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Until Next Halloween	By : assassi Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1479 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A.N.This was written for ActuallyNevis' Akatsuki Halloween Challenge on FF.
Until next Halloween
Despite what people thought about him, Shiranui Genma wasn't one to whine or complain about a mission he didn't like or didn't feel like doing. But if he were, he would now.
It was the darkest night out there and it was raining as if the sky was punishing the people below. The train Genma was on was making funny noises and, as Genma thought, funny movements too. It felt like in the next moment it might just derail.
Trains weren't Genma's thing. He would gladly walk, jump on the trees like ninjas did, he would even sail with a boat if he had to…. But trains…
But one couldn't really object to the Hokage (except if one's name was Uzumaki Naruto), so Genma went to the Mist, retrieved the scroll and got on the train.
The train that stopped now with a screeching noise and in the middle of nowhere. Genma sighed, trying to both calm down and keep his cool composure, then looked through the window. As far as he could tell in that impossible darkness, they were in the middle of one of those long bridges that connected the two sides of an abyss. Genma looked down – he couldn't see the river in the bottom of the chasm, he couldn't see anything…
Except that face… Black and white, like a grotesque grinning skull. He saw it when a lightning tore the skies and that face – the face of Death – was mirrored in the glass of the small window. He tried to turn around but he couldn't – he got struck between a rock hard body and the window, and probably some jutsu too, since he couldn't, for the life of him, move. Then a voice, both lewd and alluring said in his ear "Shhh, easy now, doll face."
Genma's eyes widened a bit – he couldn't have meant… it was just a random insult, right?.! The face in the darkened window grinned. The body behind him pushed itself closer to Genma's. Genma tried to hide his terror – he couldn't mistake that hardness, that was now pressed between his ass cheeks.
"Hmm….", the voice purred. "I don't have much time to fight you and I guess you wouldn't willingly let yourself be tied up", the face smiled that lewd smile again. "See you soon, Princess…"
That, and the following hit at the back of his head, was the last thing Genma remembered.
When he woke up… he wished he hadn't.
He didn't know how long he had been gone, but in that time that guy had managed to nail up a chain in the ceiling of the wagon and chain Genma's arms up, with Genma now on his knees on the floor. That was when Genma realized that he was stark naked. And, for his utter embarrassment – half hard.
"Have you played this game, doll face?", that same voice asked and the man stepped in front of Genma. He was the same guy, Genma could tell by the voice and that same black and red cloak of the Akatsuki, but the face was different. It was… beautiful.
The man had pale skin and silver silky hair, smoothed back and in perfect order. He had the most impossible purple eyes. He was… truly beautiful.
The man grinned. "What's the matter, pretty boy, you prefer the black and white version?"
Genma didn't. Certainly not. But… one couldn't deny how much appropriate that other version was, considering what day it was.
The man looked down between Genma's legs and grinned again. "I asked if you liked playing that game. Seems to me that you've played it before…"
Like he was taught, Genma stayed quiet. Inside he was screaming, he was in shock, he had never imagined his bedroom fantasies would turn out into something like this. No, he hadn't imagined it like that. It wasn't supposed to be like that…
The man before him unzipped the cloak and let it fall on the floor, remaining now only in his pants. Genma's traitorous eyes hungrily consumed the naked, well-shaped pale chest. His even more traitorous dick hardened even more.
"Fuck…"
"Hmm? Like what you see, bitch?", the man grinned. He obviously decided to make a show of his undressing, slowly unzipping the pants, slowly pushing them down, remaining now in tight dark red boxers with an obvious bulge inside them. A fairly large bulge. He grabbed himself through the boxers, massaging said bulge, and groaned. "Fuck, I'm so hard for you…", he muttered, then finally slid the last of his clothes down his body.
"Fuck…"
Genma gulped dryly, now painfully hard with the sight before him. And what a sight it was.
