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Count - Special Episode: Nightmares Pt. 2

My head has been in some places lately,  so I decided to revisit the nightmare scenario with our favorite sadist this time. Despite the warnings, I assure you that there is in fact fluff in here under all the mess. Your regularly scheduled smutty programming will return in Part 9.

Part 1 - Bonus Scene - Part 2 - Special Episode: Red - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Special Episode: Nightmares - Part 6 - Part 7 - Special Episode: Sick Day - Part 8 - Special Episode: Nightmares Pt. 2

Hidan x Reader

Warnings: nightmares, choking, masochism as a coping mechanism, descriptions of medical trauma, alcohol, innuendo

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With a dramatic sigh and loud crack of his neck, Hidan stretched lazily as he made his way down the deserted halls of the Akatsuki's shared base. It was late, well into the witching hours of the night when he and Kakuzu finally returned from their latest bounty hunt – or blood bath, depending on whose account of events you took – and Hidan was still prickling with the itchy static of chaos and bloodlust that came with sacrificing an entire village to his God in the name of finding the one head Kakuzu sought for his payday. He'd have to pray for forgiveness for Kakuzu's blasphemy as always, but that was a matter for another time. Right now, he needed to blow off some steam from his post-mission frenzy, and he knew just who could help him with that.

You.

His magnificent little masochist who reveled in agony as much as he did was just a few more doors down the long, winding hall, along with the release he knew he'd soon get to enjoy if he riled you up just right. A smile curled upon the corner of his lip as he hummed in delight at the thought of bruising and marking your flesh while you moaned and cackled with brazen taunts just to goad him into giving you more punishment. The mental image alone stoked a raging fire of need in his chest and left his pants uncomfortably tight.

You were so fucking perfect.

As he approached your door, the sound of a headboard striking the wall caught his attention and narrowed his eyes into a vicious, magenta glare, quickly sullying his saucy mood.

Who the hell is in there with her? 

A cold, vengeful coil began twisting in his gut. It certainly wasn't Kakuzu – the old grouch had gone to count his cash. Snarling under his breath, Hidan snatched the knob and shouldered the door open with far more force than necessary, causing the hinges to groan from the stress. Just as he burst in, your lamp exploded into splinters of broken glass when you unceremoniously booted it off of your nightstand into the wall. 

Blinking in confusion, Hidan's brain had a minor malfunction, as there was only one mess of limbs in the bed, and they all belonged to you. Tangled up in a sheet, you were sprawled across your mattress in the most awkward fashion imaginable, legs cocked at an odd angle with one arm coiled around your head and the other lost somewhere in the heap of fabric. Beads of cold sweat prickled across your scrunched face and exposed neck, leaving a soaked patch on the front of your shirt. You muttered and contorted your face as though you were in pain as your fitful legs kicked and twitched, mimicking the ruckus Hidan heard from just beyond your door when your knee connected loudly with the headboard. 

What the fuck?

He had never known you to be a punchy sleeper, as you always passed out and slept like the dead between him and Kakuzu after one of your delightful group activities. While he knew you ended up in Kakuzu's bed once after a bad night of sorts, he hadn't expected your solitary sleep to look quite so chaotic. 

You snarled again, kneeing your headboard hard enough to leave a dent, abruptly bringing Hidan's attention back to the situation at hand. Not wanting to be subjected to another rant from his partner about the cost of replacing damaged furniture, he decided to intervene before you did something stupid like putting your fist through the wall. Face contorted in with what resembled concern, Hidan approached the side of the bed your head was closest to, grabbing your shoulder and giving you a firm shake in an effort to rouse you. 

"Hey, crazypants–"

Your entire body lurched, and you sucked in a startled gasp the instant his fingertips grazed your shoulder. Being trapped between your twisting layers of reality clouded your judgement as your eyes snapped open and your head filled with the scent of blood and death that still clung to his cloak. Your heart crawled into your mouth and limbs flew into defensive action before you even heard him speak. Shouting garbled nonsense with a mouth so dry your tongue could have cracked, you threw a knee at the shadow's face and clumsily reached for the first shiny thing your foggy eyes landed on – his pike. 

"The fuck are you – hey!" Hidan dodged your knee and snatched your wrist, wrenching the weapon from your grip as you drawled incoherently and chucked it across the room before the grappling match for control of your flailing limbs ended in you both tumbling over the edge of the bed. You hit the ground with a resounding thud, thrashing under him as though you didn't know who he was.

