Like Trying to Hold Sand

Chapter 2 ^.^


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Kankuro felt little flutters in his stomach the next time he saw Sasori, soft and alive like an insect in his gut. He smiled at the man nonetheless, but didn't speak to him in the hallway upstairs. He'd been coming from a lesson with Gaara, following the younger boy back to his room where they would study. Kankuro felt a small, secret smile spread across his face when he looked at the older shinobi, knowing that no one knew of their games, he had a secret now that was entirely his own.

He was pulled back to reality when he almost ran over his brother, who had stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway to stare at him, like he was some sort of a riddle. The nervous twisting in his stomach at Gaara's inspection was overidden by the joy of having a secret all his own though, and he smiled back, goofily. Gaara glared.

"Who is he." The question was flat, direct, even if the tone was a little colder than usual. Kankuro's smile grew a little, and he shook his head.

"No one really, he works here, builds puppets. He's teaching me to use them to fight." Gaara cocked his head to the side slightly, and studied his brother's face. He could tell there was more than that, but he wouldn't get it out of Kankuro, at least not out in the hallway like this. Cold green eyes narrowed, and it made Kankuro decidedly nervous, but the younger boy turned around and started walking once again, heading up the familiar stairs a bit more quickly than before. Kankuro didn't notice though, he was too busy thinking about when he would see Sasori again.

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Kankuro held his breath when he reached the stairs, bathed in silver moonlight from the window beside them, listening intently for any sign of life. There was little activity in the tower at this hour, even though it wasn't really late. He knew most of the servants and such would be off doing one thing or another, and all of the ninjas would probably have gone home by now. Once he was satisfied with his inspection he crept down them, using everything he knew about stealth, trying his best to cloak his chakra.

He wasn't perfect at it, he was young still after all, with a long way to go before he would really be a ninja. Still, with youth also came believed invincibility, he knew no one could touch him, not him, not now. Still, he kept his senses on alert and moved as quietly as he could downwards, barely even daring to breathe.

His breath really did abandon him when he reached the bottom of the stairs, sandals padding more silently now, against hardpacked dirt. His heart was racing in his chest, and it had nothing to do with getting caught, or the trip down, though it had made him nervous. It was more to do with the man he knew would be on the other side of the door.

Sasori had promised to help him practice with a new puppet today, the one the man had made just for him. It made him flush with pride to think someone would chose to train him above his siblings, above everyone else really, as Sasori had no other students. Still, he couldn't help but hesitate outside the door, hand poised to knock. Before he could bring his knuckles into contact with the wood though, the door swung open to reveal the red haired nin within, trying to hide a smile behind a look of annoyance.

"All the stealth and skill in the world won't help you if you just stand there panicking outside other people's doors. I could sense your nervous chakra jumps as soon as you stepped off the stairs." The boy blushed and shuffled past, staring at his feet like they were the most fascinating thing in the world. Sasori let his smirk out, moving to sit at his workbench again.

"Let's get started, shall we? Just let me get the puppet down..." Kankuro watched in awe, as he always did, as the shimmering gossamer strings of chakra sprang from the man's long pale fingers, anchoring themselves to the puppet and drawing the small form forwards. It was amazing to the boy what Sasori could do, the man hadn't even been really looking at the puppet, and he'd kept from tangling the strings during the attachment. Kankuro always messed that part up and had to do it again and again until he finally got it, only to mess it up the next time.

"Here we go." Sasori held the puppet out carefully, sitting it before Kankuro before he severed his own chakra lines. "Try connecting up."

He did, concentrating on pushing his chakra into the thin lines, spinning it outwards like a spider's thread, unbreakable and sticky, ready to grab any object and suspend it in air. He swore loudly when he missed, getting him a disapproving cluck from his teacher, even if the man was smiling underneath it all. When he still didn't get it after a minute or two, Sasori stepped in.

"Here, let me help." He closed his eyes and leaned in, taking Kankuro's small hand in his own, pushing his own chakra into the boy's palm to pinpoint to area where he would need to aim through. The young nin blushed. Sasori was so close to him then he could smell the man, almost taste his heavy in his mouth. Kankuro shivered a little, trying not to respond to the pleasurable tingle of the chakra being pushed through his hand, running straight down to his groin, tugging it to life despite the reservations he still had.