He was big, alright. Long and thick. Promising long painful hours if only he wanted to hurt someone in this way. And he probably wanted to…
The man grinned again. "Is this how you like them, bitch? Hard and ready for you? Pushing relentlessly into you, taking you in earnest… fast and wild… and then again…"
Genma bit his bottom lip to prevent the moan to escape. But he couldn't hide the reactions of his own traitorous body – his cock twitched, starting to leak pre-come.
Dirty talking. How was it possible that Genma's every fantasy turned against him?.!
The man bent down in front of him, grabbing his chin, grinning again. "The name is Hidan. In case you want to scream it later."
Genma didn't and wouldn't. Who the fuck did that guy think he was?.! No man or a woman had made Shiranui Genma scream their names, and no one will. Ever.
Hidan let go of his chin and moved behind him, kneeling just behind him, his hips touching Genma's. Genma closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable…
Unexpectedly warm hands slid around him and Genma gasped, surprised, when they ventured from his nipples, down his toned body, to his aching cock.
"Do you want to come first, bitch?"
Genma gritted his teeth. No, he wouldn't say it. But his body did – his cock twitched again, leaking more pre-come.
"Beg me, slut!"
No! Shiranui Genma begged no one!
"Is that how it is… You'll wish you'd begged!"
Fingers, surprisingly gentle, began tracing his length with feather-like touches – on the head, the tiny weeping slit, down to the balls… The lightest of touches. Then a finger came back up, smeared some of the pre-come on the swollen head and began teasing the slit.
Genma was panting. Trained as he was, he couldn't stop his body from craving the air Hidan's ministrations were sucking out of him. He was close… so close… just a few more moves or even a single real stroke…
And then his whole self screamed, he might as well have really screamed, before his system temporally shut down…
Pain. The tearing pain of feeling your own flesh tear around another flesh, plunging inside you, too big for your unprepared body, too alien to be where it was.
"You should have begged…", Hidan's voice whispered in his ear. "Then I might not have taken you dry…"
But it wasn't over. Oh, no…
The flesh inside him, that thick and long hardness, moved. Surprisingly slowly at the beginning. Genma's foggy mind wondered for a minute, why slowly? Why not hurt him more? It seemed like that was what Hidan wanted – to see his pain. So why slowly now?
"I can still make you come, slut", Hidan informed him, somehow answering his questions. "Do you want me to?"
Genma had learned his lesson. He knew what he had to do, but proud as he was, shinobi as he was, he couldn't really voice it out. He sent a prayer that Hidan would be fine with that compromise and only nodded in response to Hidan's question.
Hidan hesitated, then obviously decided it was enough. He moved slowly, his hand coming around Genma's body and around his softened (from the pain) cock, stroking it back to life. Another hand came up his body, teasing his nipples. A tongue began licking his sensitive ear shell.
What the…?
Was Hidan some sex god? How could he possibly turn pain into pleasure in just a few seconds, just a few moves?
Genma wanted to writhe. He wanted to… well not beg, but encourage Hidan for more. But he couldn't. He could only helplessly kneel there, not being able to do anything else but feel.
And then…
His mouth opened wide in a quiet scream. Stars danced before his eyes.
Hidan's cock, the same that had caused him such pain, was now brushing his sweet spot, gently, almost teasingly. Maybe he was teasing. Cause now, now Genma wanted that cock to push harder into that spot.
"… dan…"
"Hmm? What did you say, bitch?"
"… Hidan…"
Genma wanted to cry. He was humiliated. He was being taken, dry, in the middle of a storm, on a train, chained. And now he was begging his own tormentor… for more.
He felt Hidan's hesitance again – the Akatsuki member hadn't expected him to really beg him. To say the name he was given for that exact purpose.
The hand on his cock stroked him harder, more precisionly, with the intention of really pleasuring him – teasing the slit and applying just the right pressure. The thrusts became gradually harder, hitting Genma's prostate… taking him closer….
