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Unholy Communion	By : SakikuTorakak Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1367 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Hidan uses
Kakuzu to scratch his itch, but gets a bit of a surprise. PWP, Sounding
(urethral play), tentacles, D/s, bond, S/M
Warnings: Besides the
obvious already stated in the summary? Language. Hidan�s mouth is more than
foul. Religion. Hidan is, after all, a devout worshiper of a god of blood and
pain.
A/N: This is not
a companion piece to �Sounding�, not Hidan�s view of Kakuzu�s actions. Yes,
it was spawned by the same prompt, namely �Kakuzu/Hidan with thread*tacle
sounding�, and large parts were written nearly at the same time (which means
that there will be obvious parallels). However, it is a story of its own. So
please read and enjoy it as that.

Unholy
Communion

Hidan groaned deep in his
throat, his back arching as much as his bonds allowed. Another stab of pain,
another strand inserted smoothly beneath his skin.
How had that fucker Kakuzu
found out how much he got off on getting stitched together by those damned
threads of his?
He could feel his prick twitch
with every new stab, even though it should be anatomically impossible with the
way that fucker�s tentacles were squeezing off his package. �So that he didn�t
blow his load prematurely,� according to that godless heathen.
Bullshit, according to Hidan. Bastard
got off on seeing him reduced to a mindless humping puddle of instincts. And
not being able to blow one�s load when one needed to, went a great deal that
way for any hot-blooded male. Which Hidan prided himself on being.
How the hell was a man supposed
to come like this?
Well, he supposed that was the
whole point of things, but that didn�t mean he agreed with it. Especially not
that superior smirk on that ass�s face.
For now though, he was still
far from �mindless�, and he enjoyed proving that to the other. He struck as provocative
a pose as possible while suspended in mid-air. That fucker had wound his
threads around all four of his limbs, hoisting him up by his spread arms - his
feet were bound, too, but that was just to ensure he didn�t resort to kicking.
�You think that�s gonna make me
break? Feh, gotta do better than that, bastard.�
His only answer was a smirk and
a hand - a hand, not a thread! - twisting his left nipple viciously. Then one
of the threads plunged deep into his flesh towards the back of his ribcage, and
he couldn�t help another groan. Jashin, but that hurt.
It wasn�t that he liked being tied
up and forced to give up control. Kind of went against his identity of one of
the biggest baddest evils out there, priest to one fucking awesome God of Pain
and Suffering. The monster under the bed that children learned about while
still sucking their momma�s tits.
Bad-ass types like him just
weren�t into that kind of submissive shit.
But the fucker really knew what
he was doing, using those creepy-ass tentacles of his. Bastard had probably
practiced his technique for longer than Hidan was alive. He was older than dirt
anyway.
Whatever.
The only reason Hidan wasn�t up
and out of there, was the fucker�s talent for sniffing out things that gave him
mind-blowing orgasms.
Well, that and the several
loops of thread that were wrapped around his cock and limbs. He could
break them - which he probably should, just to show that godless heathen that
he shouldn�t assume Hidan�s compliance - but that would mean he�d be back to
jerking off tonight. Again.
So he writhed as much as his
bonds allowed and let his mouth run off with all the vulgarities he knew that
bastard hated. If he couldn�t escape, he could at least be irritating as hell.
Sadly, that little bit of
defiance was rendered moot, too, when one of the thicker threads forced itself
into his mouth, gagging him quite effectively. He gagged, too, both because of
the weird-ass taste and the way the thing nudged against the back of his
throat. And it had the audacity to wriggle every once in a while.
He growled and repeated his
litany of curses silently in his head.
If he knew how to make things
stick, he would have sacrificed that asshole to his God a long time ago, good
lay or not. But with those fucking threads of his, the heathen was just as
immortal as Hidan, and Hidan could have hacked away at himself until he turned
blue without anything significant happening. The fucker would have just pulled
himself together afterwards, and Jashin-sama would have remained unsatisfied.
He was jostled out of his
hateful musings by his limbs being manipulated into a new position.
Apparently, the bastard had
decided that his old position wasn�t good enough anymore. So threads contracted
and bent and elongated until Hidan�s arms had been forced behind his back and
his heels up to his ass. Two more tendrils ensured that he couldn�t close his thighs
even if he wanted to, making him kneel in mid-air like a two-bit whore. His
balls were strapped down securely, painful but not unbearable.
