sign of enjoyment, the unexpected pleasure that the tongue brought was beyond his control.
The tongue moved with deliberate slowness, exploring and teasing, and Hidan's hips buckled involuntarily. His mind was a whirlwind of mortification, rage, and the undeniable, primal reactions his body couldn't fully control.
Hidan was already panting, each breath coming in ragged gasps as the hand gripping his cheek shifted, spreading him even further. The cool night air only heightened the sensitivity of his exposed skin, making every touch feel amplified. A single finger began tapping against his entrance, teasing him in a way that sent an unwanted shiver down his spine. Before he could brace himself, the finger joined the probing tongue, pushing inside him with a deliberate slowness that left him breathless.
The combination of sensations—wet, warm, and unyielding—overwhelmed Hidan. His body tensed instinctively, yet he couldn’t stop the low, guttural sound that escaped his throat.
As the intensity built to a fever pitch, his body convulsed uncontrollably, his release crashing over him with a force that left him gasping and trembling. The undeniable evidence of his climax smeared against the wall behind him, stark and humiliatingly undeniable.
Panting heavily, Hidan's immediate thought was one of confusion and profound humiliation. The once-familiar anger and resistance had faded into a haze of shameful relief.
In the afterwave of his climax, Hidan’s thoughts fixated on the figure behind him. ‘ Did he get what he wanted?’ he wondered, a sense of defeated curiosity mingling with his lingering embarrassment. ‘ Is this over? Was this humiliation its goal ?’ The uncertainty gnawed at him even as his breathing began to steady.
Suddenly, the hands disappeared from his body as he heard footsteps retreating. His body was still exposed, his pants bunched around his knees, his rear completely bare, but the sounds of the heavy steps growing distant gave him a fleeting sense of hope that the ordeal might be over.
But the hope was short-lived.
The footsteps returned, growing louder and closer. Hidan’s heart raced again, the relief quickly replaced by renewed anxiety. He heard a wooden box being placed behind him, the sound of it scraping against the ground. The heaviness of the steps on the wooden box that followed made his breath catch in his throat.
A shiver of dread ran through him as he realized what was coming. Hands settled back on his hips, gripping him firmly. The sensation was unmistakably intimate, a stark reminder of his continued vulnerability. The hands explored his bare skin once more, moving with a confidence that suggested the ordeal was far from over.
"C-come on, enough already!" he stammered, his voice trying to be still and light but desperation took over soon. "You’ve had your fun, right? Just… just let me go!" His words were rushed, almost pleading, as he tried to bargain his way out of further humiliation.
Hidan's distress deepened as he felt the unmistakable tip of someone else pushing against him, pressing slowly inside his body. The sensation was overwhelming and far more intense than anything he had experienced before. His initial reaction was a visceral, desperate gasp, his body tensing against the intrusion.
"No—please—" Hidan begged, his voice breaking as he felt the pressure increase. His earlier anger had dissolved into raw, pleading desperation. He squirmed against the wall, trying to escape the invasive sensation, but the hands on his hips held him steady, their grip unyielding and firm.
The figure behind him moved with a deliberate, almost tender pace, pushing inside with a careful, measured rhythm. Each movement seemed designed to amplify Hidan’s torment, the slow, controlled penetration drawing out his vulnerability.
Hidan was in such shock that he didn’t even notice at first—his mind struggling to process the conflicting sensations. His eyes watered, but it wasn’t until a moment later that he realized the tears were freely falling, a bitter mix of humiliation and frustration far outweighing any physical pain.
He tried to blink them away, but the sobs came anyway, uncontrollable and raw. The humiliation was unbearable, cutting far deeper than the physical intrusion, stripping away the last remnants of his pride. The slow pace only made the experience more excruciating, amplifying every sensation and every moment of his suffering.
He was utterly powerless, caught between the overwhelming not unpleasant physical sensations and the intense emotional madness of being so thoroughly exposed and dominated.
The figure's hands remained steady on his hips, guiding him, controlling him, as the intrusion continued with a relentless pace.
In the midst of his sobs, Hidan struggled to reconcile his body's reactions with his sense of dignity and control. Every plea, every attempt to retreat only served to deepen his sense of humiliation and helplessness.