"Scream for me, leaf shinobi. No one will hear you. Everyone's dead. I killed them…"
Genma's eyes shot open. What the…? They were all..? And he was…? He would reach climax, knowing he was the only alive person on that train?.!
But he couldn't really stop it. One last stroke, one last thrust in the right place… and he was screaming, screaming for his tormentor, arching and writhing into his arms, feeling said tormentor coming inside him, screaming with him, both reaching such powerful orgasm that Genma's eyes literally saw the light…
He must have blacked out, because when he woke up Hidan was gone.
And Genma was alive. The only one alive on that haunted train, left in the middle of the bridge, over the abyss. The chains were undone and Genma lied on the floor, naked and covered with come… and with a black and red cloak.
Shiranui Genma, aged 27, had just survived his first real hellish Halloween.

A year passed since that faithful night on that haunted train. No one really noticed, but Hidan changed.
He stopped fooling around, stopped fucking men and women, willing and unwilling, in every town they went. He had dreams. Vivid dreams of a face without name, face he had last seen a year ago, tiredly sleeping, body covered with his own cloak.
"Kakuzu?", Hidan muttered.
"Hn", his partner muttered in response.
"What day is it today?"
"October 30th."
Tomorrow. A whole year since that night, on that train….
Miles and miles away from Hidan, Genma didn't have time to ponder over the past. He had plans for tomorrow night. Big plans.

Hidan stirred and groaned with pain – being immortal didn't save him from the pain. He was cold. He was laying onto something cold. He was naked, stark naked… except something around his neck. His arms ached and he couldn't move them. He opened his eyes hesitantly.
It was dark, but the full moon above threw some kind of mystic light over the whole impossible décor. He was in the middle of something like a meadow, only it was a meadow so creepy, so full of dead trees and bushes with no leaves on them, that one would never even think about resting in the middle of it.
That was the catch – Hidan wasn't resting. He was chained. To a marble stone. To be more precise – a gravestone.
His arms were chained above his head with some oh-so-familiar chains. The thing around his neck had spikes… and was chained to the gravestone as well.
"What the…"
"Don't you like the place I chose for you, … bitch?"
His eyes shot up. The leaf shinobi!
He had changed a bit for the last year – his honey hair was longer and there was something in his eyes… gleaming with the expectance of a sweet revenge. The senbon between his lips flicked sideways as he spoke.
"I see you remember me."
"You little fucker!"
Genma nodded. "Yeah, I will fuck you. Only I am not so little if you would kindly remember."
Hidan swallowed dryly. Genma grinned.
"Do you know where we are?", he asked.
Hidan looked around again. There was a light fog floating near the wet ground and between the dead trees. There were also other ghostly silhouettes surrounding them in a circle. More gravestones.
Hidan gulped again. "A fucking graveyard…", he muttered.
Genma chuckled. "Once again you are very right – it is a graveyard, in the middle of which I am going to fuck you. And in case you wonder to which gravestone you are chained to and gonna be fucked on – it's yours, babe. I ordered it specially for tonight. How would you like that, huh?"
Hidan looked at those insane and in the same time so very (creepily) calm brown eyes.
"I did my homework, Hidan. I heard you are a zealot. How would your "god" like this?"
Hidan smiled slowly, a smile that grew into a grin, then he began to laugh.
"Hahhaa!.!.! What do you think you can do to me, loser? You gonna fuck me to death? You cannot kill me! So what, you're gonna hurt me? I love pain! How the fuck are you gonna punish me, slut?"
Genma smiled again and bent down to whisper in Hidan's ear. "I'm gonna haunt you. I know you had dreams for me, Hidan. Did you scream while you dreamt about me? Did you wake up so hard, that no whore could do the job? Did you curse the day you met me?"
Genma stepped back to look in those wide, terrified purple eyes. "I'm not even gonna try to hurt or kill you. I'll give you something that will keep torturing you each and every night, when you wake up hard and panting, wanting… begging… I'll give you a name to scream, bitch. It's Genma. You better remember it. And you can scream it while I take you… dry, as you like it. You can scream all you want, Hidan. No one will hear you. They are all dead…."
