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Tales From A Linen Closet	By : Onileo Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2472 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Immortal Pleasure

     Hidan raised his pike high into the air, ready to strike. The man kneeling on the ground before him stared, frozen in fear, eyes wide with pain. Laughing maniacally, Hidan plunged the cold metal into his own heart. A scream erupted from Jashin's latest sacrifice. Falling forward, a dull thud sounded and the man lay on his face, dead. Grinning, Hidan waited for the pain of his victim to start coursing through his body. That sweet and terrible rush of death that insured his immortality. A few seconds passed before he realized that nothing was happening.
     Pulling the pike back out of his chest, Hidan stood there, puzzled. His transformation began receding, and in moments he was back to his normal self. The ritual was complete. So what happened to the pain? He had done everything just right. Every step was completed perfectly, so why had he felt nothing at all? Looking around, he noticed that the grass was starting to green considerably and small flowers were scattered around the terrain.
     "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, kicking the body before him. It must be the first day of spring. That meant it was time to perform that ritual. The one requirement that Jashin-sama demanded that was a total pain in his ass. In order to maintain the link between himself and his sacrifices, once a year he had to find someone and drive them across the line between pleasure and pain. A divine sort of torture that tested both his restraint and stamina. Only then could he continue to experience his sacrifices' death and the rush that followed it.
     Not that he could complain too much. The easiest way to do that was with sex. After all, an orgasm wasn't called the 'little death' for nothing. The only problem was, in his line of work, willing girls didn't come along too often. The only one in the Akatsuki was Konan, and he was pretty sure that Pein would highly object to turning her over for the ritual. He couldn't pay for a woman either. Using prostitutes was strictly forbidden. They had to be willing and free.
     Swearing up a storm, Hidan headed back to the base to tell Zetsu his meal was waiting for him. He also needed to talk to Pein about getting some time off so he could go complete the ritual. As he walked, he went over the short list of candidates he knew of. But the more he thought on it, the gloomier his prospects became. The wind was blowing slightly, and as he passed by a blooming cherry tree, it picked up, sweeping the delicate petals off the limbs and across his path. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the pale pink heralds of new life.
     That was it! On his last mission, he had met a fiery little kunoichi from Konoha with light pink hair. By a strange twist of fate, they had wound up in a closet together at a hot springs resort. She had threatened to kill him and he had kissed her. More surprising than that was the fact that she had kissed him back. She had seemed willing to do more, if the circumstances would have allowed it. She would work perfectly. All he had to do was find her again.
     When he reached the base, he unsealed the door and stepped inside. As usual, his kitten, Demon, was waiting there to greet him. The little orange ball of fluff stared at him momentarily before jumping up and landing in his usual spot on his shoulder. Curling up, he settled down and started purring madly. Hidan had no clue why the damn thing liked him so much. He never petted or played with it, but it was his constant companion whenever he was at the base.
     Heading toward the stairs, Hidan climbed them until he reached Pein's private domain on the third floor. Without bothering to knock, he threw open the door and walked inside. Pein was sitting at his desk, Konan perched beside him. Zetsu was standing in the middle of the room, talking about something when the banging door interrupted what he was saying. Three pairs of eyes turned his way, each one with a varying shade of dismay. Pein looked downright pissed. Sauntering over to Zetsu, Hidan gave him a nod and turned to look at his leader.
     "Pein, I need a couple of days off." he demanded.
     "You need to knock before you barge in here, Hidan." Pein said, ignoring his request. Demon shifted slightly on Hidan's shoulder and glared at Pein with his brilliant green eyes. He was the only one other than Hidan that the kitten didn't hiss at every time he saw them.
     "What the fuck ever. I need to leave for a couple of days." he said.
     "Why?"
     Amethyst eyes shifted away uncomfortably for a moment, then locked gazes with the swirling silver of the Rinnegan. "It's for religious reasons." he replied seriously.
     Pein shook his head. "If it were anyone else, I would think they were just trying to duck out on doing a mission. Is it that important?"