He felt himself blushing a little, fidgeting in the older man's grip, his color only deepening when Sasori's gaze met his, one delicate eyebrow arched in question.

"Are you okay, kid? You look a little ... flushed." the last word was drawled out, falling from perfectly smirking lips. He swallowed.

" 'M fine, really." The man turned away with a small shrug.

"Okay then, why don't you cut those lines and try again, by yourself. You'll know when you get it right, because it'll feel different. Do you remember how it felt when I pushed the chakra through?" Kankuro's mouth fell open a little bit, he nodded mutely, looking down at his feet again quickly when he saw Sasori cast an amused glance at him over his shoulder, chuckling silently at his lack of verbal response.

He shook his head to clear it, biting the inside of his cheek a little harder than necessary to focus himself. He shook the chakra lines from his hands and stood in position, facing the puppet lying on the floor in front of him. He focused on his fingers, drawing the little strings out again, focusing them. With a snap of the wrist he let them fly, immediately knowing they were going a little wide.

He cursed silently, snapping them off and starting over. He quieted his mind first, focusing on the puppet, and his hands once again, closing his eyes this time until he was ready to flick his wrist, sharp and quick. They landed this time, and with a jerk he heard the wooden figure clatter and rise. He gave himself a moment of joy, before he eyed the connections. They were weak, not in the right places. He let the puppet dance disjointedly for a second before he broke them.

He sighed heavily, not sure what he was doing wrong. He could see he was getting a little better each time, but he knew he should be able to do better than that. Focusing his chakra like that was still hard for him, to. It took a lot out of him, and to have it produce only failure. It was too frustrating. He could feel the tears bubbling up behind his eyes, but he tried to blink them back.

He couldn't cry, not in front of Sasori, not after he'd already shown his weakness once. He knew that if he wasn't strong enough, didn't prove himself worth the effort, that Sasori would drop him as a student, pick someone better, someone stronger, faster, more equipped. Someone who deserved this. He was startled out of his fit of self pity by a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, I think that's enough for now. You need to relax a little, recharge your chakra. Then you can try again." Sasori's voice calmed him a little. The man didn't sound mad, he didn't even sound frustrated, just as calm and focused as usual, a note of amusement hinted in his voice. He rubbed his eyes hard, trying to get rid of the tears that had been welling there before he turned to smile up at the man.

Sasori chuckled softly, rifling one hand through the boy's hair affectionately. He pulled Kankuro close and wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders, pressing the boy's head into his stomach. He heard the telltale sniffling of unshed tears, but he laughed it off. He waited until the boy relaxed a little more before pulling back.

"Ne, I know what will relax you. How about we play another little game, hm?" Kankuro's smile was wide at that, and he nodded emphatically. Sasori smiled and moved to sit on the floor, over by the wood stove that heated the underground workshop. It had been getting colder during the nights lately, and he'd had t start lighting it. It warmed the stones around it nicely. Sasori patted his lap lightly, beckoning the boy over.

"Come here and sit down." It was soft, almost like a request, but there was steel underneath. Kankuro couldn't say no, even if he wanted to, but the thought never even crossed the boy's mind. He scampered over and let the man lead him down so he was straddling his lap, seated on Sasori's thighs firmly, his own spread wide over top.

He let his eyes slide closed when Sasori cupped his cheek, waiting for the press of the other's lips on his own. He wasn't disappointed, the feeling was soft and warm, like the man was sucking the failure and fatigue from his body right along with the air from his lungs, leaving the boy flushed and panting when he pulled back. The slight mewling noise that came forth made Kankuro blush scarlet, and he buried his head in the man's chest to hide it, missing the little grin that spread across Sasori's features. He was brought back to reality though, by strong fingers combing lightly through his hair, and soft lips on the shell of his ear. The man whispered something, the words ghosting over the side of his face, down his neck, making the boy shiver.

"Hush, it's okay. That was adorable, by the way." Kankuro pulled back, blinking up at him with wide eyes. Sasori smiled down, and leaned in to kiss him again, a little harder, his lips parting to let his tongue sweep along the seam of the smaller set pressed against his. It relaxed the boy, and he leaned back into the warm chest in front of him. He knew this, this was reassurance, this was acceptance. Kankuro let his lips fall open, his muscles going limp at the way the warm muscle pushed into his little mouth, rubbed up against his own, teased along the ridges of his teeth. It made his heart go faster, for reasons he didn't entirely understand, but put down to excitement, put down to Sasori.