Hidan gulped again. They both looked between Hidan's legs and at the hard member. Genma snorted.
"You kinky slut. I knew you'd like this waaay too much for it to be your real punishment.", he grinned. "That's why I brought toys…"
Genma pulled out a candy cane, put it in his mouth and sucked, moving it in and out, back and forth between his lips, his eyes not breaking the contact with Hidan's, teasing him, alluring him. Not missing a single move, Hidan licked his lips hungrily.
"Hmm? You want some?", Genma asked. Hidan just stared back. Smirking, Genma bent down again and whispered in Hidan's lips "Happy Halloween…". Just as his lips covered Hidan's, the candy was pushed hard into Hidan's unprepared entrance.
"NNNNHHH!", Hidan tried to scream, a scream swallowed in Genma's sweet tasting mouth.
Genma withdrew then to take a look at his victim. Heavily panting, Hidan only whispered "More…"
Smirking, Genma shoved the candy once again inside Hidan, deeper this time. And yet…
"Not deep enough, right bitch?"
"Fuck you!", Hidan tossed in his chains, trying to get the candy deeper, to make Genma touch him. Would he have to beg? He was shameless enough to do so, but would he have to..?
"Yes… ", Genma answered for him. "I wanna hear your voice, loud in this haunted place… Or are you afraid you're gonna wake up the dead?"
Hidan fidgeted helplessly. Never in his life he had felt that vulnerable. He was the monster. He was the one people were afraid of. What… was this guy doing to him?
The candy was pulled out of him, making him moan like a whore, while the end of that same candy cane was now teasingly tracing his pecks and abs. When it reached his leaking cock Genma leveled the two pricks, then bent down and swallowed them both.
"Hah!", the moan escaped Hidan's unwilling lips.
Genma began sucking him hard, the candy creating a nice friction next to Hidan's throbbing flesh.
"Mmmmhh…. Haah, yeah…", moans he no longer could keep inside filled the ghostly place.
And just when he was about to come…. Genma stopped.
"What the… you fuckin' bastard, get back there and finish me off!", Hidan yelled.
Genma smirked. "Beg me."
No moral, no restrains, no shame, Hidan reminded himself. "Just do it. Do it and he'll give it to ya…"
"Please…"
"Please, Master!", Genma corrected.
Hidan gulped. "Please, Master… fuck me…"
Genma chuckled. "Now that wasn't so hard, ne?", he said, ramming inside the barely stretched hole.
"AAaAaAaAAHhhHH! Ha, ah…. Fuck!"
"Am I reaching you now, slut?", Genma growled.
"Fuck, yes! Yes!", Hidan howled.
"Do you like it hard, bitch? You like to feel it like it splits you open?"
"YEEEEAHHH!"
"Hehhe…. Like this?", a thrust, hard enough to leave a crack on the gravestone, and straight onto Hidan's prostate.
"HhaaaaaAAAaAh, yeaaaah! Oh, Jashin….!"
"Genma! I'm the one givin' it to you! Scream for me, bitch!"
"GENMAAaAAA!", tears fell down the beautiful pale face.
A hand wrapped around Hidan's cock, stroking him to completion.
"You better come fast, bitch, cuz I'm almost there!", Genma warned.
Only mere seconds later they came together, the spurts of come staining Hidan's bare heaving chest…
It took Genma a few minutes to come to his senses. He then simply pulled out and began putting on his clothes. Hidan was watching him tiredly.
"Ok, now unchain me…"
"Hmm?", Genma raised an eyebrow.
"Come on, bitch, I undid the chains for you!"
"Well… no one said I'd return the favor, ne?", Genma winked sweetly.
"Wha-… Are you going to leave me here, in the middle of a fuckin' graveyard, naked and covered in come?.!"
