D/s Naruto

Chapter 49 (Sunday 17 June 2007, afternoon)

Kankurou lay on his side on a chaise lounge by the pool watching Shino swim laps. His pool was too small for him, really. He exploded back and forth, flipping under the water, hardly getting into his rhythm before hitting the other wall. He’d been doing this for twenty minutes now and showed no sign of stopping. Part of Kankurou hoped this was just showing off, but looking at those muscles and the ease with which Shino flew through the water, it didn’t seem likely.

But then abruptly, Shino popped up out of the pool, standing naked save for the wet leather collar in front of Kankurou. The reclining man could only stare up at that perfect body dripping with tattoos and water, his hair rising up wildly above his head, reduced to silence at his fierce masculine beauty. Shino stooped to slide on his sunglasses—they’d found them this morning, when they’d finally come out of the bedroom, set neatly beside Kankurou’s and Shino’s wallets, cellphones, and keys on the kitchen counter. Shino’s boots and Kankurou’s sandals had been drying by the door out to the pool.

“You’re burning,” said Shino, picking up the suntan lotion and nudging over Kankurou. But before he could pour some on his hands, the sound of doorbell came through the open French doors.

“Ignore it,” said Kankurou, and Shino spilled some lotion into his hands and began massaging it into Kankurou’s chest.

“Are you sure you aren’t a Maori sea god?” asked Kankurou after a minute or two as Shino smeared lotion on his arms.

“Yes,” was all Shino said.

The sound of rattling and cursing came from the side of the house. Someone had just tripped over the ladder on the side of the house. Both Kankurou and Shino leaped up and ran towards the noise. They burst through the bushes into the side yard, and Kankurou dove at the first figure coming towards them.

“No, Master,” cried Shino just as the intruder cursed, saying, “Shino, Jesus Fucking Christ, I thought you were fucking dead! You’ve never blown us off like that!” Then both Kankurou and Kiba froze. But it was Kiba, the one in running shoes, shorts, and t-shirt who looked silly, as he put together “Master” and the sight of his friend in a collar.

Akamaru who had knelt down as soon as they had run around the side of the house, started barking and crawled around Kiba to head over to Shino.

Shino knelt down, ignoring his friend, saying, “I’m sorry, Master, I forgot I was supposed to go running with Kiba. Down, Akamaru,” he added with less dignity as his friend head butted him, yapped, and licked at his elbow.

“You’re forgiven,” said Kankurou grinning, “now get up and introduce me to your friends.”

“Ah, Kiba, this is Suna Kankurou. Master, this is my closest friend, Inuzuka Kiba, and this unruly dog is Akamaru, who I believe is telling me he’s very happy for me.”

“Hey, sorry to have stolen away your friend. Instead of a run, how about a swim since you’re here now? Or, maybe a game or two of naked badminton?”

Akamaru set off on his hands and knees through the fairy duster bushes, making Shino laugh.

“Can I get him a bowl of water, Master?”

“Sure, why don’t you get us all something, whatever you want, nothing off limits.”

“Thank y—“ Kankurou pulled Shino in for quick kiss, then released him and abruptly smacked him on the ass.

Shino went, without another word, knowing exactly what Kankurou was doing. He’d have done the same once. Kankurou was trying to make clear he belonged to him, was his to kiss, his to hit, his to feed, his to order around.

He smiled at the sight of Akamaru rolling on the sand. “Here, boy, come on, this way. No, don’t go in the pool with your knee pads on, come in the kitchen with me.”

On the other side of the fairy duster bushes, Kiba was apologizing. Kankurou cut him off, saying, “Hey, I’m glad he has a good friend. He’d agreed to stay until Tuesday morning, so let me give you my home number, so you can call here if there’s a crisis or whatever.”

After entering the number, Kiba said in an impressed voice, “Till Tuesday? Damn, you’re a miracle worker. He’s never been with anyone longer than a night since, ah, well—“

“Since his dog died?”

“Yea,” agree Kiba, relaxing.

“But it’s not really been longer than a night, yet,” said Kankurou, frowning. “Any advice? I really want him to come back after Tuesday,” admitted Kankurou.

Kiba laughed, saying, “Fuck, this a Shino I’ve never met before. Just keep doing whatever you’re doing. So, I guess you’re cool with the tats? And the Ph.d?”

It was Kankurou’s turn to laugh as he and Kiba pushed their way past the fairy dusters. “Those are part of Shino. Who could object to either?”

“Well, there’s a number of subs that were put off by both, and it’s a secure dom that doesn’t care his sub has a better education—or, well, a higher educational degree than him.”

