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Breaking Even	By : Onileo Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2522 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Breaking Even

          Hidan opened his eyes as soon as Jashin returned life to his body, and sent a stone-hard glare to the sapphire sky and cream clouds above him. It was one of those days when he was plain fed up with the world and everything in it. He was done with Kakuzu and his eternal bitching, with the Akatsuki and their worthless plans, and damn his soul for it, he was done with Jashin and his immortal bullshit, too. He hated being a priest, hated being a ninja, hated being out in the stifling summer weather, hated being stuck on this damned earth.

          But most of all he hated the fact that there wasn't anything he could do about it.

          He talked about it a lot, and taunted his enemies with it, but today he honestly wished he could die. But of course, that was fucking impossible. His soul was hardwired to his body, thanks to his god, and no amount of coaxing could shake it loose.

          Sitting up stiffly, he pulled his pike from his chest with a vicious yank and spit the blood out of his mouth. His glare moved to the cell of Leaf chunin that lay haphazardly around him. He had taken them out all at once, a feat really, considering the nature of his curse jutsu. But they were stupid and far too inexperienced to deal with him effectively. So he killed them, hoping to overwhelm himself in the throes of his jutsu and be pulled into death with them. With an aggravated sigh he stood, staring down at the bloody pike in his hand.

          “Fuck it.” he cursed before he dropped it and turned to walk away.

          He didn't make it a half-dozen steps before the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, warning him of danger. He wasn't really surprised; this area was a hotbed of shinobi activity, which was why he had chosen it for his hunting grounds today. He had heard at least two battles in the distance before he ran across his sacrifices. Clenching his scythe he pulled a long length of cable free as he stopped and turned. Whoever it was, they were going to find out that they just made the mistake that ended their life.

          A kunoichi with pale pink hair appeared out of thin air, standing on the other side of the road. She tilted her head as she stared uncomprehending at him before her over-bright green eyes moved to the carnage around him. She stumbled forward, and it was then that he noticed the Hidden Leaf symbol on her headband. But what interested him more was the condition of her body. She was heavily wounded, one hand covering a gaping wound over her abdomen. A faint green glow surrounded her fingers as she tried to stem the flow of fresh blood that seeped into her clothes, adding to the ruin of grime, crimson stains and rent fabric that covered her.

          “Konoha, huh? You're pretty far from home, kunoichi.” he taunted with a menacing grin.

          She ignored him as she continued forward, toward the nearest body on the ground. He watched her from where he stood as she sank to her knees and checked the corpse for life with her free hand, a frown spreading on his face at her uncharacteristic behavior. Even if she was injured, she should be at least trying to fight him. She struggled back to her feet, nearly falling face-first in the dirt twice in the process, before staggering toward him. He watched her with returning amusement as she pulled a kunai from her pouch. It was about time she paid attention to him. At this point she was too weak to hurt a fly, but she seemed determined to avenge her comrades.

          She made it to within an arm's length of him before she collapsed, stabbing him in the knee as she fell. Not seeming to know what happened, she sat and stared up at him in confusion. Pulling the kunai free and tossing it to the side, he sank down to squat in front of her and took her chin in one hand to help her focus on his face.

          “You're dying.” he said in a low voice as he brushed the damp hair back from her face with the other. Her skin was pale and sweat coated her as she fought to breathe steadily over the pain. She didn't even try to pull away from him. Then, more to himself he whispered, “Lucky bitch.”

          He saw understanding dawn in her pain-glazed eyes a moment before she reached out and clutched the leg of his pants. Her gaze turned pleading and she focused on the pendant on his chest and tried to speak, but only managed to spit out a mouthful of blood.

          “Do you want me to finish killing you?” he supplied.

          “Yes.” she rasped out just before she keeled over backwards, landing in the dirt with a dulled thud.

          He actually considered granting her request for a moment. But the merciful thought passed quickly and his face hardened. “Well, too damn bad. If I have to be stuck in this hellhole, then so do you. Nobody's getting what they want today.”

