24 ways of pleasure

A.N: Hiya, again, I don't own Naruto. This pairing is going to be special. Special thanks to my 1st 3 reviews! For you 3, I will be continuing “This Love” after I put up the rest of these! ^^

Summary: This story is from Kiba's POV. Kiba is disillusioned with the general status of his life. Can a sexy brunette help him with his plight? SaixKiba

2: Painted Moon

I blinked. It was so bright in here. Where was I? How did I get here? What's that noise?

“Ah. Damned alarm clock.” I slapped at the clock.

Groaning, I rolled out of bed and went about my morning routine. Today isn't going to be any different than the day before. I sighed. But I got up anyway.

I stepped into the shower and adjusted the water dials. As, I slid the door shut and immediately broke out into song, as I did every morning for the last three years. Slowly, I slid under the spray of water. I let my mind wander. Another round of therapy, more meds, and more sleep then. I nodded to myself.

After my shower, I dressed and walked down to the common room. Looking around the room, I took note that my chair was empty. I sighed, 'This again?' I moved to my chair and turned to the blond next to me. “Mornin', Naruto.”

“Hey, Kiba...I hear that I've got a new mission. I'm not supposed to tell anyone about it, ya know? But I can trust you right? Yeah, of course, I can. But here's the thing, okay! I just gotta wait for Kakashi to show up. You know he's always late.” Naruto turned to me, “I'm just hoping that this time I can find out where Sasuke went and retrieve him!”

I nodded, “I think you are close this time, Naruto. I mean, Sasuke can't have gotten too far away right?” I had to play along or Naruto would beserk again. That's the last thing any of us need. Besides, Sasuke was just in solitary after that last debacle.

“You're right, Kiba. And after I retrieve him, Sakura will be so happy.” He nodded, a little sadly. “But you know, I wish Sakura would look at me the way she looks at him.”

I opened my mouth to say something, when Kakashi appeared next to us. “C'mon Naruto. It's time to go.”

“YOU'RE LATE!” Naruto yelled and ran off toward him. I watched as he walked away. Yeah, this day would be just like the rest.

I got up from my chair and walked down the hall, I had to go to see my therapist. I idly wondered what was on the menu today. My therapist often tried different methods to get to the root of my problems. I honestly didn't think that I had any problems. I mean, really, so I had spots in my memory where things were missing. I woke up in odd places. I woke up with my hands and teeth covered in blood sometimes. But really, there's no problems. I shrugged to myself and knocked on the name-plated door. The name plate read 'Sai', no last name. I always thought that was weird, but I had little time to think on it as I was told to come in.

I immediately laid on the plush sofa. I was in heaven. I wanted one of these for my room. I'll get one when I leave here one day. I looked at my therapist. He was easy on the eyes. Very easy on the eyes. Don't get me wrong here, I am not saying that I swing that way, but if he offered, he'd be the only man I would accept as a lover, you know. Anyway like I was saying, he has pale pale skin, almost like the color of geisha powders, only it was natural. He kept his dark hair short and neat. Very soft androgynous features included soft looking lips and dark soulful eyes. Like I said before, very easy on the eyes!

Sai smiled at me. “Kiba, how are you today?”

“Just fine, Doc. I mean look the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I am still inhaling oxygen.” I remarked. It wasn't nice but really, I just did not care. It was the same response I had always given.

Sai nodded and reached over for an art bag that sat next to his chair. “Kiba, today we are going to try something new.” I knew it. I told you so. “I am going to ask you a series of questions and I want you to draw whatever you think of, okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah, sure. But just so you know, I suck at drawing.”

Sai set up a drawing pad and gave me several soft colored pencils and began his questions. Honestly, I tried to pay attention. But my eyes were riveted to his mouth and the movement of those soft lips and the way that when he spoke he ran a long-fingered hand through neatly placed locks. I was enthralled. I was captivated and I tried not to be so obvious. When he nodded, I knew he was done questioning me. I was at a total loss. I had not a clue what he asked me. But when I turned my attention to the pad of paper my hands seemed to move on their on accord.