It was like wrestling with a goddamn eel. Having little regard for your personal safety in this half-conscious state, you twisted out of the submission hold that might have subdued a saner version of yourself as Hidan tried and failed at reasoning with you. He might as well have been speaking another language. Pained gasps of slurred nonsense flew from your lips as you kicked and struggled in a manic fit to get away from him. A rough hand closed around your throat, pinning your head to the ground when you tried to bite and twist away. A weight crushed your chest cemented your back to the earth. 

"Wake up–"

That thundering order struck your tetering consciousness with startling force. There were no more rasps of frantic gasping because you could no longer inhale to breathe or exhale to scream. The pressure clamped around your face shot your eyes wide open with panic as you clawed at the hands holding your breath hostage. 

"We're gonna play that little game again since you've lost your fuckin' mind," the strained voice above rumbled, no longer using the kid gloves to keep you still and pinning you in place with bone-crushing force. "You know the rules, cupcake. I'm going to count to five. Submit, and I'll let you take a breath. Struggle, and you're gonna pass out. One…"

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as they darted through the darkness, searching for some kind of anchor to reality. You clawed at the obstruction, gripping and scratching hands that you should have known.

"Two..."

The pressure tightened in response, all but crushing your skull into the ground as you tried to bite your way to freedom. For a brief moment, you believed you were going to die here.

"Three…"

Burning lungs quaked your chest in heaving spasms, strung out on an overdose of oxygen and fighting the return to baseline. Your feet scrambled against the flooring in weakening blows as static crackled through your head. In your desperation, you found the eyes in the dark – bright magenta beacons hung in the dark murk of your bedroom like guiding stars. A glimmer of recognition tugged you toward sanity.

"Four…"

Hidan stared down at you, face contorted with that unfamiliar expression of worry as he counted down his threat to deny you the breath you so desperately needed until the fight slowly melted from your limbs when you lost the power needed to struggle.

"Five."

Bleary eyes made a frightened plea to the twin gods in the sky as your heart pounded wildly in your ears. You were finally gifted with a precious drink of air, though it was taken away again for another cycle of counting until the fear left your gaze and you dropped your arms to your sides in total submission.

"Up here. Look at me." Hidan tapped your cheek with an open hand, loosely holding your head still by the other at your throat as he tried to get you to focus. Panicked pulsing surged under his fingertips as you swallowed the cotton desert in your mouth, nervously flexing your jaw. A familiar face blurred over fading specters of monsters masquerading as medical professionals that haunted your dreams. A calloused thumb brushed over your tingling cheek as the phantom ache in your gut throbbed under the weight perched on your chest. "That's it. Good girl," he hummed in the gentler tone usually reserved for your post-orgasm out of body experiences when you finally looked like you knew who he was.

"Hidan?" You rasped in confusion, still trying to meter the shaky breaths that rattled your clammy body. 

"You wanna tell me what the fuck that was?" He barked after you seemed to have come to your senses.

Grumbling with frustration and fatigue, you swallowed the tightness in your throat, closing your eyes for a long breath before opening them again and croaking a dry response. "A nightmare." You didn't have it in you to evade the line of questioning you knew would follow and hoped a short, direct answer would placate him.

"A nightmare," Hidan echoed flatly.

The painful twist in your stomach contorted your face into an ugly grimace as you tried to keep your teeth from chattering as you spoke. "Get off me – you're heavy and I need a new shirt."

Snorting with a puff of perverse laughter that that was all you were going to say to him, Hidan trailed the hand around your throat across your sweat-soaked shirt, pausing to press his palm over your heart as it continued to pound urgently through your ribs despite the cranky poker face you were trying to maintain. The grounding warmth of his hand cut through the sickening cold that left the little hairs on your arms standing on end as you laid beneath him on the chilled floor. "Look at you, shaking like a leaf – trying to act like you aren't scared out of your fucking mind right now," he murmured wolfishly, digging his fingers into your skin through the damp fabric. 

He was right, and you hated him for it. Groaning quietly and unconsciously turning your face into the hand still holding your head, your eyes fluttered shut as the pressure on your chest forced a shaky exhale from your lungs. It should have annoyed you that this was as comforting as it was. The pain of his nails in your skin and pressure from his weight became the center of your existence for a few deep breaths until you remembered that you were drenched in sweat and wanted to drown yourself in a bathtub full of whiskey to quiet the noise in your head. "You're gonna sit on me all night if I don't talk about it, aren't you."

Hidan smirked wickedly. "Yep."

"Fine," you winced through the deep gnashing that pulsed through your gut again. "Clothes, whiskey, talking. In that order."

