"Pein, you crazy bastard! Get over here, god damn it!"

Pein had stood on the other side of the room, watching, yet still hiding from Phoenix. Even Pein was afraid of him.

"Go get Kakuzu to stitch me up, asshole!"

"Kakuzu's on a mission. One of his attempts to make more money."

"Greedy bastard… Go GET someone, you asshole motherfucker shitface!"

"Well, there is someone… But we don't know where he—"

"GO FIND HIM, YOU MOTHERFUCKIN' ASSHOLE!"

"Fine." Pein vanished, leaving Hidan laying on the floor in agony. A minute or two later, he reappeared with Reimei behind his back, holding a first-aid kit.

"Found him in Deidara's room, alone, half scared to death. He can bandage you up just fine."

"Hey, Rei."

"Hidan? He didn't tell me it was you! What happened to you?"

"Phoenix."

"I—is he gonna live?" Reimei asked Pein, nervous, his skin pale.

Hidan laughed. "I'm immortal. I can't die. Don't worry 'bout me, Reimei."

"Good… Now, try to sit up." He opened up the case, revealing antiseptic, bandages, and other medical supplies. He kneeled down beside Hidan, then put his hands behind his head to help him sit up.

Hidan groaned, the effort obviously causing him much pain, but he would not act weak in front of Reimei. Besides, he liked the pain. Much more than Reimei. And, being immortal, could suffer much more, for better or worse. Then again, he didn't get the thrill of nearly dying.

"Hidan… Itachi called you a masochist, but damn…"

"Nh—" Hidan winced as Reimei's fingertips traced the deep gashes in Hidan's body. "Reimei! It's okay, just fuckin' bandage me up!" He was getting impatient, and the blood was still gushing out of each cut. He couldn't die, but would black out for a few days if he lost enough blood. He would be in a state resembling death, but as soon as his body was ready, it would switch back on. It pissed him off, and made him be careful to not get too carried away with his rituals. He couldn't make Reimei suffer that.

And by the feel of it, that point would be coming soon. Kakuzu normally fixed him before this, but he didn't know if Reimei could…

"All right! Just hold still…" he sprayed disinfectant on each cut.

"Motherfucker! Kakuzu never did this shit to me!"

"Kakuzu never cared as much as I do, then. I'll make it so you don't get sick— you can still get sick, can't you?"

"I guess…"

Well, that was fun. Wonder how masochistic he really is. Maybe he loved that. Reimei grabbed a wet washcloth and did his best to clean the blood from Hidan's flesh before wrapping the bandages around his body (he dried it first, obviously) and tried to keep Hidan still.

"Hey, where'd you learn how to do this?"

"Well, when you have angry, violent, inconsiderate and impulsive lovers, and tell them to take a knife to you, you need to learn how to take care of your cuts, because they won't." Reimei spoke with a slightly detached, apathetic voice, trying to hold back memories that would kill him a little more inside.

"Oh, damn… You should probably be more careful when you choose a lover, then."

"Like I said, pain gets me off. I can't have a man who gets squeamish at the sight of blood."

"Well, you don't need a violent lover… I doubt you're ready for that yet."

"What do you mean? Derrik was violent when he was angry with me…"

"No… Someone so sadistic, every time he sees you he tries to kill you." Someone like Feral— wait, why the fuck am I obsessed with that asshole? Because he satisfies your lust for pain, another side of him answered. His body started to react to the memories of each time Feral cut him up, fingers and knives lingering over his sensitive lower body. He'd been cut there more times than he could count, and sometimes Feral would tease him, gently rubbing the blood around after making cuts on his cock. Oh, shit… Not here… Not now… he crossed his legs, trying to hide himself. After all, this was a serious conversation.

"Hidan? Why—what're you thinking about?" Reimei looked jealous— and he had a damn good reason to be, even if he didn't know it yet.

"You're not the only one who enjoys pain, you know." He covered for his traitorous feelings. He'd forgotten how much Reimei didn't know that was common sense to everyone else. Like his bloodlust. Or severe masochism. Reimei thought he liked to be cut? He'd never felt a knife through the heart, a small puncture in the lungs, making it hard to breathe and feeling like death was coming though it wouldn't, or even been decapitated— which hurt like a bitch. And now, whenever Kakuzu was being a dick and mad at him, he could kick his head off like a soccer ball, which he was never fond of. No. He was sick of hiding himself. He knew who he wanted.