     "Of course it's fucking important! It's for Jashin-sama!" Hidan yelled. Pein glared at him and Konan rolled her eyes at his dramatics.
     "Fine. I didn't have anything for you to do right now anyway. But your ass had better be back here in four days. Now get out of my sight. Zetsu and I were in the middle of something." Pein said angrily.
     Hidan turned and left without saying anything else, slamming the door behind him. He was halfway down the hallway when he remembered he hadn't told Zetsu about the body that needed to be taken care of. Turning back, he threw open the door once more and peered into the room, earning him more hostile glares.
     "Zetsu, I left you a little gift about a mile north of the village. You can fucking thank me later." he said to the plant man, who had just started talking when the door had opened a second time.
     "Out!" Pein yelled.
     Giving him an unrepentant smile, Hidan slammed the door shut again and headed back down the stairs. He stopped off at the kitchen long enough to grab something to eat. A half hour later, he dropped Demon on the floor, tossing him the leftovers. The cat twitched his tail before pouncing on it greedily. Now without his passenger, Hidan hoisted his scythe over his shoulder and headed back out the door.

     Sakura shouldered open the door to her apartment, arms loaded down with groceries and made her way wearily to the kitchen. Setting everything down, she started putting her things away. It had been a rough day and she really needed some rest. She had returned from a mission that morning and had to spend the rest of the day working at the hospital. There had been a viral epidemic in the village and Tsunade had needed her help immediately.
     Grabbing a glass of juice, she plopped down on her couch and stared out the window. It was still a couple of hours until sunset, but she was already ready for bed. Maybe a good night's sleep would make her feel better. Finishing off her drink, she sighed and went to take a shower. Tomorrow would be another long day and she was so not looking forward to it.
     Turning the shower head on, Sakura adjusted the water until it was almost too hot to stand. Stripping quickly, she stepped under the spray, turned her back to it, and let the heat relax her tired muscles. As she washed off, her mind began to wander to her last mission. She and the other kunoichi from Konoha had gone on a training mission to a nearby daimyo's mansion. The lady of the house there was an ex-ninja who had married the daimyo after an injury forced her to retire.
     Having a unique perspective on both civilian and ninja life, she invited the girls to the mansion to hone their undercover skills. They spent three days learning all the ins and outs of a noble lady's life. It had been quite fun, and on the way back, Kakashi, who was supervising the mission, treated them to a night at a hot springs resort.
     Boy, was that an evening she would never forget. When they arrived, Ino had convinced them all they needed to unwind at the bar. An hour and several drinks later, Sakura was so unwound that she was very, very drunk. Then there was the closet incident. A blush stained her cheeks as she thought about what happened. She had wandered into a linen closet on the way back to her room, completely by accident, and ran into a guy who, for some reason, had been hiding in there.
     She never did find out who he was, but he had definitely been a ninja, because he had her caught before she even knew he was there. She could still feel his hand around her neck as he drug her close to him. After threatening to kill him if he didn't let her go, he did one of the gutsiest thing she had ever seen. Leaning into the kunai she had pressed to his pulse, he had pulled her to him and kissed her. And it had been amazing. She ghosted her fingers over her lips as she thought about the hungry way his mouth demanded more and more until she had been gasping.
     Blush deepening to crimson, Sakura pushed the thoughts out of her mind. They were causing disturbing reactions in her body. Ignoring her racing pulse and fluttery stomach, she turned the water off and exited the shower. Drying off quickly, she dressed in her favorite pajamas, a jade camisole with matching shorts. Glancing in the mirror, she stuck her tongue out at the tired lines in her face and made her way into the bedroom. No one should have lines on their face at the age of twenty-one. She really needed a day off.