          Decision made, he let his scythe slip from his fingers. Reaching down he drew Jashin's symbol in the dirt before placing his knee inside as he knelt beside her prone body. She took a last shuddering breath just as he leaned down and kissed her lips, the coppery taste of her blood hitting his tongue. Drawing back he watched as she convulsed twice and her eyes rolled back in her head. Then her breathing steadied into shallow rasps, her body artificially working under the force of his jutsu. Satisfied that it was working, he let out a vicious snicker before standing up. He would deny her the pleasure of death and leaving him behind on this rotten earth. The pain of her lacerated body raced through him as fast as the bone markings covered his skin, making his head spin with pleasure.

          Hidan made sure she was stable before he gathered up the little bitch’s body and slung it over his shoulder. She wouldn’t be able to hang on for long, but he had plenty of time to get her back to the shrine before the bond between them dissolved. That bastard Pein had insisted that if he wanted to do a private ritual that didn’t involve killing on a mission he had to do it somewhere other than at one of their bases. Some shit about a blood trail leading to Akatsuki’s doorstep. Personally, he thought it was because Konan didn’t like the screaming involved in the more drawn out ceremonies. Pein was so pussy-whipped it made him ill. Without even glancing at the corpses beneath him he stepped over the nearest and disappeared as if he had never been.

          Sakura woke with a whispered gasp that seemed to echo in the impenetrable darkness around her. The air was muggy and still, and an oppressive feeling came over her, as if she were underground or in a tiny room with no windows. She couldn’t see a thing, but she instinctively knew she wasn’t lying down. Her muscles were taunt and tingling, and she could feel cold stone beneath her bare feet. A drop of sweat rolled down her nose, but when she tried to wipe it away she found she couldn’t move her arms, or her legs for that matter.

          Momentary panic washed over her and she had to stifle the curse that nearly slipped past her lips. She had no idea where she was, or how she got here. She must have passed out at some point, but she couldn't remember anything about what happened to her. When she tried to think, she only came up with a fuzzy white haze where her recent memory should be. There was a vague image of a fight, and she knew she had been wounded, badly, but that was all. Had she been captured and kept alive for interrogation?

          A soft rustle in the blackness alerted her to the fact that she wasn’t alone. She held perfectly still, forcing her breath into a regular pattern as she strained to listen for clues as to who was with her and how close they were. It was so quiet that when a pair of hands suddenly landed on her shoulders she would have jumped clear out of her skin if she were able to move. Fury quickly replaced surprise when she realized that the hands were on her bare skin. She hadn’t noticed before because of the warmth in the room, but she knew now that she was completely naked.

          “Get the hell off of me and tell me who you are.” she hissed with as much venom as she could muster.

          She received no answer, just a slight tightening of the hands on her before they started to slide down her shoulder blades. The touch was firm, but almost reverent in attitude. Goosebumps were raised on her skin immediately, despite the heat in the room. She tried to step forward, to get away from being touched, but there was no slack in her bonds.

          “Stop it.” she demanded again when the fingers began angling outward, grazing over her ribs, inching around her sides until she could feel the brush of forearms against her.

          Again, she was ignored. The hands closed around her breasts the same time she felt a naked chest pressed against her back. Tolerating it instead of fighting, she let her head drop forward, even letting a fake little moan pass her lips as if she were suddenly enjoying the contact. A second later she reared her head back hard, hoping to catch her captor off guard and shatter their nose with the back of her skull.

          Unfortunately only empty air met her efforts. They had dodged, and with little effort as well. That meant the one holding her was probably a ninja of some rank. Frustrated, she strained away from him, but only managed to separate herself by a scant inch. She tried angling her head so she could bite the offending arms, but no matter which way she turned she couldn’t quite reach. And when she tried to channel chakra to her arms and break her bonds with sheer force, she found that her chakra was inhibited as well, probably with a jutsu cast on the metal of the chains. A particularly foul curse slipped past her lips.