Trouble is, Phoenix wasn't gay. Most of the time. He had very slight bisexual tendencies once Feral, however. Not enough to please Hidan the way he longed for, but there was still a chance… If he could get Feral out… Then he could fulfill his desires.

He looked at Reimei. Sure, he was a good fuck, but he didn't have him feeling the way Feral made him feel, when he sliced Hidan up, blood making the floor slippery. Enough blood loss to kill anyone else. He knew Feral took pleasure in this act. Just how much pleasure was the question.

He made a choice, then and there, that he would have Feral, one way or another. It was a simple choice, really. The one who inflicted these damn painful wounds or the one who bandaged him up, fretting over every nick, every drop of blood spilled. Anyone else would have chosen Reimei.

Hidan chose Feral.

Now all he had to do was find him. He started to slip his cloak back on, as soon as Reimei finished bandaging him up, running his hand over the layers of bandages, his tongue tickling Hidan. "Please don't let him near you again… I never want to see you like this ever again!" He sobbed, burying himself into Hidan's chest, making him wince. He wrapped his arms around Reimei's small body—everyone here was so tall, at least six feet, so Reimei was practically a midget.

"I promise." He lied, breath in Reimei's ear, hands running through his hair. It was let down from their earlier 'session.' Reimei looked beautiful with his hair down.

This would be complicated, his relationships with the two men. The one who attacks him, inflicts damage, and the one who cleans him up after, who heals. But at least Phoenix didn't care how much he swore.

A figure stood in the doorway. "I looked everywhere else. Figured he had to be here." Phoenix. Not Feral… His voice was more… Unrestrained.

"Sorry, Hidan. I know you want more, you little bitch, but I already designed you. Come back when I can do it again."

Reimei held Hidan tighter, remembering the voice from earlier. He remembered the feeling of a knife to his throat.

Even 'normal' Phoenix was a sadistic bastard. But Feral was the one who could please him. Problem was… Reimei was still here, clinging tightly to him. Maybe if I make it look like rape…

"Come on out, Feral, you little faggot…" his voice was laced with fake hatred, and Reimei had no idea what he meant. Which was good for Hidan. Under the fake loathing was… Sexuality that only Phoenix detected. Reimei was lost in discovering the meaning of the words rather than the subtext.

The tone was enough to make Phoenix want to fightriptearkillfuck… Fuck? Oh hell no! Feral's awake…

I can't let him out this time. I barely held myself back earlier. And this time, I've got a witness…

But by the time he finished the thought, Feral was ready for action. And the thought of an audience for both his crimes excited him. "Hello, Hidan. Back for more, you submissive bitch?"

There was the voice Hidan loved. The insanity not bothered to be held back. The violence, the sexuality, just waiting to happen.

"I guess you could say that." As Feral grabbed a knife and leaned down, Hidan kissed him on the lips, surprising Reimei, Feral, and even himself a little bit. The knife cut a gash in his cheek, a line of blood appearing, but the pain was lost in the satisfaction of having that long-desired kiss. He stroked Feral's face. "Now fuck me… I'll be your bitch this time."

"Like I'd be your bitch." Feral laughed, pushing Reimei away, who struggled until Feral threw him across the room, hitting the wall, then fell to the ground unconscious. Damn, there goes my audience. Oh well, Feral thought, reaching for Hidan's zipper, forcing him to the ground, a lusty, sadistic smile on his face as he started cutting his body up again, ruining the bandages Reimei had just wrapped around him.

"All right then, fuck me, you faggot."

A/N: Well, that was unexpected! Poor Reimei, right in front of him, too. At least he doesn't have to see! Sorry it's short, it just seemed a good place to end it. Hope you enjoyed, Reimei sure didn't. I apologize for the word 'faggot," I know that can offend people sometimes. But it's Hidan. When has HE cared? REVIEW, or I'll be tempted to not update for a month. I can be as much a sadist as Feral! (Probably because we're sort of the same person…? Since I made him up.) Um, yeah, not sure where this is going to end up. Well, I do, for the immediate future XD FeralxHidan, graphic buttsecks anyone? Review. Or I'm going to punish all of you.