The other threads, those that
the bastard had sunk into his flesh, had made the transition, too. Every time
he breathed, he was reminded of their existence through their painful tugs at
his skin.
When he finally came to a halt
at about eye-level with the fucker, he was panting like a rabid dog and
thrusting his hips up and down as much as his bindings allowed. He bared his
teeth around his gag, knowing very well that it was only the thread tugging his
balls down and back that prevented him from shooting his spunk right then and
there.
Yeah, as he had already said.
Bastard was a fucker, but he was a damned good fucker.
He groaned and bit into his gag
as a hand came down to stroke his angry red prick. That asshole knew exactly
how to handle his meat. Tight to the point of pain, and a thumb pressing hard
into the weeping glans.
Before too much blood could
start pounding in his ears - because its insistent throb down south wasn�t
getting any closer to release - the fucker stopped again. Hidan didn�t care if
his whine was unmanly or not; it was a grunt anyway. And if that fucking
asshole didn�t start up again right now, he�d�
He didn�t know what he�d do,
because the bastard had managed to distract him with his threads again. A
slightly s-curved ending about ten inches long, was waving in his eye-mouth
region. He went almost cross-eyed trying to focus on it. It was quite thin,
less than half a pinky�s worth.
He drew a grimace. Was the
fucker going to try and stuff that up his nose or what?
Then his attention was drawn
back to his prick when the fucker grabbed it again. Instead of giving him a
proper hand-job though, that asshole merely held Hidan�s meat in one palm
without doing anything. His thumb and forefinger were squeezing the weeping
head, and Hidan had to admit it was an interesting sensation. It definitely had
potential; that is, if the fucker actually got around to moving, or whatever he
was planning.
But that bastard still wasn�t
doing anything.
At least Hidan thought so,
until he saw that s-shaped thread from before hovering near his cock. The ass
wasn�t planning to�
�Watch.� The fucker�s eyes
practically glowed with sadistic glee, which was kind of hard to discern
beneath the general creepiness of his pupil-less irises.
Hidan would have protested that
he couldn�t do anything but watch, trussed up like he was, but the fucker still
had him gagged. And before he could make any more obvious gestures of
annoyance, that bastard actually took the thread and plunged its tip into his
piss-slit.
Hidan froze.
All his muscles sprung into
sharp definition at the electric sensation. For several seconds, he didn�t even
breathe.
Not quite believing what the
other had just done, his eyes flew up to meet the fucker�s. And he hated the
knowing, superior look in them.
Then the godless heathen did
something, twisted the thread or stuffed it deeper into Hidan�s cock, and his
world exploded into colors.
It felt like he was trying to
come and piss at the same time, not that he could do either at the moment
thanks to his dick and balls being tied off. It was a burning stretch that
somehow nudged the flesh of his prick in the exact right way to send an equal
amount of pleasure through him. And he was so fucking sensitive down there that
lights went off when he did nothing but fucking breathe.
Afterwards, he didn�t know if
he had screamed or howled or made any other noise. But the sting in his sides
where he had torn a few stitches told him that he must have thrashed around
quite a bit. And, of course, the bastard�s self-satisfied smirk was enough of
an answer.
�Thought so.�
If his mind wasn�t trying to
survive the simple act of breathing, he probably would have gotten a lot more
angry. As it was, his attention was eaten up by the one hand holding his prick
steady, and the other one using the tendril to slowly root around the insides.
Gradually, more and more black
thread vanished into the purplish-red tip. The fucker�s hands were steady as
rock, when Hidan�s flesh was jerking and twitching like he was chained to a
live-wire socket. Good thing that those bindings holding him up were steady as
well, or he would have collapsed quite ungracefully at that bastard�s feet.
He was only peripherally aware
that he was close to hyperventilating, and that his every exhale was
accompanied by a moan.
For every millimeter that
vanished into his cock, new sensations exploded inside him. He suddenly felt
things in locations he hadn�t even known one could feel things. It was
mind-blowing, pushing him right to the brink of orgasm, but too new to actually
get to the last step and throw him over.
