Ok, thanks for the views so far, I know I'm not that great at writing stories and stuff… this is really just somewhere to just let my imagination go. And this is also the first time I'm writing a Yaoi chapter running story, so I'm really thankful for all the readers I've got up till now, thanks to you I've got the motivation to finish this story!
It's gets better here on out, yeah. Don't worry about it.
Disclaimers and stuff are all in chapter 1.

"They… they did what??" Kakuzu said in shock, his arms settling softly on the bed. Hidan erupted into a new bout of tears and he crouched over, his bloodied back heaving with every heavy breath he took. Kakuzu didn't have any idea what to do. He, Kakuzu, had allowed his lover, his zealot, his annoyingly perfect Jashinist get raped in front of his face. He had allowed Hidan to get hurt.

He had hurt Hidan.

Hidan sat up, massaging his temples as he accessed the situation. Clearly, Kakuzu was in no position to even say anything, and he wondered how things would turn out. He didn't want things to become even more awkward than they already were. He wondered how he would be able to salvage the current happening. "Kuzu…" he said, and Kakuzu didn't turn to look at him. Instead, Hidan crawled slowly over.

He turned Kakuzu's face to him. "It's ok. I don't even know why I'm making such a big deal out of it…" he said, laughing, but his laughter was shaky, and his speech was trembling. He knew he didn't sound convincing at all. Kakuzu finally looked up. He was furious. Hidan, of all people, should know Kakuzu's furious face when he saw it. "Kakuzu?" he said uncertainly. Kakuzu stilled. "What do you mean? How could you even say that??! What the hell do you mean when you say it's no big deal?!!?" he shouted, and Hidan recoiled from his sharp tone. Kakuzu reached forward for the zealot and enveloped him in a hug, his thin and pale lifeless arms swinging behind the stitch nin. Hidan began to cry again. "You're mine, dammit!!! YOU'RE MINE!!!" Kakuzu cried, holding Hidan to him helplessly. This had to be the most emotion he had ever showed toward anyone. "IT'S NOT FAIR!!! IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR!!!"

"I'm sorry, Kuzu!! I'm sorry, I could have done something!! ANYTHING!!!" Hidan choked, and Kakuzu felt pangs of guilt stab him, one after another after another. Then he took Hidan by the shoulders and shook his head, his eyes piercing his partner's. "No." he said, shaking his head. "I should have been there. I should have been able to do something. This is… I…" he was at a loss of words. Hidan watched him struggle and then watched him rise from the bed. His hands turned into fists as he yelled, "I… I'LL FUCKING KILL THEM!!! I'LL KILL THEM ALL!!" Hidan watched him in alarm. Kakuzu had his anger issues, but this was the most angry he had seen him in a bit. Not since the last time Deidara had spent an eight of their input on clay, and that was hella long ago, months even. "Kakuzu!!" he said pleadingly, and Kakuzu turned around, as though shocked Hidan was actually in the room. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and exhaled loudly, and covered his eyes with one of his hands.

He began to shake.

Hidan realized he was crying. "Ku… Kuzu…" he said softly, and he hugged the stitch nin from behind. Kakuzu turned around and held Hidan. "Tonight… just for tonight… I'll tell you how I feel." He said, crouched over the younger boy and holding him tightly. Hidan's eyes widened. Kakuzu wasn't usually like this. Kakuzu released Hidan and they sat down in the central area of the bed, not really meeting each other's eyes. "Kakuzu…" Hidan began, but Kakuzu cut him off.

"Hidan, I love you." Kakuzu interrupted, and Hidan was taken aback. Kakuzu had never said it except for the one time from the beginning, when he had acknowledged Hidan's feelings to him, and told him he reciprocated them. Hidan breathed out and sighed. "Kakuzu, you don't have to…" "But I want to. Hidan, I want you to know how much you mean to me. I want you to know how this isn't going to matter to me. I will still have you like I always have, and I will still love you just as much as I have before." Kakuzu railed off, and then he turned away, but Hidan saw him blushing. He grinned. "Are you blushing??" he teased.

"Am not!!" Kakuzu turned back before he could stop himself, and Hidan's face was close to his. Their noses were nearly touching. He flushed full on, and leaned backward. He covered his face with his hand and tried to look normal and failed miserably. Hidan laughed. 'It's like he grew hella younger again! I've always thought he missed out on his adolescent years, maybe it's all come back to haunt him.' Hidan thought, chuckling. Kakuzu frowned and smirked. "Why are you laughing, Hidan??" he said lowly, and Hidan immediately stopped laughing. He mocked fear, putting his hands up as Kakuzu loomed over him threateningly. "Ok ok, Kuzu, take it easy…" he said softly, then he quickly surprised his partner by hugging him and laughed. Kakuzu's first reaction was a 'what the fuck' face, but soon Kakuzu joined in, both in hugging and laughing.

