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Title: Between Lungs
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: R
Genre: Romance?
Warnings: Gore, dismemberment, body mutilation
Pairing: Kakuzu/Hidan
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: He'll take Hidan's heart because it belongs to him.
AN: I'm not getting back into Naruto. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not. It was, however, the first thing I thought of when I saw the prompt 'Body horror/gore/dismemberment, taking out your love's heart to prove their devotion to you' on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bloodyvalentine's 2014 Prompt List.
Bone creaked and snapped in his grasp and Hidan coughed weakly, reflexively, blood bubbling out of his mouth to trickle down over his cheeks and chin. He was grinning, stained teeth bared, and his hand – the one Kakuzu hadn’t pinned down with a kunai – stroked a wet smear up and down his arm.
Kakuzu grasped another rib and pulled. This time, Hidan’s whole body jerked with the snap and the pink sack of his visible lung heaved. Another rib and Hidan had to turn away to let the blood in his mouth drain out onto the soil – apparently drowning was too much for him – but he didn’t look away. He kept his gaze fixed on Kakuzu, utterly calm despite the manic grin and glazed with lust and pain. What blood wasn’t spilling out of his chest and mouth was filling his groin, and with each snap of a rib he was rolling his hips up to meet Kakuzu’s own.
He was enjoying this.
Kakuzu curled his fingers around the last rib and yanked, snapping it with ease before he plunged his hand into the cavity of Hidan’s chest to find his heart.
It was oddly cold in his grasp, and hard – a knotted ball of scar tissue that was more for decoration than function. Kakuzu squeezed. In return he got a litany of curses hissed through another wave of blood and a set of sharp fingernails digging into his arm. At least Hidan was facing him properly again; he wanted him to watch this.
The seam of flesh below his elbow split apart and black threads slid out of the gap, spiralling down his forearm and into Hidan’s chest. Their needle-sharp tips scored deep lines into Hidan’s lung and wound themselves around his heart. Hidan moaned softly, swearing as the threads slowly twisted and constricted and sliced through arteries and veins, lifting his heart up and out of his chest. He could live without it – it wasn’t as if he used it. It was the principle of it: if Kakuzu really wanted his heart then he could take it. Hidan’s heart, wrapped in its tangle of threads, was going to be a part of Kakuzu now and forever.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to Hidan’s, swallowing a mouthful of blood as well as a moan as the last piece of sinew holding Hidan’s heart in place was severed. Hidan shuddered beneath him, his lungs heaving and his hips bucking, and Kakuzu ground down against him until the shuddering stopped and Hidan lay sated beneath him.
The hard lump of Hidan’s heart slid under Kakuzu’s skin and travelled upwards until it settled in place next to his own.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: R
Genre: Romance?
Warnings: Gore, dismemberment, body mutilation
Pairing: Kakuzu/Hidan
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: He'll take Hidan's heart because it belongs to him.
AN: I'm not getting back into Naruto. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not. It was, however, the first thing I thought of when I saw the prompt 'Body horror/gore/dismemberment, taking out your love's heart to prove their devotion to you' on
bloodyvalentine's 2014 Prompt List.Bone creaked and snapped in his grasp and Hidan coughed weakly, reflexively, blood bubbling out of his mouth to trickle down over his cheeks and chin. He was grinning, stained teeth bared, and his hand – the one Kakuzu hadn’t pinned down with a kunai – stroked a wet smear up and down his arm.
Kakuzu grasped another rib and pulled. This time, Hidan’s whole body jerked with the snap and the pink sack of his visible lung heaved. Another rib and Hidan had to turn away to let the blood in his mouth drain out onto the soil – apparently drowning was too much for him – but he didn’t look away. He kept his gaze fixed on Kakuzu, utterly calm despite the manic grin and glazed with lust and pain. What blood wasn’t spilling out of his chest and mouth was filling his groin, and with each snap of a rib he was rolling his hips up to meet Kakuzu’s own.
He was enjoying this.
Kakuzu curled his fingers around the last rib and yanked, snapping it with ease before he plunged his hand into the cavity of Hidan’s chest to find his heart.
It was oddly cold in his grasp, and hard – a knotted ball of scar tissue that was more for decoration than function. Kakuzu squeezed. In return he got a litany of curses hissed through another wave of blood and a set of sharp fingernails digging into his arm. At least Hidan was facing him properly again; he wanted him to watch this.
The seam of flesh below his elbow split apart and black threads slid out of the gap, spiralling down his forearm and into Hidan’s chest. Their needle-sharp tips scored deep lines into Hidan’s lung and wound themselves around his heart. Hidan moaned softly, swearing as the threads slowly twisted and constricted and sliced through arteries and veins, lifting his heart up and out of his chest. He could live without it – it wasn’t as if he used it. It was the principle of it: if Kakuzu really wanted his heart then he could take it. Hidan’s heart, wrapped in its tangle of threads, was going to be a part of Kakuzu now and forever.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to Hidan’s, swallowing a mouthful of blood as well as a moan as the last piece of sinew holding Hidan’s heart in place was severed. Hidan shuddered beneath him, his lungs heaving and his hips bucking, and Kakuzu ground down against him until the shuddering stopped and Hidan lay sated beneath him.
The hard lump of Hidan’s heart slid under Kakuzu’s skin and travelled upwards until it settled in place next to his own.