     She was halfway to her bed when an uneasy feeling made her freeze in her tracks. It almost felt as if she were being watched. Stilling her rapid breathing, she waited silently. When nothing happened, she gently let her chakra flare out, probing for any kind of disturbance. All that greeted her were the usual noises of a typical spring night in Konoha. Chalking her paranoia up to the effects of exhaustion, she climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin to keep away the chill of the cool night. It wasn't long before her eyelids drooped down and she was fast asleep.

     Amethyst eyes glowed softly in the darkness as Hidan stared down at the apartment building across the street. He had a good view of the kunoichi's bedroom window from where he sat on the roof of the building below him. A smug smile sprang to his lips as he watched her enter her bedroom and freeze like a terrified deer. She tried for several minutes to find the source of her unease, only to give up the vain attempt. So she was sensitive to his intentions, even if she didn't know he was there. Good.
     He watched her for nearly an hour as she slept. When he was sure she wouldn't wake before he wanted her to, he stood. In one agile leap, he landed on her window ledge. A gentle push with his chakra and it was unlocked. Sliding the frame silently open, he glanced around one last time before stepping into the darkness of her room. Konoha really should work on its security. It had been almost child's play to infiltrate the village and locate the girl's whereabouts.
     Detaching his scythe from its cable, Hidan set it down in an empty corner. Turning to the bed, he studied the girl up close. Her pink locks took on an almost bluish tone in the semi-darkness. Full lips were turned down in a small frown as she slept. Long lashes swept her cheeks as her eyes moved beneath the lids. She was dreaming already. He recalled from the bar at the resort that her eyes were a brilliant shade of green. She was an exotic sort of beautiful, and Hidan felt his blood quicken as he remembered how fierce she was.
     Unhooking the two clasps that kept his cloak on, he lowered his arms and let the garment pool at his feet. Pulling his medallion from his neck, he dangled it inches from the sleeping kunoichi's forehead. Reverently, he closed his eyes. "Jashin-sama, let this joining of flesh, blood and pain please you and fulfill your needs. Let it bring balance to the slaughter that you endear so that I may continue in your service for eternity." Hidan prayed almost silently, his lips barely uttering the words as they moved.
     Opening his eyes, he pulled his hand back, kissed the cooling metal of his amulet before replacing it around his neck. Removing his black sandals, he sat on the edge of her mattress. She never even stirred. Either she was very tired, or the heaviest sleeper he had ever seen. Leaning over, he inhaled her scent. It was sweet, the smell of woman mixed with the dampness of her recent shower. Now, how to go about convincing her...

     "Hey, wake the fuck up already."
     Sakura's eyes snapped open at the sound of the strange voice. She tried to sit up, but was stopped by a weight settling on her stomach and hands grabbing her wrists, pinning her in place on her bed. Panic swept over her and she started struggling. She was just about to add chakra to her muscles to aid her escape when his voice made her freeze.
     "Shit, knock it off. I'm not going to hurt you."
     There was something familiar about that voice. But her mind was still sluggish from sleep and she couldn't see his face at all in the darkened room. Maybe if she kept him talking she would have time to figure out who he was and just how dangerous a situation she was in. "I can't tell." she hissed, trying to tug her arms free. "Who are you and what are you doing in my room?"
     She got the distinct impression that he was grinning at her. "You don't remember me? I'm hurt." he said in a mocking tone. "Maybe you need a little reminder."
     He leaned over her, and she started struggling again. He could kill her at any given moment, and she was nearly helpless to stop it. If only she could get one of her hands free, she could reach the kunai that was tucked under the edge of her mattress. She nearly had his grip loosened when his mouth found hers and he hungrily kissed her. Her eyes widened before narrowing in anger. There was no way he was getting away with that. And if he thought to take advantage of her, he was sadly mistaken. Opening her mouth, she grabbed his lower lip and bit down hard. Hissing in pain, he broke off the kiss and lifted his head.
     "I'll kill you for that." Sakura growled at him, voice dripping venom.
     "Like I said before, bitch, that's impossible." his voice was thick and low, almost as if he had enjoyed it when she bit him. But it had to have hurt, she had bit him hard enough to draw blood. She could taste the metallic tang of it on her lips. She waited for him to do something else, but he seemed content to sit there quietly, pinning her down in the dark.
