Author's Note: warning for not-very-graphic sex.

Love-Hate Relationship

(Theirs is a love-hate relationship.)

There is blood splattered across Kakuzu's cloak and dripping from his hands, and Hidan is grinning like an idiot as his partner repairs the damage. Hidan enjoys it more if he's being torn apart, and Kakuzu must admit (although it makes him wonder about his sanity) that there is something terribly beautiful in the starkness of the red against the paleness of Hidan's skin, in the dark threads driving into it.

Hidan flings an arm across Kakuzu's chest once he can move again, nuzzling his partner's side. He is half-asleep already, worn out from blood loss and pleasure. Kakuzu is still not entirely sure why he doesn't tell Hidan to stop cuddling him, that they are S-ranked criminals and not a pair of star-struck lovers.

"I hate you," he tells Hidan, running his fingers gently through that silvery hair.

"I hate you too," Hidan replies, kissing his partner goodnight.