HEAR ME OUT

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Kakuzu was a monster. Hidan knew this.

That was half of the reason Hidan was here, walking around with him through the barren desert landscape of Wind Country, doing the world's most boring mission. Kakuzu was a monster, and in that, he was just like Hidan.

And Hidan was not, like, blind. There were plenty of physical reasons to be attracted to Kakuzu. He was perfectly aware of the way tendons flexed in Kakuzu's forearms, and the shift of muscle in his shoulders that could be seen even beneath his shirt. That was all fine. Hidan had grown up with ninja, and plenty of them were big, powerful men. Hidan himself had shot up to become a big, powerful man sometime after his sixteenth birthday.

He'd had little crushes on big, powerful men before. It was never worth exorcising those urges; big powerful men were frightened and insecure or overly attached just like the rest, and fragile to boot.

At all of nineteen, Hidan already knew that the urge to fuck a guy was usually not worth indulging unless he also planned to kill him. He knew how to control himself, and Kakuzu usually helped him out in that by swaddling himself in a million layers and shuffling along like a desert zombie.

But.

Kakuzu.

Kakuzu was also monster, you see.

And that was where things got a bit... fuzzy... for Hidan.

When Kakuzu took a heart, he ate it.

That was why his face was stitched together the way it was. He had to unhinge his jaw like a fucking snake so the ragged threads that made him up could slide slickly from his mouth take on a new heart while it still beat.

He would hoist his victim high in the air, or else shove them down into the ground and straddle them, and then he would use his big, powerful hands, and all the strength of his back and shoulders and he'd just — just crack them open, like a crab or a jewellery box. Unlocked, they unravelled before him, wet, red and gleaming. Each one was wide open, vulnerable and frightened. Their broken ribs stood rusty yellow and proud, cradling their heart like a prize.

Kakuzu's forearms arms would flex, and his big hands would clench tightly in their clothes, and he would press his writhing monstrous mouth down to each heart.

He'd done it three times now that Hidan had seen.

And each time, Hidan had just stood there and watched, with his own heart thumping wildly in his skull. Each time he'd been breathless, mouth dry, eyes wide.

He daydreamed about it, sometimes, in the wretchedly horny minutes between waking up and getting up. He thought about it, relentlessly: being held down, being overpowered, Kakuzu's face bare and leaking unholy chakra, buried in his chest.

The helplessness was part of it, he figured. Getting held down, overpowered, overwhelmed. Adults had overpowered Hidan when he was a kid, sure, but sexual maturity had accompanied significant physical advantages in height and weight and sheer athleticism. Before Kakuzu, Hidan had never encountered the — apparently fucking debilitating — combination of a man who he wanted to fuck who could actually physically overpower him. That was the realm of god alone.

Now, he spent his days watching Kakuzu effortlessly toss around the dead weight of men who outweighed Hidan. He could carry a six foot taijutsu expert over his shoulder for days until they reached a drop point, and show no real sign of strain.

Hidan thought about that... kind of a lot. Like a lot.

Do I want him to hold me down and crack open my ribcage and lick my heart? he thought. That sounded absolutely insane, so he opened his mouth and, with his usual brain-to-mouth filter fully engaged, tested it out: "Ne, Kakuzu," he said, "I want you to hold me down, crack open my ribs and lick my heart."

Kakuzu turned a withering look on him, which somehow got less and less withering the more he noticed. Between Hidan's confused face and sweaty palms and the bite marks where his teeth had worried at his mouth, there was much to notice.

"Do you," he said, sounding thoughtful.

Faced with the actual real-world possibility of such a thing occurring, Hidan swallowed hard. His heart lurched in his chest and his guts swooped low and his insides fucking fluttered, wriggling coquettishly in anticipation and delight.

"I — Yeah," said Hidan.

I really, really do.