     Finally, her brain caught up with her and she gasped in recognition. The rough kiss and even rougher language, the silky voice, and the face she didn't know because she had never seen it. It had to be him. The ninja from the resort.
     "You..." she whispered, almost in amazement. How ironic that she had just been thinking about him before she fell asleep. Maybe she was still asleep and this was one intense dream.
     "About damn time." he said. "Seriously, I was beginning to think you were slow or something."
     Sakura glared at his form, silhouetted in the blackness of her room. "What are you doing here?" she asked sternly. Just because she figured out how she knew him did not make her situation any less dangerous. And she wished he would just get off of her already. The position they were in on her bed was eliciting some unexpected reactions in her body. Her racing heart and flushed face she could blame on the intensity of the moment, but the heaviness settling below her stomach was the result of something else entirely.
     "Oh, I was just thinking about our last meeting the other day and since I was in town, I figured I'd drop by and see if you were just as peachy as I am." he answered with a hint of sarcasm.
     Sakura nearly rolled her eyes. Her panic had died away and now she was just trying to think of a way to regain control of this situation. But his weight shifting over her kept her distracted and not much was coming to mind. "I highly doubt it. Why are you really here?" she asked.
     "Fine." he said. Leaning forward again, he let his breath trail across her neck as his lips neared her ear. Soft hair lightly brushed her chin and her chest was sandwiched between the mattress and a very muscular, very bare chest. Her body was working overtime and she couldn't stop the little hitch in her breath when he whispered in her ear. "I'm here to fuck you."
     Her eyes widened as his words registered, then thought was lost as his tongue flicked out and traced the shell of her ear. Dropping slightly lower, he traced a pattern on the sensitive skin there just before trailing along her jawline, toward her chin. When he reached the apex of his path, he abruptly changed direction without breaking contact, and headed toward her lips.
     Pushing her hands above her head, he hesitated just before he slid his tongue along the seam of her lips. Sakura blushed as her breasts made full contact with his hard chest. She could feel everything through the thin material of her camisole. Her attention was returned to his face when his tongue withdrew and he leaned closer to kiss her softly. This time when his lips met hers, it was slow and unhurried, not hungry or demanding like the first time they kissed. This was a kiss meant to seduce.
     And Kami help her, it was working. The heaviness that had started in her stomach had increased to a full blown ache and had spread lower. Her breasts were becoming more sensitive to the continued contact and her heart was thumping in earnest now. Against her will, her tense muscles began to relax. Even Inner Sakura was rebelling under his touch, sighing contently in her head.
     Exhaling in defeat, Sakura stopped fighting him altogether and kissed him back. Her memory had served her well. He was as good a kisser as she recalled. His tongue emerged once again, tracing her lips, and pushing gently at her mouth, demanding entrance. Opening up to him, she nearly moaned as he began expertly stroking her tongue with his own. Closing her eyes, she gave in to the wave of feeling that swept over her.
     Hidan could have smirked when he felt her surrender to him. It would seem that he had made a great choice for his ritual. She was willing and very responsive to him. A little more work and she would give herself over to him completely. There was only one thing that might possibly ruin the whole thing. And that was his response to her. It had been a year since he had been with a woman, but it had been decades since he could remember reacting this way.
     When she had bit his lip, forcing him to draw back, pain had lanced through the wound. It was almost intense enough to make him grunt under the force of it. But more importantly than that, the pain had been laced with pleasure. That was something he certainly hadn't been expecting. It had been ages since anything other than the sacrificial ritual brought him joy. Excitement coursed through him. He just hoped he could contain himself long enough to complete the ritual. She absolutely had to reach her threshold of feeling for it to work. Otherwise he would lose his immortality. Then he would be totally screwed.