"It's mostly your come anyways. Mine has probably leaked out by now… and it can't be seen from here…But since you asked so nicely…"
Genma pulled out a single green leaf from his pocket and put it with mock gentleness over Hidan's softened cock, covering it. "Here, a souvenir from the Leaf village", he smirked, leaving a fuming Hidan behind.
"Hey! HEY! Get back here! I left you my whole robe and you're leaving me a fuckin' leaf!.?"
Urgh… he didn't want to think about the morning when Kakuzu was going to find him… like that.

Another year passed. Halloween was just a day away and Genma was confused. They were even. Right? Or… should he expect more surprises? Where was he going to be for Halloween this year? A haunted house? A tomb? … Was he even going to see Hidan again?
"Hey, Gen", Raido called him. "You comin' to the Halloween party?"
"Yeah… Yeah, I'm comin'."
"Cool! What are you going to be?"
Genma didn't really know. There was only one detail on his costume that was decided…

The Shinobi Halloween party this year was in the Hokage Tower, now turned into a haunted house. The lobby was full of snacks and enormous quantities of alcohol, and strange people were walking around. Strange as in: a mummy, strangely resembling one Maito Gai; a boxer was following the mummy, strangely resembling the mummy's bushy brows and idiotic haircut; a pharaoh, strangely resembling one Hyuga Neji was being followed by a cat woman, strangely resembling one TenTen and so on…
"Raido, Genma, good to see you guys here!", Kurenai came to meet them by the door, dressed in what seemed to be a S&M Master costume. Following her, on a leash, was one of the men in the bingo books – strong and capable, the son of the previous Hokage, Sarutobi Asuma was now clad only in tight black leather pants. He was shirtless and only a thick dog collar could be spotted on his neck, the leash attached to it being held by Kurenai. Unlike Kurenai, Asuma looked completely humiliated, but the looks he was giving his Mistress were enough for everyone to see what she had used to lure him into this – sex. To be more precise – the threat of no sex for two weeks if he didn't do what she wanted.
"Nice one, Raido", she nodded, appreciating Raido's police uniform. Her eyes then moved on Genma. "Eerm… what are you supposed to be, Gen?", she asked, eyeing the two thick chains, that crossed over Genma's pecks.
"…A prisoner?", Genma answered her half-heartedly, not paying much attention. He was looking around, seeking for… what? Someone? Why? Why would he even be here? But something in Genma screamed that Hidan will not miss that opportunity…
He saw Sakura, dressed as a sexy nurse, beating a cowboy, strangely resembling one Uzumaki Naruto and smirked – some things never changed. A few meters aside a stuttering and blushing angel was begging Sakura to stop…
Genma's trained eyes spotted a scythe somewhere in the crowd and his heart missed a beat, but it was only some ninja, dressed in a costume of the Death.
Kakashi was dressed as a surgeon – with the mask of course. Genma was surprised the Copy Nin was even there, but the happy-go-lucky little devil next to him was the perfect explanation. Hmm… Iruka as a sexy devil… with that tail… Bad, thoughts, Genma, bad thoughts! Iruka was Kakashi's…
Another scythe – but it was with only one blade.
Genma began realizing he was going crazy. What was wrong with him? Why expecting him? Why waiting for him…?
A third one… with three blades!
Genma's heart stopped, then began throbbing painfully. He rushed forward, shoving people aside. Where was he?.!
A black robe snapped before him, but when he turned around the corner there was no one there.
"Damn him…"
Genma turned around again. And saw him.
In the middle of the crowd, where everyone could see him. Dressed in a simple black robe, not the Akatsuki one, the hood almost hiding his face. Almost, but not really. Those purple eyes mocked him, those sinful lips stretched in a lewd smile. One hand was holding that unique three-bladed scythe – how come no one noticed it!.?
Someone walked in front of Hidan, hiding him for just a second from Genma's eyes… and that was all it took. Just a second… and he was gone.