Somehow the atmosphere had lightened enormously.
But… much as they both wanted to keep it like this, Hidan just wanted to get over this so that they could move on.

"So…" Hidan shifted, falling back on a pillow and wincing. Kakuzu looked at his lover's exposed chest. "Your wounds always did close quickly. As long as you don't do anything stupid to open them, such as taking an 87 degree Celsius bath, for example." He glared at the zealot accusingly, and Hidan grinned, drawing the sheets up to cover his chest. Kakuzu flopped next to him, shutting his eyes and exhaling loudly to the ceiling, his eyes worried even though he was trying his best to appear unfazed in front of Hidan. Hidan looked at him and snuggled into him. "Yeah…" he said, looking down guiltily. He had yelled at Kakuzu earlier, and he hadn't considered the stitch nin's *almost non-existent/very un-obvious* feelings. He was just beginning to feel guilty. Sure, it obviously wasn't the best memories to have when you get raped, but neither of them, he knew, could have done anything. It was akin to Jashin's will, that's all. Hidan wondered if this time he spent with Kakuzu whereby he let his guard down was Jashin's will, too. If so, he truly did have something to thank his God for.

"Hey, Kakuzu." He said, looking up at the ceiling. "Hmm." Came the reply, and Hidan sighed. "Wanna know how I felt today?" he said, turning to the older man. Kakuzu looked at him with pained eyes, but nodded. "Yeah. Tell me."

"Well, at first, I was cocky, as usual, you know?" Hidan laughed shakily, "But one of them was an ASocharm Master. And I couldn't deflect it because I didn't study charms and shit like that." He said, and Kakuzu nodded. "ASocharms, huh? No one on my side knew anything about that. I thought it had died out already." He said, shutting his eyes as he held Hidan's hand. Hidan realized Kakuzu was shaking too. Kakuzu didn't want to know. He didn't have to know either. But he chose to know precisely because he loved Hidan. He wanted to try as much as possible to share in his pain.

Talk about masochism.
Hidan had to continue.

"Err… so then, I was just surrounded, I guess. And then they just…" Hidan took a deep breath. Kakuzu was shaking lightly, still. "… they just wasted me." He finished, and his grip on Kakuzu's hand tightened. He was surprised that Kakuzu's grip on his tightened as well. He turned to Kakuzu with a forced grin. "I was freaking out inside, I swear. I kept hoping it'd stop, because it really hurt like hell and shit. I didn't enjoy it one bit, of course." Hidan said, sitting up. Kakuzu saw that the wounds on his back were beginning to heal.

"I really hate it." Hidan said, glaring at a graze on his right knee. "I hate these marks all over me, they remind me of them. I hate them." He said, burying his face in his palms, hiding his own body from his sight. Kakuzu sat up as he yelled, "I HATE IT!!!" The stitch nin held Hidan from behind, his hands carefully avoiding touching any of Hidan's scars as he whispered, "Well then, I'll leave my own scar on you, if that's ok." He said, and Hidan swiveled around, just in time as Kakuzu began sucking on his neck. "Yes, please." Hidan smirked, and Kakuzu smiled, leaning back. A red mark appeared slightly over a minute on Hidan's neck. Hidan inclined his neck to his left, touching it softly and smiling. "I hope you don't hate that." Kakuzu said, shutting his eyes and laying back against the headboard.

"I couldn't even if I tried, bastard." Hidan grinned, and Kakuzu smirked. "I thought so."

There was silence for a while, and then Kakuzu sighed. "I'm sorry, Hidan. I know you were expecting me." He said, in the most formal way possible. Hidan turned to him with pained vision. "Yeah… I was just…" Hidan didn't finish. Kakuzu smiled at him in the saddest way Hidan thought was possible. "I'm sorry, Hidan." Kakuzu repeated, and he cupped the Jashinist's face in his palms. Hidan's hand slid up and held his lips. They kissed in a soft gentle way, and Kakuzu smiled when it was over. Hidan's wounds were almost fully healed as he lay down again. "The wounds… even though they're no longer visible, it still hurts like hell." He complained, and Kakuzu gave him a look. "It's the blood clotting that aches… something like what they call a blue-black. Don't tell me it's the first time you've had one?" Kakuzu inquired, and Hidan shook his head. "Nope, but this is the first time it's stayed so long. It usually goes away pretty quickly. It's also the first time in a long time." He added, and Kakuzu nodded. He used his thumb and tilted Hidan's head so that their eyes would meet.

"When your wounds heal I will gladly leave my wounds on you." He said, and Hidan flushed. He then smiled and grinned like a kid with candy. "Yeah," he said softly, stretching a little on the sheets, "I'll be waiting for you." Kakuzu nodded.

"This time, you won't be disappointed."

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