     Breaking the kiss, Hidan shifted until most of his weight was on one side. Gripping both of her wrists in one hand, he let the free one glide down the inside of her bare arm, raising goosebumps and causing her breath to catch in her throat. When he reached her shoulder, he trailed his fingers up one side of her neck while he nuzzled the other side with his mouth.
     Sakura gasped as she felt her earlobe being drawn into his mouth. At the same time, his wandering hand found its way to her cheek and had cupped it, his thumb gently feathering across her smooth skin. Fire raced through her bloodstream and her breathing became ragged. She was utterly amazed. She had been with guys before, but none of them had even come close to eliciting the feelings she was having now. And she had no idea who this guy was or what he looked like!
     Needing to feel his lips on hers again, she turned her head towards his, pulling her ear away from his gentle sucking. Leaning into him, she pressed her lips to his. He indulged her for a few moments before pulling away and sitting up. The pressure on her wrists released and she found her hands free once again. He was still straddled across her hips, and at this angle she could feel his hard desire pressing against her stomach through the layers of their clothes.
     Hidan lightly brushed his fingers along the skin at the base of her neck. He traced her collarbone before dragging lower, towards her breasts. She hadn't moved her arms yet, even though they were now free, and she had nearly whimpered when he had pulled away from her. He could clearly see her need shining in her eyes, but he couldn't resist torturing her a little. Drawing his hands away, he placed them on either side of her head. Leaning forward, he stopped inches from her face. A smirk crossed his face as he spoke.
     "Well, bitch, do you want me to fuck you? Or should I just leave now?"
      Sakura swallowed hard. What should she do? If she had any common sense, she would tell him to leave, then beat the hell out of him as soon as he was off of her. But her body felt like it was on fire, begging her for some relief. And Inner Sakura wasn't much help either. She was practically purring, begging him to finish what he had started. But she didn't even know who he was.
     She gazed at his face. She could see more of him at this distance, even in the semi-dark. She could tell that his hair was light, either white or silver, and his eyes were dark, either a deep red or purple. He looked to be around her age, and from what she could tell, not all that bad looking.
     Acting before she could stop herself, she looked him straight in the eyes and nodded.

     A small wave of relief swept over Hidan when he saw her nod. She had accepted. Closing the gap between them, he claimed her lips, kissing her passionately. Her hands tentatively began moving, until she made contact with his hands, which were still planted on either side of her head. Lifting them slowly, she trailed her fingers up his arms, exploring his defined muscles until she reached his shoulders. Bringing them to rest on the ridge of his shoulder, she stilled, concentrating on tangling her tongue with his as they kissed.
     Breaking at last for air, Hidan pulled back a little. He gazed down at her, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath her shirt. Transfixed by the way her neckline revealed the uppermost curve of her breasts when she inhaled, he ran a single finger along the dividing jade path, stopping when he reached the slight valley in the middle. Sliding his hand down the silky fabric, he found the hem at the bottom, and repeated the process, running his finger just under the edge of the lacy material framing her pale skin.
     Sakura's breath hitched in her throat when he began touching her. Wherever he traced a path with his finger, chill bumps formed in his wake as her skin became more sensitive to the cool spring air. His touch was light, and Sakura found herself enjoying it immensely. Her blood was singing and her pulse was rapid. She had had other men, but never before had her body responded so quickly or so forcefully. Never before had she felt so ...alive.
     Slowly sliding down her body, Hidan nudged a knee between her thighs. She accommodated him, and as he settled on her bed, he let his mouth follow his hand. He placed warm, open mouthed kisses across her lower belly, nudging her shirt up as he went. When he reached the middle, he lazily swirled his tongue around her navel. Sakura released his shoulders and slowly pushed herself to a sitting position as he licked his way to her sternum. Raising his head, Hidan slid her shirt up over her head, dragging his palms up the sensitive flesh of her sides as he went.