“He must never have swum in front them,” said Kankurou. “It’s hypnotic, and when he rises up out of the water like a god of the sea, fuck, you’d have to be dead not to be rock hard. If you'd showed up ten minutes later, you’d have gotten a show.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Yea, he can swim, but his hair frizzes out like it is now, looking like crap,” said Kiba.

At this point, Akamaru could be heard barking, and Kiba and Kankurou watched as Shino set down a bowl for him. Though they both looked at Shino bringing over a tray with three glasses of ice tea to where they were standing on the other side of the pool, they weren’t seeing the same thing. To Kiba, it was just his friend, lamentably naked with his hair looking trashed. To Kankurou, it was an exotic warrior striding towards him, a captured prince, a walking work of art. As he walked the bugs seemed to move on his skin, as if they were crawling over him, worshipping him.

Kiba turned to Kankurou, who was oblivious to anything but Shino. Oh, the Suna was sure hot for teacher, he thought and grinned. But Kiba’s head turned as Akamaru leaped in the water with a splash. Watching his dog play, he himself soon had the same absorbed look on his face. Kiba ignored the ice tea, tugging off his clothes and leaping in the water.

“There’s a volleyball in a milk crate under the bar, I think,” said Kankurou watching them play.

Shino got up and got it, jumping in the water with it.

“Hey, Akumaru, get out of those clothes,” ordered Kiba. “Naked volleyball, Kankurou. Akamaru and I are going to kick your sorry asses.”

“Oh, yea?” said Kankurou getting up and plunging in. “Then I guess you guys want to take the deep end of the pool.”

“No problem, eh, Akamaru?”

Akamaru barked his agreement, and completely naked now, leapt back in the water on the deep end.

“Here,” said Kiba throwing the ball to Shino, “You guys can serve first, too.”

And humiliatingly, despite Kankurou and Shino being stronger and more fit, Kiba and Akamaru slaughtered them. They had a teamwork that was uncanny and never smashed into each other or left one side of the pool undefended as Shino and Kankurou did.

“Dammit, we lost because we’re starving, famished. Let me grill us up some burgers, and then we’ll cream you, right, Shino?”

One of Shino’s eyebrows rose up over his shades, and his mouth twisted in a way that suggested he doubted that might happen. Kiba laughed obnoxiously. But Shino was already out of the pool, heading for the kitchen, and Kankurou followed him in. He found Shino pulling out burgers from the freezer and setting them on the counter. Kankurou spun him around, pinning him against the refrigerator, kissing him in the way that made Shino feel weak and needy. “I need you, I need to fuck you so bad,” whispered Kankurou, groping and grinding into Shino.

“Then offering to make lunch and play another game wasn’t a good idea,” pointed out Shino, even as his hands clung to Kankurou, and he rubbed his erection into his lover’s.

“I’m an idiot,” agreed Kankurou as he rubbed back.

“Quick jerk off,” suggested Shino.

“Yea, yea, then food, then we kick their asses in the pool, kick them the hell out, and fuck like crazy,” said Kankurou spitting on his hand and reaching for Shino’s cock.

“Yea,” agreed Shino, doing the same and grasping Kankurou’s erection.

They kissed, their hands working frantically, soon Shino cried out, his hand tightening on Kankurou as he came, his cum flying up between them, spraying Kankurou and the floor. Kankurou shifted his hand to wrap around Shino’s and soon he too shook with pleasure, shooting cum on Shino, the refrigerator, the cupboard next to the refrigerator, and the floor. They kissed, rubbing together, feeling their cum smearing and dripping between them.

“Damn, we made a mess,” said Kankurou, panting a little.

“Hey, guys, we have to go,” came a shout from Kiba from the living room, “so rematch some other time, ok? Hana called, and she needs us to move some crap for her. Don’t bother to come out.”

“Ok, bye!” shouted Kankurou, sighing with relief. He looked down at Shino, a little puzzled as to why he hadn’t yelled out a farewell to his friends. But Shino had begun licking his chest clean. Kankurou put a hand in his hair and jerked his head up, kissing him. The taste of their cum in Shino’s mouth turned Kankurou on, and he once more pushed Shino back against the refrigerator, plundering his mouth. Using their own cum as lube, Kankurou coated his fingers and penetrated Shino, fingering him as he kissed him until Shino was begging to be fucked. And he soon was, hands braced on the edge of the counter as Kankurou drove into him from behind, his big freckled hands reaching around Shino’s body to pluck and play, touching and teasing.

By the time they got around to cooking, the hamburgers were completely defrosted.