          Her captor didn’t seem to care that she was trying to escape right in front of him. He continued to gently massage her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. He was confident of her inability to free herself, even though he still expected her to try. She quieted down, suppressing her urge to struggle and letting her head drop forward again as she closed her useless eyes and expanded her other senses. If she could identify the person in the room with her she would have a much better chance of gaining control of the situation, perhaps even find a way of escaping.

          The large hands and lack of breasts on the smooth chest clued her in on the gender of the bastard fondling her in the dark. The fingers on his distracting hands were covered with smooth callouses, suggesting that he wielded a weapon at least as large as a sword often. His forearms were lean, adding weight to her theory, though these clues were vague and could lead to almost anyone. Breathing deeply she tried to catch a whiff of his scent, but the damp smell of the room prevented her from ascertaining anything beyond the fact that it wasn't used often.

          She was beginning to get frustrated with herself when a stab of pain rolled through her head, followed by a flash of memory. She remembered something now; she hadn't been captured by the ninja she was fighting, they were all dead. She had stumbled away from the battlefield after it was over, looking for the team she was supposed to rendezvous with that day. She had found their corpses, as well as the ninja who had just killed them. She remembered approaching him, ready to fight, then falling down and blacking out.

          Forcing her sluggish and aching brain to work, she searched for an identity to the picture of his face in her head. When she realized a moment later that she knew exactly who he was, her heart sank. He was one of the Akatsuki... Hidan was his name. A nutcase that claimed his religion made him immortal. If that was the case, she was still in serious trouble. But she had to test her theory first, and she was pretty sure she knew how to make him give himself away if it really was Hidan behind her. Relaxing her body, she leaned into the palms still on her breasts to get a better feel of the tension in his hands.

          “Jashin is a fucking moron with mindless pussies as his followers.” she said suddenly, her voice filled with derision.

          As expected, the hands on her breasts tightened slightly, even though the man behind her remained silent.

          Angling her head to glare over her shoulder at him in the darkness, whether he could see it or not, she ground out, “You can give up the theatrics now. I know it’s you... Hidan.”

          Instead of answering her verbally, the hands finally ceased their torture of her nipples, now slightly sore and erect. Leaving her breasts, they slid slowly over her ribs and down her stomach until they reached her hips. An inkling of fear came over Sakura when he didn’t stop there, but inched down and inward until his fingers were brushing against the small patch of curls between her legs. But he didn't touch her center right away, instead tracing his way over her lower belly before skimming down to her upper thighs. With gentle pressure he pulled her against him, and she could feel his arousal through the thin material of his pants as he pressed against her backside. The venom left her as he wrapped one arm around her torso to hold her in place while his free hand gently cupped her core, sending a sudden thrill churning through her.

          “Hidan…” she pleaded, hating how much her voice betrayed her fear and just how much his touch was truly affecting her.

          Unfortunately, his name on her lips only encouraged him and he pressed her more firmly against him. The inevitable result of her stimulation coated his finger when he delved deeper, sliding two fingers along her folds. She shuddered helplessly in response to the invasion, willing her brimming tears away along with her fear and any other emotion she might feel. She was a kunoichi captured, and this was torture against her will. She would respond as such, with endurance and silence until the end.

          It was a good theory, and held her well until he began to massage her clitoris with one hand while the other moved back up to her breast to caress her sensitized nipple. It had been months since she was last with someone; missions in the field and overtime at the hospital had made intimacy all but impossible. Accustomed to the quick responses her lifestyle demanded, her body began to reciprocate with gusto, and before she realized what she was doing, she was leaning into him of her own accord. His hard body against her backside sent a rush of pleasure through her and her head fell back against his shoulder as a deep moan slipped past her lips. She felt him turn his face into her neck, his tongue sliding along the tendon until he reached her ear and pulled the lobe into his mouth. Her whole body shuddered and she relaxed as she felt her orgasm near.

