Breathy pants and pleasured moans sounded throughout the room lit by a single candle in the corner. The only piece of furniture in the room was a bed, well kept for the two occupying it at the moment. This was their spot - the place where they could be together openly without being skewered by the scrutinizing eyes of their comrades. This was where they let their passion eat them away into ecstasy, with the help of the other.

Hidan's mouth fell open in another moan as Kakuzu grinded into him sensually. All clothes forgotten, lying somewhere on the floor, their sweaty skin slid against each other as hands groped around, touching and feeling everything. The Jashinist's head of silver hair could be seen over Kakuzu's broad, tan shoulder, a face with an expression that matched euphoria.

The elder had removed his headgear, revealing his mass of unruly black hair, and the stitches that stretched from the corners of his mouth well beyond his jawline. His nicely toned body was riddled with the same stitches, and Hidan hooked onto to the ones on his back for dear life as his lover thrusted into him. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, as if to savor the feel of each other - one tightly coiled around the others hard length.

Kakuzu brushed his lips along Hidan's jawline, teasing the foul-mouthed silver-hair. He lowered to his neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh and causing Hidan to writhe in pleasure and pain. The miser knew just where to touch, to bite, to prod. Knew just what buttons to press to send his lover into a euphoric frenzy, calling out his name in a loud moan, or begging him to go faster, harder. He loved to hear his lover moan, especially underneath him, where he had full control over the zealot's delectably firm body.

Hidan tossed his head back as more pleasurable thrusts were delivered to his prostate, drawing out an elated cry as he clung to Kakuzu's strong body. The elder entangled his fingers in Hidan's hair, pulling him in for a kiss to swallow the sounds he loved hearing so much.

They both tensed as they felt their climaxes approaching rapidly. A few more thrusts, and they were both cumming. Hidan's hot speed spewed over their chests, whilst Kakuzu's load was buried deep within the Jashinist. They lay like that for a moment before Kakuzu finally regained his steady breathing and pulled out, falling beside Hidan.

They looked into each other's eyes as frowns took over their faces. Hidan reached up to cup Kakuzu's cheek with his hand, and the miser covered his hand with his own. With a completely grave expression, Hidan muttered a simple, "I love you."

"I love you, too, Hidan." Kakuzu said back, tugging his lover closer for another meaningful kiss.

Much to their expectations, the next day's mission didn't end desirably. Hidan was incapacitated by the Nara boy, and Kakuzu was finally defeated by Naruto Uzumaki. That night will have been the first and last act of love the two had ever shown to each other. And now, while Kakuzu's body lay dead in the hands of the Leaf, Hidan is still alive, buried deep underground in the Nara Forest.

Some say a ghost could be heard sobbing in that forest. Some say it's the wind. Shikamaru likes to believe it's Asuma Sarutobi. But, in reality, it's Hidan's cries that are heard, muffled under the ground as life goes on over him. The Jashinist will forever mourn his lost love, finally coming to question his religion, wondering why he had to go on while Kakuzu had to die.

It was simply...unfair.