madara-sama:

Madara felt a rush of excitement course through his blood and a ragged grin appeared on his lips as he was pulled along. Lacing his slender fingers with Hidan’s larger hand he kept pace with the Jashinist. As they came to a halt in front of the wooden door, Madara glanced around, taking in the surroundings. ‘Once a shinobi, always a shinobi.’ He mused wryly. ‘I swear paranoia will kill me before a kunai does.’ Shaking the thoughts from his mind, in a quick move he shoved Hidan against his door and ravaged the mans lips. Stepping back a few seconds later he licked his lips and smirked. “Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?”

They reached the doorway and just as Hidan was about to procure the means to get inside he was shoved bodily against the door, his lips ravished by the raven-haired male, leaving him panting, pulling breath after laborious, startled breath into his body. He stared for a moment at the Uchiha before shaking his head, replaced his shock with a satisfied smirk, and opening the door. The simple kitchen stood to the left of them as they entered with cabinets along the walls and a small island standing in front of the table, which was half in the kitchen and half in the living room. A glass table sat in front of the couch that faced the doorway, a tv in the corner opposite the kitchen. An entry way stood next to the couch that led to bedrooms and a bathroom. He glanced back at the Uchiha, pulling off his cloak and tossing it in an arc toward the couch. He pulled Madara toward him, head dipping downward to caress his tongue along the bend of his neck before pulling away, licking his lips. “Make yourself at home.” he said with a grin.

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xdeidaraxart:

Deidara laughed softly. “I see, yeah.” He stared in front of him silently for a while, following Hidan. He then blushed softly. “I know we just did, un..” He removed some hair from his face and looked up at Hidan with a small smile. “For a conversation topic, how about you explain your religion to me, yeah? I’ve been wondering for a while now.”

Hidan could not stop the smirk that curved his lips upward as he noticed the blonde’s face flush at his comment, pushing hair out of his face as he tentatively smiled up at him. He cocked an eyebrow at the next question, caught off guard by the topic. “You want to know about my fucking religion?” he replied with a shake of his head. “As if I don’t spout enough about how Jashin requires sacrifice, and how everyone who doesn’t believe in him is a goddamn heathen.”

ino-flower:

Ino took in a deep breath, letting the cool outside air fill her lungs. “Its a pleasant day for a walk. We can walk around ththe village and window shop and whatnot,” she suggested. She ran her fingers through her bangs in brief thought of other ideas in case Hidan shut out that idea.

Hidan gave a light shrug in response. “That fucking works for me.” A gentle breeze whipped around the pair as they walked through the streets. There was not the usual hustle and bustle of people that traversed these roads every day and for that Hidan was grateful. He hated large crowds as it. He lightly bumped into Ino, casting a glance in her direction. “What the fuck have you been up to?”

ino-flower:

Ino was quickly setting her own cup in the sink next to Hidan’s before scampering towards the door. “Yeah yeah. How dare I try and keep your place tidy,” Ino scoffed as she fell into step next to Hidan. Even though her voice was laced with (mock) annoyance, a big smile was ever present on her face.

Hidan rolled his eyes, letting the door shut behind them. “How fucking dare you.” he repeated with a small grin. He started walking in any direction, glancing back at the blonde. “So where the fuck are we going anyway?”

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xdeidaraxart:

Deidara stretched himself and looked up at Hidan, raising an eyebrow softly. “Oh just every now and then, yeah. Why do you care?” He just lazily walked along and looked around, then sighed softly. “I’m also pretty sure that it isn’t shit. Clay, un.” He wondered why Hidan always had to insult éverything, but then again, it was Hidan.

Hidan shrugged lightly, seeing the restaurant in the distance. “I don’t really give a fuck.” he admitted shamelessly. “I guess I was just fishing for a damn conversation topic. If you’re going to walk around with me at least talk. We did just fuck, you know.”

madara-sama:

“Hm, I suppose you will have to help me keep it this way then.” Madara said, while running a hand through the tangled strands absentmindedly before giving the man a dark grin with hooded eyes. A pout quickly ruined the expression as he was shoved and he huffed. “No reason to get rough.” He teased. “Yet.” He added as an after thought. Madara blinked lightly as he processed Hidan’s words before throwing back his head and laughing. “I am honestly not surprised.” Still chuckling Madara glanced around his surroundings, taking everything in. After a few moments he smirked and glanced at Hidan from the corner of his eye. “Blood huh, could be kinky.”

Hidan smirked at the request, once again tugging on a strand of the flyaway hairs of the Uchiha. “I’m sure I’d be fucking great at that.” His apartment came into view just down the street. He raised a hand, gesturing toward the door at the end of the street. “I live there.” he turned to face Madara with a wide grin. “And blood is more than kinky.” he purred, grabbing the raven-haired man’s hand and tugging him down the street to his apartment.

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icha-icha-addict:

“Yare, yare.” Kakashi scoffed at Hidan’s words. “The same goes for you, you’ve never read these books so don’t be so quick to judge them just from the cover.” He rolled his eyes again and shook his head letting out a sigh as he mumbled softly under his breath. ‘…To each their own…’ Kakashi kept it hidden but Hidan was really starting to get under his skin he was hoping tp change the subject to help lighten the tension between the two males but was unsure what to say at that very moment.

Hidan tilted his head to the side, appraising the cover as the other man spoke. “I wasn’t judging it by the fucking cover.” he told him, not having paid much attention to the cover art in the first place. He sighed lightly, running his fingers through his hair. “This is boooring.” He complained. “Think of something else to do. You’re just fucking reading your book. Let’s do something interesting.”

ino-flower:

Ino smiled a bit. “Well, we could go for a walk, grab some lunch, then stop somewhere for a nice cup of tea?” Ino suggested.

Hidan nodded in response to the blonde. “Sounds fucking good to me.” he replies, walking over to the couch where he had thrown his robe. He grabbed the clothing, swinging it over his shoulders and clasping it at the front before heading toward the door. “You coming bitch?” he asked, glancing back at Ino.

madara-sama:

Madara’s eyes twinkled in amusement and he smirked. “Oh you do not have to worry about that, I can entertain for days.” With a slight pout he followed the man. “It’s your fault my hair is this way.” He continued with a wry grin, “Not that I can complain really, it was worth it.” A smile quirked his lips as Hidan bumped into him and he didn’t stop the hum of contentment. Clasping his hands behind his back, Madara casually strolled next to Hidan and tilted his head to the side. “So, what am I to expect at your place. Bodies, blood, all of the above?” He softly bumped the Jashinist and gave him a teasing grin.

Hidan turned his head to the side slightly, letting his hand reached up to tug on a wayward strand of the Uchiha’s hair. “I kinda like your hair being a fucking mess.” he comments as they strolled back into the village. The question directed at him reverberated in his brain, his lips quirking upward in amusement as he was bumped into again. He placed a hand on Madara’s shoulder a shoved him lightly. “Blood for sure, asshole.” he says with a grin. “At least the stains from it. Bodies are better kept out of the house cause they start to fucking reek.” he joked. 

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ino-flower:

“Well would you rather hang out here or go out and do something?” Ino asked, abandoning her cup since there was only a few droplets of tea left. She looked at Hidan, waiting for the man to look back.

Hidan glanced around the apartment that he had been spending the past few days in and shook his head. “Lets get the fuck out of here.” he said, dumping the remainder of his tea in the sink, his cup swiftly following. “Got any suggestions for that, bitch?”