           His fingers suddenly stilled before withdrawing as a pleased murmur swept across her ear. His hands closed over her bare hips, pulling her back into him with a single, hard thrust. She groaned at the change in contact as her body trembled again.

          “No. Not yet.” he commanded roughly before he stepped away from her and faded into silence.

          Now feeling alone with her whole body on fire, Sakura waited in the dark, her quiet panting gasps loud in her ears. After what seemed like an eternity, light flooded her vision as a match was suddenly struck, blinding her. She blinked rapidly, trying desperately to adjust as fast as she could. When the world came back into focus a moment later, Hidan was standing in front of her. It was definitely him, but he looked more like the product of a nightmare than an actual human. He was holding a lit candle and grinning maniacally, the smooth muscles on his bare torso defined beneath inky black skin and large, bone-like markings.

          Actually seeing him drove away her helplessness, and she could feel her anger mounting again. Her liquid green eyes glittering in the flickering light, she opened her mouth to give him a good dressing down when he held a finger up to his lips to quiet her. She obeyed reluctantly, watching warily as he set the candle down at his feet. Moving out of the circumference of its light he approached, the white on his skin seeming to glow brighter in the dim light as the rest of him blurred and melted into the darkness surrounding them. Her breath caught in her throat as he stepped right up against her, grabbed her hair in one hand and pulled her head back.

          “How’s this for a mindless pussy?” he growled as he thrust two fingers deeply inside her with his free hand.

          The sudden shock and rush of feeling sent her eyes flying wide and an inarticulate cry escaped her. Pleased with himself, Hidan gave her a smug grin before he boldly leaned down to take her breast in his mouth. He kept his hand firmly planted in her hair so she couldn’t move her head to bite him. The fingers resting inside her remained as they were, filling her, but refusing her the friction that would bring her release. He could feel her tighten around him as he rolled his tongue around her nipple, her body asking him for what she herself never would. Satisfied that she was as aroused as possible, he drew back, his eyes morphing into violet stones as she looked up at him.

          It was an obvious challenge. He was teasing her, testing her, daring her to move against him and let him know she wanted more. She met his gaze steadily, even as her body screamed at her to move. The awareness of him inside her was driving her to distraction. The stalemate dragged on until she couldn't take anymore and shifted her weight forward. As soon as she relented he withdrew from her and stepped back.

          “Why are you doing this?” she ground out in frustration.

          Instead of taunting her, his expression darkened.

          “Do you remember what happened when we met?” he asked in a harsh whisper as his eyes roamed over her face.

          Sakura tried desperately to remember, and finally another image emerged from the fog. “The team of Leaf ninja on the ground. You killed them.”

          “That's right. And you tried to attack me for it. But you could barely move. You begged me to kill you. You were desperate to escape the pain before you died.”

          His answer made her head snap up. “Wait... I... died?”

          “Yes. You were wounded in a fight just before you stumbled onto the road.” He leaned his head in close to hers as he watched mortal fear flicker in her eyes. “And you have no idea what it cost me to bring you back.”

          Her gut turned to stone when she realized that what he was saying matched up with her memories perfectly. Ignoring it, she flexed her arms to relieve the numbness creeping in and realized something else was off. “Where are my wounds? I feel no pain at all.”

          “Jashin-sama kept you unconscious for two days while I healed your body. Took a hell of a lot of fresh blood, too.”

          “What do you mean?” She didn't want to ask, but it was out before she could stop herself.

Leaving her side, he moved to where he set the candle down on the floor. Her attention on the light revealed a ring of them in a ten foot circle on the floor. One by one he lit them, and as the light grew stronger white chalk lines beneath her feet caught her attention. Her heart jumped in her throat as she realized she was standing in the center of Jashin’s symbol, the same one he wore around his neck. There were bloodstains on the stone, both fresh and old. He walked behind her and started freeing the manacles from the chains that held her wrists, the heavy chains that had held her upright swinging away into the darkness. This, more than anything, scared her.