As the slow thrust continued, Hidan's entire body tensed and he desperately tried to stifle the sounds of arousal that crept back into his body and brain. He covered his mouth with both hands, attempting to muffle the involuntary moans that escaped despite his best efforts. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, and his face flushed with a deep crimson as he tried to remain silent.
Eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to block out the world, Hidan was lost in a haze of confusion and humiliation. The slow, steady thrusting felt like an endless torment, a relentless invasion that seemed to stretch time and his endurance.
When the hand returned to stroke him, matching the same torturous rhythm, Hidan knew with sickening certainty that his body was about to betray him again. He clenched his teeth, fighting the rising tide of pleasure that threatened to engulf him, but it was a losing battle. His breath hitched, his muscles tensed, and despite everything, the inevitable wave of release crashed over him once more.
Hidan's body trembled as he tried to catch his breath. His mind was hazy, only remaining though was Kakuzu needing to come to save him soon or this will be his end.
Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps caught Hidan’s attention. He turned his head as much as he could, squinting through his blurred vision and tears. There, at the end of the alley, he saw his partner crossing toward him, clearly searching for him.
Hidan's heart skipped a beat, his voice came out weak and uncertain. “K-Kakuzu…?”
Kakuzu halted, his eyes scanning the area before locking onto Hidan. His frustration was palpable as he took in the scene. “What the hell are you doing, Hidan? Chasing after a damn cat and getting yourself into trouble like always. You never learn, do you?”
His expression then shifted from confusion to concern as he drew closer. The sight of Hidan’s pitiful, flushed face, the tears streaming down his cheeks, and the evident distress starkly contrasted with the usual dynamic between them.
Hidan’s heart raced as he met Kakuzu’s gaze, feeling a surge of shame that only intensified the ongoing intrusion behind him. The contrast of Kakuzu’s presence against the relentless assault was like a nightmare.
As Kakuzu's stern voice cut through the haze of Hidan’s distress, his body trembled uncontrollably with each thrust. The combination of Kakuzu's scolding and the ongoing invasion heightened his sense of vulnerability. Tears streamed freely, mingling with the sweat on his flushed face.
Trying to find his voice amid the emotional and physical madness, Hidan’s words came out shaky. “K-Kakuzu... please... help me... I’m—”
Kakuzu’s gaze remained fixed on Hidan’s tear-streaked face, his eyes reflecting a sudden realization. “And now look at you—pounded from behind like some kind of plaything. You’ve outdone yourself this time.”
Hidan’s breath hitched at the cruel irony of Kakuzu’s words. His body continued to react involuntarily, each thrust sending waves of unwanted pleasure through him. The more Kakuzu spoke, the more Hidan felt trapped between the intense shame of his dilemma and the unexpected impact of Kakuzu’s presence.
Without warning, Kakuzu stepped closer, right in front of Hidan, his hand firmly grasping Hidan’s face, tilting it upward. The touch was surprisingly gentle yet commanding. Kakuzu’s gaze locked onto Hidan’s eyes with a piercing intensity.
“That mouth of yours got you into another mess, did it?” Kakuzu said, his voice low and edged with frustration.
Hidan’s eyes, although filled with tears, were now held captive by Kakuzu’s steady, reassuring gaze. The familiar presence of Kakuzu, despite the harshness of his words, had a paradoxical effect. The sensation of Kakuzu’s hand on his face, the firm but tender grip, brought a strange sense of comfort amidst the chaos.
There was something inherently grounding about Kakuzu, his hand pressing gently against Hidan’s flushed cheeks. That steady hand, his presence, and the firmness in his touch. Hidan instinctively tilted into that touch, his moans muffled against Kakuzu's palm.
Kakuzu's thumb gently brushed against Hidan’s cheek, his moves almost soothing. He spoke with a mix of authority and an unexpected note of praise, “That’s it, Hidan. Just let go.”
The familiarity of deep voice, the gentle pressure of his thumb parting Hidan's lips, felt heavenly. Hidan’s body responded instinctively, and as Kakuzu guided him, the initial resistance melted away. Hidan's moans grew louder, more focused, as he surrendered to the pleasure.