My imagination showed me things that I dared not think about in the light of day. My mind showed me Sai dressed in a short loose fitting cherry red kimono with black stylized waves. My mind showed me holding this version of Sai. Gazing deep into his bottomless eyes and getting lost. Touching the soft pale skin, that even the moon, herself, envied. Trailing fingertips and unclothing his shoulders. Lowering my hips to his neck and untying the obi that held the only barrier between us closed. Stripping him barely and trailing my fingers across the smooth plains of his skin, lower still. As my hand descended onto his leaking erection, Sai whispers my name.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, as I realized that Sai was actually right next to me and talking in my ear. I looked down at the picture and could have died right there. I wanted to cover the picture but it was too late. I was busted and he now had the drawing pad. I lowered my head to my hands and watched his reaction through slitted fingers.

“Kiba. This is really good.” Sai praised my picture of him sitting in the window, on a large pillow, in the aforementioned kimono. It was only fate that stopped me from drawing myself into the picture.

I could barely look up. “Thank you. I-I'm sorry if I-”

I was cut off. “No, no. Is this what you see?” Sai sat down again across from me.

“What I see?” I was honestly confused. Also, I could not very well tell my therapist that I had near wet dreams about him, with me running my hands over his soft supple skin, now, could I?

“When you look at the world, I mean. Is this how you see people? Is this what I look like to you?” Sai's words were almost quiet enough to be called intimate. I had to be imagining this. Sai was my therapist. This isn't how this work in the real world, so I must be as batty as Naruto.

“Um...that's-that's what you look like to me.” I almost died when the words left my mouth.

“Please explain. What do you mean?” Sai cocked his head to the side, and I knew I had to tell him.

“You...you look amazing. Soft in all the right places. Sort of feminine. But strangely masculine. Soft lips and soft skin. Amazing.”

“Kiba...”

“Listen, doc! I am not into guys...just into you. I look at you and wonder what I would have to do to get your attention...I mean, if I was not in here.” I gestured to the walls around us.

“Kiba...I am not supposed to answer any personal questions...you know that.” Sai looked a little uncomfortable.

“Nah. Listen here, you see, I think if we had not met under these circumstances I think I wouldn't have talked to you. I am a little...put out by your beauty and grace. I know a guy like me doesn't have a chance in hell with a catch like you...but I like to dream that I do. So please just humor me this once, Doc.”

“Kiba...I doubt we would have met. I spend very little time away from here. So, it's doubtful you would have met me at all.”

“Maybe at the grocery store?” I was fishing, I knew that, he knew that.

“No. I have my groceries delivered. I am much too busy to grocery shop.” He shook his head, amused.

“Hmm...well, suppose that I delivered your groceries, then. What would I have to do to impress you?”

“I am not easily impressed, Kiba. Delivering my groceries would be a strike against you any way.” He shrugged. I could see that he was enjoying this back and forth as much as I was.

We sat in silence for a few moments before I spied my leverage. “Okay, say we met at the art supply store and I am looking at some paints and inks, what would I have to do to impress you, Doc?” I asked leaning in closing some of the space between us.

“Well, suppose we meet there. I would say that your choice of paints and inks would be a starting point. I can usually tell the amateurs from the passionate artists by what they select. Supposing you did select the right ones, you would have to ask me out.”

“I see.” I placed my hand on the table and leaned a little closer with a few scant inches between us, “You know, Doc, I don't see us meeting outside of here, which is why I guess I am grateful for this place.”

Sai leaned forward and I could feel his breath on my lips, “You have no idea how grateful I am to have met you, Kiba. I know this is unprofessional...but, if ever you get out of here, I'll definitely look you up.” With that said he closed the distance and kissed me for all he was worth. I have to admit, I was certainly wrong about this day...

A.N: Okay, I know this sounds like a cliff-hanger. That's because it is. This is actually a sample of a story that is in the works. So look out for that multi-chapter fic coming at you soon.