He jumped a little when he felt the man's fingers trailing forwards to the straps on his shirt. It was long, but made of light linen, so as to cover his skin from the sun, but still allow air to circulate. Still, it was quite hot in the little room, so he didn't see much harm in the man opening the garment, sliding cool hands underneath it to tickle slightly across his skin. The feeling was wonderful.

Kankuro, being the unremarkable middle child of the family, wasn't used to any sort of direct attention, but physical contact was even more foreign to him. As such, he'd never been touched lovingly, never been soothed to sleep by a gentle hand rubbing his back, never been rocked calmingly when scared. This was all new to him, and the fingers ghosting across his skin now, softly as they were, still skittered like fireworks down his spine, across the planes of his body, making him shiver with sensation.

The light moan he let out was what did it, really, Sasori felt the stirring he'd been trying to prevent, as the light motions of the boy in his lap and the lovely little sounds that escaped him caused an awakening in his groin. Still, he was confident the boy would have no idea what that meant, so he let it go, for now, and concentrated on keeping the boy occupied.

It didn't take long for Kankuro to notice though, there was a new thing sticking against his thigh, soft and hard all at once, beneath his mentor's robes. He squirmed a little, trying to figure out what it was, trying to settle around this new addition without breaking the spell of the moment. The breathy noise that escaped Sasori's lips then was wondrous to him, obviously something good, so he shifted once again, letting the man in front of him pull back a little, laying his cheek to the firm chest and concentrating, no idea what he was doing, but still trying hard. The hand that gripped his arm then made him freeze in place.

"Kan-nkuro-kun, wait." The man's voice was a little strained in his ears, and all of a sudden his heart sped up. Had that been wrong? Had he hurt Sasori? He cursed himself then, sure that the man would see the error of his choice now, that the only person who payed attention to him of their own will would push him away now, and leave him alone. Unconsciously, his fingers fisted tightly into the robes in front of him, holding onto them like his life depended on it. In his mind at least, it did, the loss of his only mentor, his only friend would have been cataclysmic in his young mind, the end of everything. He felt tears spring to his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Sasori-san. I won't do it again, whatever it was, I didn't know, I'm sorry..." He trailed off hopelessly, knowing that the next words would be Leave, get out, I don't care, you're too young, too weak for this... the echoing sounds in his own head. Still, he wasn't sure if he could will his hands to let go. The strained chuckle from above him made him flinch a little.

"No, no. You didn't do anything wrong, kid. I was just a little surprised is all." He let his hands fall back to soothingly rub small circles across the kid's back, pulling him close again, reassuringly. Unfortunately enough, that little movement caused the boy to shift again, his ass rubbing against Sasori once again, making the man bite his lips against the moan. Kankuro flinched, and tried to wriggle backwards, eyes still damp with tears. If he was hurting Sasori, he wanted to stop now.

"No, no, I'm sorry, I'll just leave." The man's grip on his shoulder tightened.

"No, stop, it's okay." Kankuro looked up at him, confusion in his eyes.

"But, I'm hurting you, I can't, I just can't not after."

"No, it's not-not that. It doesn't hurt." The boy's wriggling and the little start at Sasori's statement made him moan again, his eyes half lidded. It was a delicious feeling really, only made better because it was the boy in his lap now causing it all. He couldn't stop the small movement of his hips, bucking up and towards the wonderful resistance above him. Kankuro stiffened again, in confusion now. He wasn't sure what to do. "It doesn't hurt, it's actually qu-quite nice really."

The boy's expression changed a little then, still nervous, but more unsure than embarrassed now. His skin still blushed adorably under the ever present tan of the desert as his grip on Sasori's robes loosened a little. He rocked his own hips once, experimentally, and saw the flickers of pleasure on the man's face, so he repeated the action, never taking his eyes off Sasori's, looking for any small signal he could glean from them. He was scared that he was doing this wrong, feeling out the appropriate actions as he went.