     The moonlight coming from her window fell across her pale skin, and Hidan let his eyes wander over her taunt breasts, watching her nipples harden as the cool spring air teased her heated body. Her toned form beckoned to him and he couldn't help himself as he reached out to trace the curve of her breast before circling the peak. He smiled at her sharp intake of breath. Wanting to hear it again, he dropped his head and swept his tongue across her neglected nipple, earning him a soft moan.
     Placing a hand on her back, Hidan lowered her to the mattress. Following her down, he swirled his tongue around her nipple before drawing it into his mouth. Rolling one side between his thumb and finger, he lightly grazed the other with his teeth. Throwing her head back as a wave of heat spread through her body, Sakura arched into him. Needing an anchor, she wrapped her arms around his neck and fisted one hand in his soft hair. With the other she explored the back of his shoulders and neck, lightly tracing a raised scar that ran lengthways under the forehead protector tied to his neck.
    Deftly working the knot with one hand, Sakura loosened the tie and pulled the scrap of metal and cloth off of him and absently dropped it on the floor beside her bed. Her curiosity about his scar temporarily overrode everything else, including the wicked things he was doing to her body. How far did it go? What had happened to him? Replacing her fingers, she once again followed the scar around his neck until she hit upon warm metal. It was a beaded chain. Distracted from his scar, this new oddity caught her attention.
     Hidan released her and pulled back when she grasped the chain for his medallion. Wondering if she would know what it was, he allowed her to follow its length until she reached the heavy piece of metal resting on his chest. He watched her face as she traced the circumscribed triangle with one finger. He absently copied the pattern onto her bare stomach with his finger. She said nothing, but released the pendant and began exploring the planes of his chest.
     Hidan closed his eyes as her curious fingers traced his defined muscles. He nearly groaned as her touch set his skin ablaze, and he felt himself harden under the onslaught of feeling. This was almost as good as killing someone. If he didn't concentrate on getting the ritual completed, she would have him completely undone, and then he would be fucked, both literally and figuratively. Fortunately, she had unknowingly saved him a great deal of trouble when she bit him hard enough to make his lip bleed.
     With a wicked grin, he pulled one on her teasing hands from his torso. He brought her palm to his lips and gently kissed it before entwining his fingers with hers. He repeated the process with her other hand, and leaning down, he brought their hands to rest on either side of her head and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Swiping his tongue across her lower lip, he pulled it into his mouth and bit down hard. She gasped as his teeth pierced her tender flesh. He gently sucked on the wound, drawing her hot blood into his mouth and at the same time soothing the sting of his bite. He closed his eyes as the coppery taste hit his tongue. Lord, she tasted good.
     When he released her, she glared at him. "You bastard, that hurt like hell." she hissed.
     He gave her an unrepentant smile and licked his lips. "Not for long, my little spitfire. Soon you will forget all about it."
     She struggled against him as he closed in on her, but he had her firmly pinned beneath him and all she could do was wait as his mouth hovered a mere inch from her own. After a few minutes of her glaring and him doing nothing, she ceased fighting him. As soon as she submitted, his tongue flicked out of his mouth and he ran it gently over her swollen lips before he kissed her softly. He rocked forward, grinding into her core, letting her feel his desire as he kissed her again. She sighed as her treacherous body responded to him and she soon found herself kissing him back. Damn him for making her feel so good.
     His dark eyes bored into her jade orbs and he smirked at her. Once again, he had won their battle of wills. Releasing her hands, he lifted some of his weight off of her as he kissed his way down her chin. Blazing a path down her throat, he made his way once again to her breast. After kissing every inch of skin on her curvy bosom, he finally drew her nipple into his mouth, teasing the hard peak with his tongue until he had her moaning softly.
     Sakura's head grew light under the waves of pleasure coursing through her. It felt so good, but her body wanted more. She felt herself grow damp with her need and her body arched into his. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his thighs, she tried to draw him closer to her, needing him to relieve the ache that tortured her core and clawed hungrily at her belly. When he pulled away from her she whimpered at the loss until she felt his thumbs hook into the waist of her shorts.