The worst thing was, it just
went on and on and on. Just how much did that asshole plan on stuffing
into him? It felt like he was already scraping against the inside of his teeth,
and the bastard was still pushing things. And his cock looked downright obscene
with the way the black thread erupted from his dark red flesh.
To distract himself a bit, he
started gnawing on his gag-tentacle. There was a damned good reason why the
bastard had never tried to fuck his mouth, because Hidan prided himself on
being quite a vicious biter. Asshole had learned his lesson very quickly, that
if he wanted to keep his precious little wienie intact, he�d better keep it
away from Hidan�s face. That had been a fun night.
But there was just something
about digging his teeth into things until his jaw ached. Something like a
primal hunger that demanded that he bite and chew, and he had never been one to
forgo such instincts.
As if that asshole had sensed
his mind wandering, he was suddenly torn back into his body by a sudden
explosion frying his nerves big-time. It felt like he had been sucker-punched
in the gut and electrified through his dick at the same time.
He wheezed, folding over until
he thought his arms were getting dislocated, teeth clenching reflexively on the
tentacle in his mouth. What the fuck? Threads were latching on to his head - he
had come too close to that fucker�s chest - and were bending his spine and
drawing his hair back, until he couldn�t help but stare at his own cock. Red,
angry, still being held by one deadly pale hand, still pissing black thread
that was being held by the other.
He almost missed the tiny flick
of the wrist that was supporting the thread, pushing it only minimally deeper.
What he didn�t miss though was the reaction that elicited from his body. Again,
all air was forced out of his lungs, his guts twitching and jerking. If he
wasn�t so crunched up already, he�d be convulsing inwards even more. As it was,
his back felt close to breaking, and his eyes whited out.
Holy god-damn motherfuckin� shit!
The bastard was so far inside that he was hitting his prostate!
When he could breathe again, he
realized he�d been forced back into his upright kneeling position. His abs were
still twitching, his panting rapid but shallow. Every shivering inhale moved
something inside him that was a pale but electrifying reminder of that sucker-punch
from before, until he felt like he was going mad.
The fucker was saying
something, but he didn�t listen. Couldn�t listen. Couldn�t see properly.
Couldn�t even muster the coordination to bite down on that goddamn wriggling
tentacle in his mouth.
What he did feel though was
when the bastard pulled at the thread in his dick. Felt like he was trying to piss
acid, combined with bladder stones. Just before it was all out though, the
fucker had the nerve to reverse the direction and push it inside again. Quite
ungently at that.
If he could have done anything
with the way painful stars were exploding in his vision, Hidan would have
happily gutted that motherfucking asshole and bathed in his entrails. And he
could feel that somewhere beyond his reach, his God was taking interest and
waiting for the entrails, too.
It took some time, but slowly
he was getting used to the sensation of something scraping in and out of his
dick. The raw friction was an acidic contrast to the cool hand holding him
steady, and for some reason he was still as hard as ever. Harder even. And he
couldn�t even put it down to the bastard�s version of a cockring, because he
realized that it was only his balls that were still tied off.
Apparently, his body knew what
was going on quite a bit better than himself. But amongst the increasing burn, another
feeling was starting to glow. It was arousal so deep and raw that it was more
pain than anything, and it blossomed through his dick into his guts and up his
spine until he had to throw back his head and scream to his God.
He strained wildly against his
bonds, trying to meet the hand for more, more of that acidic pleasure
that etched its way through him. His heart felt like it was trying to escape
his ribcage, and bursting stars replaced the suckerpunch feeling.
Slowly though he realized that
he was surrounded by mocking laughter, jeering at his mindless rut, and he used
his reflexive upwelling of anger to tug his mind back into reality. He saw the
way the heathen�s pupil-less eyes were smirking at him, entirely too satisfied.
That dissolved the haze he had sunk into even faster, until he was there and
sharp and grinding his teeth until they hurt.
Every slow twitch of the
fucker�s hands sent pleasure eating through his veins, and he hated it. Hated
it with every fiber of his body that was singing in pleasure. Hated how his flesh
was dancing to somebody else�s tune, and loved it at the same time. Because
throughout it all his God was watching, and he�d be damned if he didn�t suffer well
for his God.
