Contains mild sexual content and yaoi.
Wrote this while in a darker mood, but it's making me feel a little better. This is to those that read my stories, and enjoy the crazy/perfect crack that is HidaShika. Also don't worry, I haven't abandoned my other stories, they are just on a bit of a hiatus until ideas and time present themselves to me. Enjoy! 3
A lean, yet rock hard body drives my smaller frame against the now seemingly hard mattress under us. Sweat drips down his delicious body and settles against mine, mingling with my own saline. The way his body his moving against mine, into mine, is indescribable. The sounds of our ragged breathing and echoing satisfied groans are exquisite to my ears.
I shouldn't feel this good, but I'd be lying if I said his body didn't feel perfect against my own.
"Shikamaru…" he whispered harshly into my ear.
His voice hits me deep, almost as much as his reckless thrusts, and brings forth a moan. It seems to spur him on, because his hips slam impossibly harder into mine. Thoughts of my pelvis breaking under his weight momentarily cross my mind, but him fucking me feels too damn good for my mind to linger. My fingers grasp desperately at his back for some sort of purchase, short nails digging in.
"H-Hidan~" I hear my voice gasp out, yet I can also see the back of his body over me, muscles straining under the skin.
In that same moment, his perfectly aimed thrust hits me in a spot inside me only he knows about. I gasp again and contort in pleasure. He groans into my lips in response and slams home, reducing me to mush.
These next few moments are like an ethereal blur, where I can't remember where I end and he begins, and I can't remember who either of us are. All I can see ecstatic bright whiteness as our bodies transcend humanly limitations, metamorphosing into one primitive, sentient being.
The elemental feeling lasts only a short moment, then both our souls untangle, returning to their physical forms. I open my eyes again and see the top of his moonlit hair, shifting up and down with each breath he takes.
I love you.
These words go unheard except from within my mind. Yes, despite him being a cold-blooded murderer, I fucking love him. He's been only one to ever make me feel this way, alive and elemental.
My unsaid words hang unheard in the cosmic ether, yet his lips capture mine in a desperately passionate kiss, making me believe I did say them to him.
I fucking love you too.
I return his kiss with as much frantic enthusiasm I can muster, arms holding him tight.
Hidan and I have reached the point in a relationship where words are not necessary for means of expression. The thought of this maniac being my one and only should freak me out, but I can hardly bring myself to care anymore. All that matters is that he's here with me, speaking to me from a level so high, it's almost divine.