Genma began looking around madly, insanely, pushing more people aside and almost tripping himself… Where was he?.!
He stopped somewhere in the middle of the room and sighed, giving up. Maybe the fucker had just come to mess with him again…
Strong arms grabbed him from behind, crushing him into a stone hard, well-toned body. A hot breath whispered in his ear, with that oh-so-familiar voice "Trick or treat… bitch."
Genma was dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do. He was being held, in the arms of a man, of an enemy, right here before all his friends…
"Let's go somewhere…", the voice suggested. "Not your place. Somewhere where they can see us…"
Genma bit his bottom lip, struggling with a moan, but instead he just nodded. The arms let him go. Not looking back, Genma ran.
Not once did he turn around to see if he was being followed. He knew he was.
He stopped in the middle of a train yard and waited. When he felt Hidan was close he asked "What are we doing?"
"What we always do…"
"Hidan…"
"Oh, come ooon… don't ruin the fun!", the arms came around him again and the voice whispered "Tell me how you want it…"
"… I want us both to feel it…"
"Don't we both feel it either way?"
"…but does it mean anything?"
"Don't play those whiny games on me, slut! We both know you either wanna fuck me or get fucked. Just choose one!"
Genma closed his eyes. He knew he only had this night. One night a year… Until one of them died. That's just how things were in a shinobi world. No place for romance. And since when Shiranui Genma even needed romance?.! He had always been the "good fuck, now get lost" kinda guy. But Hidan… Hidan had messed with him and his mind from the very beginning. So why not then? Huh? Why not make it even more wicked…?
He turned around and looked Hidan straight in the eyes. "I want us both to feel… everything…"
Slowly, a smile bloomed on Hidan's face. "Are you sure you're ready for this, bitch?"
Genma held out his hand. "Draw the sign."
Hidan grinned lewdly. So quick that Genma hardly saw it, he made a small cut on Genma's wrist. He then lowered his lips and lapped the blood hungrily. When he finally stepped back, Genma watched, wide eyed, how the man in front of him slowly began to turn into a demon… no, more like a soul reaper. A Sninigami.
The black and white face slowly grinned. "What's the matter, doll face? Scared?"
Genma clenched his jaw. "Draw the fuckin' sign."
His grin widening, Hidan stabbed his own palm until it began bleeding heavily. When the drops began pooling onto the ground, he smeared them, drawing a circle with a triangle inside. He stepped inside and small chills ran down Genma's spine. Hidan held out his hand.
"Come here, kitty…"
Hesitantly, Genma did so, but remained as far as he could from Hidan. The zealot smirked. Not saying anything he ran his hand down his own body. Genma's eyes widened – he felt those fingertips on his own abs! Not braking the eye contact Hidan grabbed his own hard member through his pants and squeezed. Genma gasped, his eyes almost popping out.
"Yeah… you felt that, right, bitch?", Hidan grinned. His hand slipped inside his pants and he stroked himself.
"Hah… ", Genma moaned, his cheeks flushing pink.
"What about those chains?", Hidan asked, not stopping his ministrations.
Genma tried to think straight. He hadn't really intended to use them… this time. And, in the middle of a train yard, there was nothing good to chain Hidan to. "Just a good memory…", Genma half-moaned, dropping said chains to the ground.
Hidan chuckled. "So… you or me?", he asked, his breath a bit hitched.
"Huh?", Genma frowned.
"Taking it… You or me? Not that it matters, as long as we are inside the symbol… ah! Fuck! Just say it faster!"
"Get on your hands and knees…", Genma commanded. For his surprise Hidan complied – he first dropped the black robe, leaving it to pool at his feet, then undid his pants, but not really taking them off; then he kneeled, his back facing Genma, and got on all fours.
Genma was stunned by this strange act of submissiveness, shown by the fowl mouthed missing nin. He guessed a whole year waiting was getting on both their nerves. He dropped on his knees and reached in his pocket before he unzipped his pants to reveal his throbbing cock.