Suddenly though, the threads
wrapped around his balls cinched even tighter and tugged down nastily. He
howled into his gag and glared at the bastard for all he was worth. Didn�t that
fucker already have him where he wanted? All but humping mindlessly into the
other�s touch?
When a set of tendrils nudged against
his asshole, he knew what the godless bastard was up to. Complete and utter
fucking domination.
Slowly, more and more threads
pushed inside, while all others stopped their stimulation. It felt creepy being
opened up like that, a multitude of tentacles wriggling inside like little
snakes. Dry, of course. But at least it was a familiar feeling, and he knew how
to deal with it. He relaxed as much as possible despite the acidic pleasure
inside his dick, waiting until the bastard was done.
Soon enough, the stretch
started to burn, and still more threads were pushing in. How much was that
fucker trying to stuff up there? He concentrated on the exhilarating feeling of
getting filled, while the uncertainty of when the bastard was going to stop
tingled inside his dick.
Eventually, when he thought he was
about to burst, the fucker finally restarted the action on other locations,
too.
A twitch of the tread in his
dick had him back at full attention, and the one in his mouth forced him to relax
his jaw and deep-throat, or get his teeth knocked out. He was almost too
distracted to realize the ones in his ass were drawing out again, but the
subsequent push inside was too hard to ignore.
He screamed.
Getting fucked roughly on all
three ends was starting to be a bit too much, even for him. Especially with that
mind-fuck extending down his dick and his God watching and waiting.
He was whining continuously
now, mindless in his search for release. Both the threads in his ass and the
one down his cock were hitting his prostate continually now, practically giving
him a dry orgasm every couple of seconds. He was twitching and convulsing as
his body jerked in its restraints, trying to fulfill an age-old instinct for
release.
Sweat dripped off him as he
flew apart into a thoughtless rut. Eyes to the ceiling, unseeing while at the
same time they saw his God, pupils blown so wide they swallowed the iris around
them, heart beating so fast it resembled a hummingbird�s. His mouth would be
gaping open if his throat wasn�t getting fucked by his gag. And his thighs
worked overtime, straining against his bonds to meet those thrusts before his
balls fell off from being abused so much.
It was heaven and hell at the
same time, with his God watching and hovering just outside his reach.
The splatter of wet cum across
his groin and thighs registered only peripherally. It wasn�t his, so it didn�t
interest him.
He didn�t know how much time
passed until he felt the threads through his skin becoming tighter while the
noose around his balls got looser. The renewed blood-flow hurt like hell. At
the same time though, it pushed him the rest of the way.
With a hoarse scream around the
gag fucking his mouth, the world whited out.
He could feel his spunk trying
to force its way through the obstruction in his dick. The thing in his ass was
somehow taking the stretch to a new level so that his spasming muscles bruised
themselves during their contractions around the impossibly large object. Further
up, the tendrils were ripping themselves out of his skin as he convulsed so
hard that he dislocated his shoulders. The added pain and blood only set off
new fireworks of pleasure, and he bathed in the sadistic exhilaration of his
God.
Combined with his prostate
still being pounded mercilessly and his agonized balls still squeezing out
spunk for all they were worth, it was no wonder that he blacked out somewhere
towards the end.
When he came to again, his God had
vanished to wherever He was when He wasn�t making His presence known to Hidan. The
fucker had already left, too. Probably to earn some more money, the bastard.
He shook his head to clear it
the rest of the way and looked around for something to wipe himself off. Well,
more like he needed a bath, but one had to make do with what one had. He
smirked at the pleasing soreness all over his body.
Yeah. The bastard sure knew how
to fuck. But he�d be damned if he didn�t find a way to give that heathen to his
God.
(o)(o)(o)(o)
A/N: As usual - please
tell me what you think!
Somewhere along the way, I got
the feeling that I wasn�t writing Hidan so much anymore, but rather Grimmjow
from Bleach. At that point, I added all the God and Jashin and heathen stuff,
but I couldn�t quite shake that Grimmjow-feeling. Somehow, I feel like I didn�t
really get Hidan�s character (as much character as someone can have in a PWP),
but I don�t know what�s missing. If you do (or if you think I�m not missing
anything), please tell me!
Sakiku
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