“What are you doing?”

          He smirked as he lowered her arms and moved back within her field of vision, both of her wrists firmly in his hold. “We have to complete the ritual. You'll die as soon as you step out of the circle if we don't.”

          At the apprehensive expression on her face he leaned into her, his nose almost touching hers. “Don't worry so much. I didn't spend the last two days staring at that beautiful body of yours only to destroy it now.”

          She wasn't sure whether to feel flattered or repulsed, but she didn't have time to dwell on it because he was moving again. With gentle pressure he guided her hands toward the floor until she had to either bend her knees and obligingly lower herself or topple on her face. He gave her an approving nod when she complied. Turning one of her hands free he shackled the other to an eyelet that was embedded in the stone two and a half feet in front of her. Of course she tried to hit him, but he caught her fist without even looking, and tethered it to a second eyelet.

          If being spread-eagle, chained and naked was awkward, then being on her hands and knees, chained and naked was horrendous. Her backside was completely exposed, and an undeserved shame flooded her face with heat. The strong smell of blood drifted up to her nose, reminding her of the red pool of lost life beneath her. She fervently wished for darkness to envelop the room again. No matter how unnerved she had been at not being able to see, this was worse. Turning her head as he approached her from behind, she swallowed hard, trying to think of anything she could to stall him.

          “Hidan, if I was dead, then why would you go through all of the trouble of saving me? You could have just left me there.”

          He stared at her as if she had just said something insanely stupid, then burst out laughing, the high pitched sound echoing across the room.

          “... save you? Seriously, I didn't fucking save you. There was just no way in hell I was letting you go after you knew what it was like to want to die. You have no idea what a kick to the face that would have been. Now relax.”

          Sakura turned her head away at his retort, trying to ignore the sting of the mocking words. A loud crack sounded in the air as Hidan’s hand came down on her ass hard. She jumped and yelped, then turned her head back to glare at him as the heat and pain from the blow rolled over her. She jumped again when she felt his finger slide into her. After coating it with her juices he smeared it over the reddening skin of her bottom. It was surprisingly soothing until his hand came down again. The moisture made the next blow hurt twice as badly. He thrust two fingers into her this time, murmuring encouragement to her as he coated himself before massaging the area he had smacked.

          Sakura turned away and braced herself for a third blow in the same area, gritting her teeth and holding her head down like a plow horse straining to climb a hill. Instead, Hidan moved to the other side, rubbing the untouched flesh of her butt before rearing his hand back and landing another stinging smack that made her wince. The second blow made her cry out, but as he thrust his fingers inside her she moaned and her inner walls clenched him tightly.

          He paused at what she assumed was her threshold, but she wasn't sure; she was feeling increasingly dizzy and shaky from the pain. She wondered if there was anywhere on her ass that wasn’t a glowing mass of hand prints by now and where he planned on moving to next or if he was done. A surprised squeak erupted from her when his hand came down on the back of her thigh, just below her ass. He couldn’t deliver quite as powerful a blow at the angle he needed to reach her, but he also didn’t need to. The flesh at the top of her legs was far more sensitive. The first couple of whacks were endurable, but before long tears were brimming in her closed eyes.

          That's when the first tremor overcame her tired arms. With her eyes still clamped shut, she reached for the stab of pleasure through the numbing haze of pain and held onto it as long as she could. It ebbed just as Hidan thrust his fingers into her again, renewing the sensation. It was more intense, overriding the blow that followed. Her thighs shook under the force of the impending orgasm that was denied her twice, and her fingers dug into the unforgiving stone beneath her hands. She was so focused on the overwhelming sensations flooding her that she never noticed that he had stopped hitting her altogether.