Hidan jumped, feeling something wet ad slick between his butt cheeks.
"What the hell are you doin', slut!.?", he roared, but then he suddenly smiled again. "Oh… I forgot you don't like it dry… Hahhah, fine, go ahead. Just hurry…"
Genma didn't need to be told twice. He was near too. He sent a prayer that his ministrations would be enough and then slammed his leaking cock inside Hidan.
"FUCK!"
"HaAAaH!"
They both stopped for a second, panting. That was the weirdest thing Genma had ever felt (and he had slept with Anko too!). He was feeling his cock, buried in Hidan's tight heat, and he was feeling as if another cock was buried in his own ass too, that being what Hidan was feeling now. It was … too intense, even now, even without them moving, but when Hidan slammed himself back, fucking himself on Genma's dick, Genma's eyes crossed.
"Fuck, Hidan!..."
"Yeah! Fuck… fuck me more!", he howled to the stars, his head thrown back, back arching and hips frantically moving, seeking completion.
"Fuck, slo-..slower! Hah! Hidan! I'm gonna…. Gonna…!"
"I ain't stoppin' or slowin' now, bitch! Bear with iiiiiit…!"
"You son of a … Hah! Fuck! I'm … almost….!"
"Oh, no, you're not, slut! You ain't comin' till I come!"
"Then fuck yourself faster, Akatsuki whore! Ride it faster!"
"Lay on the ground…."
"Huh…?"
"Lay on the fucking ground, bitch!"
Genma frowned, confused, but pulled out and laid back. There was a rustling sound and a second later what looked like the Death himself sat on him and impaled himself on Genma's dick.
"Oh, Kami…!", Genma screamed, his whole body arching up.
"Jashin!", the creature insisted, moving faster above him, riding him in earnest.
Even with his black skin and demonic look, Hidan somehow was still… beautiful? Genma frowned. What kind of insane thought was that? Was his mind that messed up already?
But seeing Hidan like that, so lost, his hair, usually in perfect order, now ruffled, his black and white face glistening with sweat, his eyes half closed, his expression… so vulnerable… panting… moaning…
"Yeaaah…! Oh… Yes! Like that! Just there! Harder!"
These could be anyone's pleas. What one felt the other felt too and it was just too intense to last too long…
"Now or never, bitch! Scream for meeeeeeeeee!", Hidan threw his head back and ironically he was the one screaming. A second later though Genma followed him, howling into the night, not giving a damn that anyone could hear them and see them , here in the middle of the train yard, under the stars…
Sometime later they were laying on the ground, on their backs, watching those same stars. They were outside the symbol and Hidan's jutsu had probably worn off because his skin was pale again.
"So… Until the next Halloween?", Genma asked, his voice sounding somehow bitter.
"Yes", Hidan answered bluntly.
"What if I want more? What if I… asked you…"
"What, to quit Akatsuki and become a good obedient leaf ninja?", Hidan snorted. "It ain't working like this, bitch, and you know it."
"Genma."
"What?"
"It's a one fucking day a year, bastard! Call me Genma!"
Hidan only snorted again. They laid in silence another few minutes, then he stood up.
"I gotta go", Hidan simply said, then stopped mid-step; he looked like was struggling with himself for a second, then he said "Until next Halloween… Genma."
Genma only smiled slightly. Hidan was long gone, when the leaf shinobi muttered into the night
"Until next Halloween, bastard…."

A.N. The challenge: pair a Leaf Nin with an Akatuski Nin in an M-rated fic. Also:
Three Kinky Rules:
Rule #1: Setting of a scene at some point during your fic (choose just one): Cemetary, Haunted House or Train yard/or just a Train.
Rule #2:Utilize the word or object CANDY somewhere within your story. It is Halloween after all!
Rule #3: Utilization of a collar; any shape, size or color, for any reason. The attached leash should end up wrapped around something...unexpected!
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