He wasn't sure what implanted the idea in his head to scoot slowly backwards, letting his hands fall down in place of his hips, gliding tentatively over the man's hips, down the outside of his thighs, crossing in, narrowing down his range until he heard those small noises again, looking back up shyly into Sasori's eyes, dark and half lidded with some pleasurable emotion.

He jumped when his small hands were covered over by larger, paler ones, directing their movement to the hard shaft he could feel through Sasori's robes, intertwining their fingers and guiding them in a firm stroking motion. The responding gasp, half bitten back, that bubbled from Sasori's mouth gave the boy courage. He moved his hand himself then, taking control of the motions, still paying careful attention to the reaction on the man's face, not entirely sure of his own actions still.

It was Kankuro's turn to let out a small sound, but this one was in protest as Sasori gasped a little, and pulled the boy's hands back from their exploring, laying a gentle kiss on the boy's lips once again. He didn't have long to wait though, as Sasori laid the boy's small hands on the closure to his robe, urging him silently to open it on his own, bearing the man's chest, and slightly lower to the undergarments he wore there. The boy touched the sensitive hardness revealed again then, this time with only one layer of thin cotton separating skin from skin.

The responding noises from his mentor were encouraging, slightly less controlled, more open. The wheels in the boy's head turned quickly then, calculating. If this thin covering provided this much more pleasure to the man, how much more would skin on skin do? He looked up, uncertain, a sight flush on his cheeks still, meeting Sasori's half lidded eyes, now unfocused, his large pale hand draped on the boy's shoulder, squeezing slightly in response to every motion Kankuro's hands made.

He fumbled tentatively with the waistband of the man's underwear before he could get behind it, leaning in to slide one hand inside and grip the warm flesh in his hand. It was a strange texture, damp and velvety, soft and hard at the same time, almost spongy. He wrapped his fingers around it, falling into a short series of light sliding jerks, growing bolder and smoother as the encouragement of the small noises and quickening of breath coming from Sasori's mouth led him to figure out the angles and forces necessary. He was a smart kid.

The man slowed him for a second and shifted, letting the band of his undergarments fall down to settle low on his hips, the elastic biting into his flesh. He didn't really care though, because the sensation of his member in the warm, open air, with those soft, still tentative hands rubbing it more quickly now, exploring the surface of his body, small dark eyes studying the organ in front of him with wonder. Sasori panted at the vision below him, the boy looked perfect there, innocent and beautiful, soft hands working hard, eager to please. It didn't take long for the final shuddering wave to come over him.

He came with a deep groan, the feeling tingling up his spine, and he registered the little jump of shock from the boy as the little explosion of liquid shot from him, coating the small tanned hands, splashing onto the boy's still bare chest, dribbling down on his tan pants. To Sasori's surprise though, Kankuro didn't really look disgusted, or even very surprised. He watched with half closed eyes as the boy stared at the white on his hands as if considering something, before bringing one to his mouth, licking the substance experimentally. It was all he could do not to get hard again, watching the little pink tongue shoot out, the expression on Kankuro's face as he
contemplated the taste and texture. His face showed that it wasn't exactly great, but it wasn't foul either, and since Sasori didn't yell at him for it, he figured it would be okay.

The man chuckled quietly, his breath still heavy, and leaned backwards, grabbing a rag from the work table, it had a little grease on it but ti was usable. He made quick work of cleaning them up, thought the skin where his cum had landed was still a bit sticky. Kankuro, being a boy, didn't seem to mind that so he left it be. He watched the boy stand, fixing his shirt with sticky little fingers, Sasori could still see them covered in him cum inside of his head and the thought alone made him grin. He couldn't resist slipping in behind the boy and bending down, pressing his mouth over Kankuro's lips once again, teasing them open with his tongue. It made him shiver to think he could still taste himself inside. He straightened then and winked at the boy.

"It's probably late enough now that they'll be worried for you. Why don't you go upstairs and take a bath, then get changed for dinner, okay?" The boy nodded and smiled widely, bright enough to blind him. Sasori shivered a little as he watched the boy leave, remembering how sweet he'd looked covered with his cum, and wondering how far he could go with him before he got caught.


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A/N: well, theres the probably not really awaited by anybody but still here second chapter of this story for a pairing no one else probably gives a crap about. thats okay, i'll keep writing it anyways. do you want to know whhhhyyyyyyyy? because the world needs more pr0n...

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