Your pained expressions didn't go unnoticed, though Hidan initially thought it was just from the way he was sitting on you. When he finally let you up, you sucked in another sharp, quiet breath as you righted yourself and stumbled toward your dresser in the dark, praying to any god that would listen that he couldn't see the face you were making as the quiet ache in your stomach roared into a searing throb. Luckily for you, the gods were merciful, and Hidan skulked off after a declaration that he would be back with what you hoped would be a full bottle of liquor.

Cursing through your teeth, you peeled off your sweat-logged pajamas as a cold shudder raced up your spine. The frigid sweat was miserable. Your entire body vibrated from the adrenaline loitering in your veins. It carried with it the chaos that raged in your head and refused to leave your past where it belonged. The intrusive thoughts just wouldn't stop yammering for your attention as you stood there, trying to remember what you were even doing, clutching a squeaky handle and staring blankly into the abyss while your breathing started getting away from you. Snarling in frustration, you swore loudly and punched the wall instead, leaving behind an impressive dent that shot a distracting wave of pain up your arm. The impact bloodied your knuckles enough to keep you from noticing the fact that Hidan was already back and standing in your doorway, tossing his cloak over a nearby chair. 

"And I thought I was the one with a temper," he smirked, eyeing you hungrily as you stood there half-naked, having forgotten about being mid-change when you had an unexpected argument with the wall.

You didn't grace him with an answer and just growled quietly as you turned back to your dresser to dig out dry clothes.

A rough palm snaking up your torso and the raging heat of Hidan's body pressed against your back nearly startled you out of your skin after he silently approached you from behind. He pinned you to his chest again by the throat, tangling you up in a cage of arms with an amused hum at your jumpiness as he deposited the bottle of whiskey he retrieved on top of your dresser. "Forget the shirt."

"I'm cold."

"Nah," he mused cruelly, watching goosebumps rise in waves across your exposed skin. "You aren't shaking because you're cold." 

The lump in your throat swelled and sucked the moisture straight out of your mouth as his breath fanned your temple. "What part of 'clothes, whiskey, talking' was hard to understand?" You finally choked out, unconsciously sinking back into Hidan's consuming heat while your heart tried to escape through your mouth.

"You took off your clothes. I brought you whiskey. Now, we're talking," he grinned wickedly. "Did I miss something?"

You snorted in response, elbowing him hard in the ribs. "Dick." It was almost funny.

Hidan cackled triumphantly, releasing you from his grip to snatch the bottle of whiskey before making himself at home in your bed, sitting languidly against your battered headboard. "We could always put some more dents in this thing if you don't wanna talk," he smiled crookedly with mischief brewing in his tone and a devious glint in his eye.

"It's truly a wonder that Kakuzu hasn't locked your disembodied head in a trunk yet," you snarked, keeping your back turned to hide the pained face you were making as you wrestled yourself into clean pajamas. 

Hidan barked a short laugh, twisting the cap off of the bottle he knew you very much wanted. "Now, now. Be nice, princess, or I'm not sharing."

You huffed derisively as you made your way over to where he was sprawled over your bed like he owned the place, folding your arms over your chest. "You know I will chew your hand off and make you eat your own fist if you try that shit."

"You're cute when you think you're intimidating," Hidan hummed condescendingly as he roughly snatched your wrist and yanked you down into the spot between his legs. After taking a swig himself, he plopped the bottle down in front of you and settled an arm around your waist. "Talk."

"You already know–"

"Just fuckin' talk."

Sighing shakily, you leaned back against his chest and took an impressively long swallow of the biting swill, wedging your arm under his to dig your knuckles into the phantom ache that returned with your hellish dream. All you wanted to do was pretend that everything was fine and try to drink yourself stupid, but neither Hidan nor your annoyingly alcohol-tolerant blood would abide that. Your head fell back against the shoulder behind you as you exhaled quietly and stared at the ceiling, trying to collect your thoughts. "It was the same fucking nightmare that landed me in Kakuzu's bed," you finally admitted after a long silence, taking another drink from the open container. "It's always the same one."

"That what happened to your last lamp?" Hidan teased with a smirk, trailing a hand over your leg before digging his fingers into your inner thigh with bruising force.

Groaning contently and chewing your lip, you breathed a quiet yeah and let your eyes flutter shut. 

"I know you were a lab rat, but I want the details now, princess," Hidan murmured against your temple as his other hand climbed your chest toward your throat, curiosity getting the better of him as the change in the pattern of your breathing fanned the glowing embers of his sadistic side. 

"I was on that fucking table," you mumbled, losing yourself for a moment in the distracting ache brought on by the bruise blooming under the iron grip of the hand on your thigh.

"You're going to have to keep talking if you want me to keep hurting you," Hidan coaxed darkly, rubbing the fresh bruise he made through your pajamas.