     Slowly, Hidan drew her silky pajama bottoms down, dragging his fingers along her thighs as he did so. She was so ready for him, he could almost feel the desire rolling off of her hot skin. Pulling her shorts the rest of the way off, he casually tossed them in the floor. Sliding his palms up her smooth calves, he leaned down and kissed the inside of her thigh, swirling his tongue over her soft skin. Trailing higher, he felt her relax under his touch, her legs slowly opening for him as he made his way toward the center of her body.
     Sakura closed her eyes and lightly gripped her bedsheets. He halted his kisses at the very top of her thigh. Holding her breath in anticipation, she waited for him to touch her. He was so close, she could feel his breath on her overheated core. After a few moments of waiting, she slid her eyes open to see what he was doing. As soon as she did, his tongue swept over her, the sudden sensation making her gasp. Her hold tightened as a wave of pleasure swept through her body. He certainly knew how to wring every ounce of feeling out of her.
     Hidan pulled back and took a ragged breath. She was so responsive to his touch, and her taste was driving him wild. He wanted nothing more than to crawl up her luscious body and fuck her senseless. But that would come later, first he had a job to do. Using his index finger, he traced light circles down her cleft. She was very wet, and soon his finger was coated with her juice. Reaching her opening, he stroked her outer lips until she arched into his hand, wanting more.
     Sakura was panting hard now, her low moans morphing into indistinguishable mews as he stroked her. She arched into him again, her body moving of its own accord, tight and desperate for more contact. He placed his free hand on her lower stomach, bringing her back down, lightly pining her to the mattress. She almost cried out as he removed his finger, but it was caught in her throat when he touched her again, repeating the pattern of circles. This time when he caressed her, he slowly slid one finger inside her, and Sakura just knew she would die at any moment as a wave of ecstasy caught her blood on fire and made her heart pound.
     Hidan smirked as her inner muscles tried in vain to clamp down on his finger and draw him in. He moved painstakingly slow, stroking her walls, finding all the little spots that made her gasp and fight against his hold on her stomach. She was almost there. Leaning down, he swirled his tongue around her swollen button as he withdrew his finger to tease her opening once again. She whimpered at the loss of contact, and he responded by lightly biting down on her.
     Sakura bucked hard. She couldn't take any more. Every nerve ending was on fire and every time he touched her, the pleasure was almost painful. She would rather him stop and walk away, leaving both of them unsatisfied, than have him continue this torture on her body. Tears sprang to her eyes as she found her shaky voice.
     "P-please stop." she begged. "For Kami's sake, I can't take it anymore."
     Hidan drew away from her completely. He could tell she wanted to move, but every muscle in her body was so taunt from his attentions that she was nearly paralyzed. A sadistic smile crossed his face. "Kami? Kami has nothing to do with it." She followed his movements with her eyes as he quickly removed his pants. Crawling forward, he nudged her legs wide open as he hovered above her. Placing a chaste kiss on her forehead, he stared deep into her eyes.
     "Now, scream for me, in the name of Jashin." With that, he thrust into her hard, burying himself to the hilt.
     Scream she did. Her eyes widened a moment at the shock of his invasion before the sound was tore from her throat. Her mind fragmented as her orgasm ripped through her body. Writhing beneath him, she came harder than she ever had before in her entire life. Then the world fell away, and she was floating in a sea of ecstasy. She thought she might be lost like that forever, until a gentle kiss brought her back to reality. Opening her eyes, she found herself staring into a pair of dark violet orbs.
     Hidan leaned forward and kissed her again hungrily. She had looked so beautiful when she came for him, eyes wide and mouth open as she screamed. And when her muscles clamped down on him, she was so tight it almost hurt. As her body began relaxing, he started to move within her, picking up a slow, unhurried rhythm. She felt so good, he wasn't inclined to do anything else for a while, just rock into her sweet body as small tremors ran through her, enhancing his pleasure.