          A hand on her chin broke her out of her reverie and she looked up at him. Hidan was squatting down in front of her, necklace dangling between them as he searched her eyes. She had been close that time, so close. She damned him with her hungry eyes as rage flooded every corner of her soul. She wanted to kill him as much as she wanted to force him to bring her release. Evidently satisfied with what he found he smiled at her, not the taunting grin he usually wore or the sarcastic smirk she had seen before, but a genuine smile of pleasure.

          “Now, that’s better.”

          He moved away from her then, unhooking first one hand then another. Keeping her wrists under his control, he lifted her up on her feet. She wasn't up long, though, as he leaned into her, pushing her backward until she went to her knees to keep from falling. He lay her on her back, the cold of the stone a pleasant shock to her abused bottom. He chained her to another set of eyelets before he straddled her torso, his knees firmly planted against her ribs. She watched as he slid a hand into his pants, pulling out his penis. It was fully erect, and obvious that he had really enjoyed everything they had done so far.

          He stopped and stared down at her, his eyes sliding over her face before moving to linger on her breasts, nipples erect as they moved in time with her heavy breaths. “Do you know what you look like right now?” he asked her.

          She raised an eyebrow in question, not daring to verbalize any answer.

          He answered silence with silence, and continued to stare at her chest, a lecherous grin slowly spreading across his face.

          Pressing her breasts together with both palms, he slid against her, a groan escaping his lips at the feel of her silky skin surrounding him. Rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he moved, he grinned as Sakura reciprocated his sounds of pleasure. She was lost to him now, the need raging through her quelling her resistance. She lay beneath him, eyes locked with his as he pleased himself with her body. Just when she thought he would explode, he stopped again. Standing, he removed his pants before he knelt over her again. His dark purple gaze locked on her as he placed both hands on either side of her head, catching her hair underneath. He stretched out over her before nudging her legs apart with his knees. She complied, anticipation making her growl up at him.

          He thrust into her roughly, burying himself to the hilt in her slick heat. All at once she convulsed and screamed, her orgasm coming hard. Her hair was pulled as she tried to lift her head, the pain lost in her wave of ecstasy. Hidan groaned and threw his head back, forcing himself to stay immobile as her body pulsed madly around him.

          The symbol beneath them began to glow as black chakra swirled up from the floor. Sakura felt it invading her body, seeping into her chakra points and forcing her even higher. She absorbed the energy like a sponge, her own still strangely absent. It filled her with a liquid fire that roared through her, making her feel more alive than she ever had in her life. Hidan began to move again, in a fast rhythm that pierced her to her very core. It gave her no respite, building her back up as soon as she plummeted downward. Sakura came again as Hidan shouted from the force of his own release, his rough voice echoing in the room.

          Panting for breath, she glanced up at his face. For a brief second the anger that clouded his eyes melted away and she could see the soul-deep pain and vulnerability beneath. Then his lids lowered and he kissed her. It was the first time during their encounter that his lips had met hers. She had expected his kiss to be as aggressive as the rest of his actions, but it was the exact opposite. He kissed her as if he could touch her soul, claim it for his own. He gently nipped her lips to part them before delving deeper. In spite of it all she felt herself responding to him in a different way, allowing him in. He seemed to come to his senses when she kissed him back, and pulled away from her. His eyes were reflections of death again, his mouth set in a grim line as he stared down at her.

          “There, it's done.” he whispered in what she swore was a hollow, regretful tone.

          “You should have just let me die.” she said, turning her head away from him. “What point was there in killing other people just to keep me alive?”

          He smirked at her before cupping her face in his hand and forcing her to look at him, his thumb sliding over her lips. “I didn't. The blood is mine. Days and days of it.”

          A little shocked at his confession, she stared up at him. Hidan reached down and pulled the pins from her shackles before moving off of her and to the far side of the room where a small table and a couple of chairs stood in the flickering darkness beyond. Glittering green eyes followed his every movement as he flopped down and closed his eyes, uncaring that he was still naked. Despite everything he had done to her, she could help the pang of sympathy that welled up in her. It was tempered with her anger, her indignation, but it was still there.