You took another long swig before setting the bottle on your nightstand and settling into the intoxicating sensation that now consumed most of your awareness as Hidan left dark, aching marks along the insides of your legs as he dug fingers into your flesh. "That first time – when those researchers found out that one of the neat little tricks of my blood is that I can't really be anesthetized," you growled, clenching your eyes for a moment before sinking into the grounding bliss brought on by that painful throb. "I tried to warn them – beg them, but no one was interested in listening to the experiment. It took four people to pin me to the table to sedate me." 

"That why you freaked out when I woke you up?" 

"Yeah," you grimaced, digging your knuckles into your stomach as you paused to wash the thick saliva pooling under your tongue down with another long gulp of whiskey. "It's really… vivid. The smells. The sounds, sensations – all that. Seeing my own viscera on a regular basis kinda made me lose my shit," you shuddered involuntarily.

"Yeah?"

"You wanna hear about when I cracked?" You erupted with a broken, demented giggle at the memory churning in your head when he hummed in confirmation. "It was a long time coming – I heal fast, but not as fast as you do. I had to keep infusing chakra to keep up with all of the damage from their tests. I was exhausted. Couldn't think about anything else anymore. The agony was overwhelming. Every nerve in my body was on fire. Then, some crazy corner of my brain decided that pain wasn't actually pain while I was open on a table like a fucking frog and could see my lungs and liver in the reflection of the lamps overhead. I nearly choked on the gag when I started cackling like a fucking lunatic. They couldn't shut me up."

"You mean you weren't always a little psycho?" Hidan teased with a crooked smirk.

"I mean, I always had a few screws loose. This just rattled them free." Choking out a laugh, you tried to focus on the next bruise Hidan was gifting you to settle back down, closing your eyes as you leaned into him. "I warned you from the start that I'm a terror to sleep with. This is why."

"You sleep fine when you're with us, though," he mused, roughing up the mark under his hand. 

"It's not like this happens every night," you scoffed at the implication, shifting uncomfortably against your fist. 

Gazing down over your shoulder, Hidan finally saw what you were doing and pried your hand away from your stomach despite your growling protests. "Still feel it?"

"The phantom pain – yeah. It's deep," you grunted, face contorting and growing clammy as your stomach tried to crawl into your mouth. "You really need to not–"

"I bet it would stop if you let me cut you up more," Hidan offered, holding your head back against his shoulder by your throat as he trailed knuckles up your thigh over your midline, much as Kakuzu had once done while you were hanging from his ceiling. "You liked it last time."

"Hida–" you protested, grabbing for his wrist in an effort to quash the nauseating feeling twisting your guts into knots.

"Relax. I didn't mean now," he chided with a wicked smirk as he dug into the precise spot that was making you feel so sick, snickering when you groaned audibly in relief. "Besides, Kakuzu would have a shit fit if I carved you up again without adult supervision."

"Fuck, that's so much better," you breathed, sinking comfortably into his chest as you closed your eyes. The heat and pressure of his caging embrace was completely consuming, as was the sense of calm that always washed over you when you submitted like this. His hand around your throat and the crush of his arms around your torso was oddly soothing and numbed your thoughts. "I hope you know you're not allowed to move now," you mumbled contently.

"Just fuckin' say that you're afraid to go back to sleep and want to be cuddled," he grinned cheekily in your ear, rolling into loud, cackling barks of laughter when you elbowed him in the ribs again, making a flustered face and calling him some choice words that only seemed to encourage him. "Admit it. You want me to stay and cuddle," he rumbled maniacally against your cheek as he trapped you in a rib-cracking hug despite your wriggling, squeaky protests, playfully growling and bowling you over onto your side as he sunk his teeth into your neck until your squeaks became shrill laughter.

"You're a fucking menace," you sighed in tired, defeated giggles when he finally stopped feigning eating you, momentarily forgetting the reason you were even in this position in the first place.

"Oh, shut up. You love it," Hidan mussed your hair victoriously, getting himself comfortable on his back with you tucked up against his side in the crook of his arm. "Now, go back to fuckin' sleep before all this cuddling gets me hot and bothered and I decide to tear your clothes off with my teeth. You look so tasty all needy and vulnerable like this, I might not be able to contain myself."

You snorted in response when he gave your neck another playful nip, settling your head against his shoulder as you let go of the last bit of tension you were holding and turned your face into his surprisingly soft shirt to hide the smile fighting its way across your lips. "I really hate you sometimes," you mumbled into the dark, curling an arm up on his chest.

Hidan just smirked. "Yeah, yeah, princess. I know."