Hidan's lips closed around Kakuzu's thumb, his tongue flicking out to taste him. His eyes were shut tight, lost in the heightened sensations as his senses became more sensitive.
Kakuzu watched Hidan with fascination, his own urges becoming harder to ignore. Unable to resist, he reached into his pants and pulled out his member. With deliberate strokes, he brought it closer to Hidan’s mouth.
Hidan’s lips parted slightly as Kakuzu's thumb remained in his mouth guiding it open. His command firm, “Suck.”
Without hesitation, Hidan obeyed, his eyes closing tightly as he took Kakuzu into his mouth. The act of submission and the physical closeness brought an unexpected sense of safety and comfort. Hidan’s movements were guided by a primal need to please and find solace in Kakuzu’s control. Everything now overshadowed by the familiar, authoritative presence of his partner.
As Hidan continued, his body reacted with heightened sensitiveness. His hair clung to his face in damp, messy strands, the usually sleek silver locks now darkened with sweat. Several strands fell forward, sticking to his flushed cheeks and forehead.
Kakuzu continued to guide Hidan, praises came in a low, encouraging tone, each word an approval. His hips thrust forward, meeting Hidan’s eager mouth with a steady rhythm. The combination of Kakuzu’s words and the relentless thrusting from both the front and behind drove Hidan deeper into a state of surrender. With each thrust, Hidan’s body responded instinctively, fully immersed in the dual sensations. The pleasure was overwhelming, his moans muffled but persistent.
Hidan, despite the humiliation and fatigue, could do nothing but surrender to the pleasure. His senses were flooded, the relentless pleasure driving him past the point of resistance as he felt the body behind him quicken the pace and soon filled him to the brim with thick load, excess dripping down his leg.
The raw intensity of the moment overwhelmed him. For the third time that night, Hidan found himself succumbing completely to the relentless waves of pleasure. His body, already exhausted and trembling, gave in once more to the sensations coursing through him in a wave of climax stronger than two before.
Kakuzu, with his own climax approaching, pulled out of Hidan’s mouth, giving him a brief moment to gasp for air. The older man’s hand didn’t stop, though. His strokes quickened, each movement purposeful, bringing himself closer to the final release.
“Open, Hidan,” Kakuzu commanded, his voice low and rough.
Without hesitation, Hidan obeyed, eyes still shut tight, his mouth opening just in time. Hot ropes of Kakuzu’s release splattered across his tongue, while the rest landed on his flushed cheeks and chin.
Hidan’s eyes, heavy with fatigue and disorientation, flickered towards Kakuzu. He barely registered the smirk on Kakuzu’s face as one hand tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet those dark, calculating eyes. Kakuzu’s other hand moved toward his face in the familiar gesture of hand seal, his pointer and middle fingers together making Hidan's heart sink.
With a smug grin, Kakuzu simply said, "Kai."
From the other side of the wall, the unmistakable sound of a shadow clone dispersing reached Hidan’s ears. The hands that had been gripping his hips disappeared, leaving him suddenly free, but the realization of what had just happened hit him like a ton of bricks.
Hidan’s mind raced, piecing together the humiliating truth. His face turned an even deeper shade of red as he processed the fact that he’d been fucked—no, double-fucked—by Kakuzu the whole time.
He whipped his head around as best he could in his trapped position, eyes blazing with fury. "Damn you, Kakuzu!" Hidan’s voice cracked with rage. "You fucking played me for a fool! How the fuck dare you—"
Kakuzu, unfazed by Hidan’s outburst, simply chuckled under his breath, turning on his heel as if he had no intention of staying around to listen to Hidan's rant.
"Oi, oi, oi! Don't you walk away from me!" Hidan’s furious demands quickly shifted as he realized his only hope for being free again is leaving. Still trapped halfway through the wall with his pants around his knees, he swallowed his pride, his tone changing in desperation. "Kakuzu! Kakuzu, wait! Please, Kakuzu-chan…! Pretty please, help me out of here!"
Kakuzu paused mid-step, glancing over his shoulder with a raised brow, clearly enjoying the shift from anger to pleading. He allowed a moment to pass, letting Hidan’s begging hang in the air before he responded with a satisfied smirk.
"Now, that’s more like it.”