          Sakura sat up slowly, rubbing life back into her numb limbs. She ignored the fact that the blood she was lying in mingled with the sweat to coat her skin. Climbing to her feet, she glanced down to see the symbol on the floor had disappeared, leaving only blood and bare stone in the candlelight. She took a tentative step forward, then another, until she was standing on the other side of the candles. Her body relaxed when nothing happened to her, and her gaze moved to the man across the room. Approaching him cautiously, Sakura watched as he cracked an eyelid to regard her. She kept her face neutral, edging nearer.

          “What are you doing?” he asked her. “You should be long gone by now.”

          “Revenge.” she stated coolly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

          “Revenge?”

          “That's right. You kept me alive because I wanted to die. I get why now. So, I'm not leaving until you know what it's like to want to live.”

          She was on him before he could blink, pushing him down with a surprising amount of strength and kneeling between his legs. He allowed it, eyes on her and an amused tilt to his mouth. Of course he knew she was no danger to him; without any weapons there was nothing she could do to either disable or kill him.

          But that was where the violence ended. Stretching herself out over him, she let her weight fall on him, her face turning into his neck. He tensed, expecting her to attack, but she merely pressed her lips against the pulsing artery beneath. She rubbed up and down his body like a cat in heat, sliding her slick skin along his, their sweat mingling. Then her tongue was on his chest and his mind went out the window. He watched as she lapped the salty moisture from the soft ridges of muscle on his stomach as she traveled downward, the feeling making his eyes want to roll back in his head.

          When she stood up and threw a leg over his, he grabbed her by the hips and bent his knee, pressing his thigh against her raw core. Her lips parted at the sudden friction and a mewl of ecstasy escaped. She grabbed his shoulders and ground against him, her mouth crashing on his as she kissed him fervently. He moved in time with her, pressing against her harder as his tongue invaded her mouth. She suddenly went rigid as she found her release, throwing her head back and straining against him with everything she had.

          He grinned at her and she returned it with a savage smirk before turning her attention to his new erection. Sakura slid off his leg until she was kneeling between his knees. She kissed his stomach, trailing her tongue over the ridges of muscle before drifting lower and a curse of anticipation escaped Hidan’s lips. But instead of taking him in her beautiful mouth she continued to tease him, running her tongue along the inside of his thigh. Her hair brushed over his cock, and he had to resist the urge to grab her by those tangled, unruly strands and force her to him. The more patient he was the greater the pleasure would be when she finally relented to his murmured pleas. Then her hand was on the base and...

          Sweet fucking Jashin-sama, at last!

          Her mouth was liquid fire as she surrounded him. She didn't lick and tease him like he thought she would, but took him all at once, the pressure and the wet heat driving him into a frenzy as he hit the back of her throat. Hidan groaned heavily, his hands finding her hair and clenching into fists. He held on tightly as his hips began to thrust upward of their own accord. The pace was fast and he felt his whole body start to tremor as she drew on him. Her teeth lightly scraped him twice, the sensation nearly making him cum right then. Unable to handle anymore, he forced her still and she let him go. Pulling her up by her head, he drew her into his lap and buried himself inside her, his arms wrapping around her slender back to hold her tightly against him. She rode him hard and fast, fingers clenched on the back of the chair, her forehead pressed against his as they moved together.

          Hidan allowed his eyes to close as his body sought a deeper place within her. Now freed, his little demoness would most likely tear him apart as soon as her carnal need was sated, but the knowledge of it only drove him toward his peak faster. When it came he opened his mouth to yell to the heavens, but the sensations sweeping over him choked the sound in his throat and he stiffened soundlessly, his seed spilling into her in a hot burst. She clutched at him and came with him, her short nails digging into his shoulders as if she were wielding daggers.