     Sakura groaned as she felt her body begin to respond to the friction he was creating within her. Even after her earth shattering orgasm, she still craved more. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she wrapped her legs around his thighs, pulling him closer. She heard a moan escape from his lips an instant before they came crashing down on her own, kissing her greedily. His strokes increased in tempo, and the intensity of his thrusts soon had her body humming once more.
     Hidan groaned deeply into her mouth, his lithe tongue matching the strokes of his body perfectly. He felt himself swell as her body once again tightened under him. At this rate, neither one of them would last much longer. Bracing one hand on the bed, he lifted her hips with the other, burying himself as far as he could go. Breaking their kiss, she cried out and threw her head back as the first wave of her second orgasm swept over her. Her muscles clamped down on him hard, and he suddenly lost control. Hidan thrust into her helplessly, crying out as he came, spilling his hot seed deep inside her.
     Lowering her hips back to the mattress, Hidan rested his head on her chest, completely spent. Reaching up, Sakura lightly stroked his hair with trembling fingers. They lay entwined like that for several minutes before he rolled off of her with a heavy groan. They both lay flat on their backs, still panting, letting the spring air from the open window cool their overheated bodies. Sakura chilled first, and she rolled toward him, curling into the warmth of his chest. He pulled her comforter over her, and wrapped an arm around her.
     He held her silently, watching her until her eyelids started drooping downward. In a few minutes she would be asleep. He would have loved to stayed, he was exhausted, but he reminded himself that that would probably end up quite badly. He was in enemy territory with a deadly kunoichi that would no doubt try to kill him under any other circumstances. Kissing her soft lips one last time, he sat up. Her eyes fluttered open, and she grabbed his arm gently.
     "Aren't you going to stay?" she asked, her voice already sounding sleepy.
     He grinned at her. "That was fucking awesome, but I have to leave. Go back to sleep."
     Sakura watched as he crawled across her and got out of her bed. He pulled his pants and shoes on first, then picked up a large garment that she hadn't seen earlier and wrapped it around his shoulders. Turning away from her, she heard him pick up something with a heavy sound and hoist it onto his shoulder. As he made his way toward the window, the moonlight penetrated the darkness and gave her her first look at her lover.
     Her eyes widened in shock and recognition. The first thing she saw was the black cloak with red clouds. Akatsuki. The second was the deadly glint of the scythe he carried. Then her mind started working at a fast pace, putting the rest of the pieces together. He had mentioned Jashin while they were together. There was only one known Jashinist in the Akatsuki, and what little Sakura knew about the man before her matched his description perfectly.
     "Hidan..." she said breathily, half in awe, half in terror. He turned to look at her just as he reached the open window. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, as if it didn't bother him in the least that she knew who he was. Before she realized she had said it, the words were out of her mouth. "Will I see you again?"
     He smirked. "Maybe next year. If I don't fucking kill you first." With that he was gone.
     'Oh. My. God.' Sakura rolled back onto her back and stared at the ceiling. What had she just done? Inner Sakura smiled at her smugly. She had just had the most incredible sex ever with the Grim Reaper of the Akatsuki. That's what she had done. What a stupid, reckless, insane thing to do, she chided herself. If anyone ever found out about it, she would be in deep trouble. Well, she would just have to make sure no one found out. Ever.
     Glancing at her alarm clock, she sighed. It was already two in the morning. She had to be up at six and at the hospital by seven. She was going to be exhausted tomorrow. Rolling over on her side, she closed her eyes. It was no good. As tired as her body was, her mind wouldn't let her rest. Every time she tried, his image popped into her head. And even though she tried to be angry at herself, she couldn't help the small smile that crept to her lips.
     Rolling onto her stomach, she buried her head in her pillow. Damn him for being so incredible. And sexy. She inhaled his scent that still clung to her sheets. And smelling so good. A blush crossed her cheeks as she remembered how good he felt as he rocked inside her, making her cry out. Closing her eyes, she gave up trying to forget and let the scene replay in her head. Moments later, she was fast asleep, a serene smile on her face.
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