          They both fell silent and still as they recovered, the only sound in the room their mutual breathing. She let her head rest on his shoulder, a small sigh escaping her lips as her warm breath washed over his cooling skin. Hidan stiffened, unused to this kind of contact. It was then he realized that he might be in danger of actually liking the kunoichi in his lap. She had been pretty damn brave to do what she just did, as well as slightly insane. Most people would have either cowered, tried to fight him, or ran. He had to begrudge her some respect for that. Then he quickly felt like he might suffocate, and searched for something to distract her with.

          His gaze landed on the bare table as an idea came to him. “You must be hungry after all that.”

          “Starved, actually.” she replied against his skin.

          “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

          Hidan untangled himself from her and left the room. Sakura sat in the chair he had just vacated, and for a few blissful moments she let herself just be. But then the inevitable guilt started creeping around the corners of her peace.

          “What the hell did I just do?” she whispered to the spluttering candles across the room.

          They gave no answer and the silent darkness began to press in on her until Hidan returned to the room with a black bowl mounded with strawberries.

She watched with a raised eyebrow as he sat it on the table, plucked one from the pile and rubbed his head over it, smearing the fruit with his semen. He gripped her chin and tilted her head up, bringing the strawberry to her lips.

          “What are you doing?” she asked between clenched teeth.

           He leaned forward and grinned, but it faded and he stood there for a moment before he said seriously, “I want you to remember how I taste.”

          She locked eyes with him a moment before tentatively accepting the fruit from his fingers. He watched with smug satisfaction as she ate another strawberry out of his hand. He groaned as she took his fingers in her mouth one by one and sucked the juice from them. Then he pressed her backward until she was sprawled on the chair. Taking another one from the bowl, he slid it along her core, coating it with her juices before lifting it to his lips. He watched her watching him as he ate the fruit, then did it again.

           He took turns feeding them until the bowl was empty. Once that was done he moved away from her, the taste of her mixed with the strawberries still heavy on his lips. He retrieved his pants and put them on, then went into the other room to get the things he'd stripped from her when he brought her in. She was where he left her, sitting in the chair. She watched him as he approached, and he couldn't help but smile. She might have been ready to die before, but there was life in her eyes now.

           Sakura was surprised when he came back with her belongings. She had fully expected these to be her last moments on earth, so it came as a surprise when he opened the cuffs around her wrists and ankles and thrust her clothes and weapons at her. He was actually going to let her go. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, she accepted her things and dressed quickly. When she was finished she met his gaze and started to speak when he held up a hand to stop her.

          “You aren’t going to pull any squishy shit on me right now, are you?”

          She had the grace to look thoroughly offended. “What? Hell no, I’m not getting all squishy! What, did you think one lay and I’d start getting all starry-eyed on you? I’m a damned kunoichi; the only happily ever after we do is living to see retirement.”

           “How's that working out for you?” he taunted.

          She tried to punch him, and he laughed as he easily caught her fist.

          Her fiery temper pleased him and he shot back with “Well that's good, cuz I don’t wanna see any fucking waterworks when you leave. I hate that shit.”

          She drew her hand away, and they stood there for a minute just staring at each other. When the silence started to become awkward, Sakura shifted her weight and averted her eyes.

          “So, we’re just even then?” she asked.

          “We’re even.” he agreed.

          He grabbed his cloak and scythe from where they had lain unnoticed until now and led her to the door of the temple where they would part ways. He didn't bother to hide the location of this place from her; it would be years before he would set foot inside it again. Pushing open the blackened oak door, he allowed her to pass in front of him and into the thickly forested outside. She started to leave when he grabbed her by the arm, but it was she who initiated their final kiss, crushing up against him as she met his lips passionately. Their hands were clasped tightly together to keep the other from using the distraction as an opportunity to attack.

          She sauntered away without so much as a goodbye a moment later and he watched her leave with narrowed eyes and a devilish smirk on his face before he disappeared into the foliage, heading in the opposite direction.
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