The Puppet Master
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The Puppet Master
Title: The Puppet Master
Author: Hoshino Masako (that'd be me, ya'll.)
Summary: Sasori and Kankurou's fight takes a new turn.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): SasoriXKankurou
Feedback: PLZGIVEME. I'm kidding, I'd love it if you did.
Characters: Sasori, Kankurou, um...Karasu? ^^
Author’s notes: Yeah so well...xD Bwah. I just think they'd be interesting. =P I have lots of random couples to write, but they're one of the more interesting ones. ;D Warnings that this is somewhat non-con-ish and BDSMish...=_= And...poor Kankurou. I luff him and want more Kankurou yaoi. xD
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or anything relating to such. This is a non-profit fanwork.
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Kankurou growled towards his opponent -- a form that appeared to be a puppet . It walked towards him slowly, his hands moving a little as his puppet moved with him. Its eyes glowing from the body as they seemed to be scanning Kankurou’s form. Kankurou growled, knowing this man as a puppeteer, and known for his infamy in Suna.
“Coward,” Kankurou mocked, “won’t even show your real face to me.”
An amused noise came from behind the puppet shaped mask that he wore. “So, Kankurou-san, you wish to see my face? The face of Sasori of the Red Sand?”
Kankurou jolted his fingers so Karasu moved, the poison needle protruding from his throat stuck at Sasori’s. “Hai, I wish to see the face of the man who caused Suna so many horror stories and so much pain.”
Slowly but surely the puppet form started to fall to the ground as the pieces were pulled off of Sasori’s head and dropped, starting to reveal the form that was underneath all of the fake body. Kankurou froze when he saw this, but after a moment of observing the face before him, he withdrew his puppet. Sasori looked like a child to Kankurou. So this is what the monster looks like…Kankurou realized.
Sasori’s hair was pale colored and he had dark circles around his eyes which were very similar to the ones his younger brother wore, although they weren’t there for the same reason Gaara had his. He smiled a bit and his finger twitched, his puppet moving to rest behind him and he withdrew his charka strings.
“Kankurou,” Sasori said. His voice sounded different from early, it was low, and somewhat musical. “Perhaps you would like to see my body as well?”
The Sand Jounin growled under his breath and pulled Karasu to him, the puppet relaxed and Kankurou’s own charka strings seeming to withdraw, his other two puppets there also relaxed in the same pattern. “What are you implying?” he demanded.
“You are attracted to me…” Sasori said with a smirk, “to the fear that I invoke within you…” His hands moved to the top of his jacket that signified him as a feared member of Akatsuki, and worked on undoing it, allowing it to drop to the ground moments later. What was underneath it, caused Kankurou to realize what had made this man gain a name like ‘monster’. His puppet-like form was a testament of the things he would go through to preserve such a young age.
Kankurou took steps back away from Sasori, seeing the other puppeteer approaching him. The Sand Jounin’s breath got deeper and he stumbled, falling back as he tripped over a rock. Thin fingers wrapped around his wrist tightly, causing Kankurou’s arm to twitch in t he pain that was caused. Sasori flipped Kankurou onto his stomach, slamming him into the rock – which Kankurou knew, would cause his chest to be bruised. He also knew Sasori was very physically strong to have overpowered Kankurou like it was nothing.
Thin fingers traced down Kankurou’s back, and the younger couldn’t help but feel a heat rice in his lower body, but he attempted to will it away by moving and fighting until a sharp pain hit his leg.
Sasori leaned in to whisper in Kankurou’s ear, “They say the Scorpion’s poison is the deadliest in the desert.”
The reaction for Kankurou’s body to weaken was nearly instantaneous. His muscles weakened and his body relaxed onto the rock – giving him little to no chances to fight back now.
Sasori moved a knife over Kankurou’s black jumpsuit’s back, not only cutting the fabric but leaving markings on the skin. It would make the next steps of removing the clothing from Kankurou’s body easier. He was amazed how Kankurou seemed to have given up rebelling, save for the occasional twitch from his fingers, and after a moment he noted that Karasu was moving again and Sasori gripped his hand, nearly breaking his fingers. “You’ll regret that.”
Kankurou’s hands dropped and Karasu fell to the ground, and he watched the puppet, using that as a focus point to hopefully nullify everything that was going on. His mind was racing despite his body’s inability to do anything, and it was getting frustrating that his body didn’t seem to mind the unnaturally gentle touches that Sasori was giving him.
Finally, Kankurou found an ability to speak up. “I’m not one of your puppets,” although it came out as more of a mumble. He gasped when Sasori’s hand wrapped tight around his cock.
“Maybe,” Sasori said, “but in a way you are since you’re responding exactly how I want you to.”
Kankurou’s breathing became a quiet gasp, followed by a moan which he was reluctant to give because he didn’t want Sasori to know that he was enjoying the hand that was stroking him. It was a deceitful gentleness again, which in a way led Kankurou to believe that this was going to be a mostly painful experience. He was about to protest when Sasori shoved three fingers into his mouth.
Sasori moved his hand away from Kankurou’s erection and pulled the other’s hips to his own, propping him up on his knees against the rock still. He left him there as he moved the same hand to undo his pants and remove them from his body. Once he knew that he was undressed completely, he moved his fingers out of Kankurou’s mouth and moved them down his back, encircling his entrance for a moment before he shoved two finger’s into him, making the younger give a soft cry of pain, which seemed to be muffled by the fact that his voice was fading.
Kankurou’s thighs shook, feeling as though they were about to give out again but Sasori moved an arm around Kankurou’s waist to hold him up. His fingers were slowly moving in and out of Kankurou, not once pulling out completely though. He smirked when he heard the quiet sound of a moan escape the Sand Jounin’s lips, although it sounded as reluctant as his earlier one.
Without a warning, he shoved his third finger into Kankurou, and his knees did give out this time, lucky to have Sasori’s arm supporting him. After a few moments of moving his fingers around inside of Kankurou, he withdrew them, and Kankurou gave a sigh of relief.
“You think we’re finished?” Sasori asked. And with that Kankurou knew he wasn’t, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew they weren’t, and was glad about that fact.
Sasori smirked as he shoved his own erection into Kankurou’s body, and did it anything but gently. He moaned a little when he felt Kankurou’s warmth encircle him, and after a moment he started to thrust against Kankurou, in a way making it so each thrust was harder and seemingly more painful then the last.
Kankurou’s knees were shaking underneath him, not able to hold back another moan. He instinctively moved his hips back against Sasori’s, partially out of that he was enjoying this and partially out of wanting it to end sooner.
Sasori moved his hand to stroke Kankurou’s erection again, noting how the other seemed to have regained some power over his own body. Kankurou was in pain, mainly because his body wanted to release, but Sasori wasn’t letting him. He rocked back again, growling as he did to Sasori.
The growl made Sasori laugh a little bit, and he decided that he’d let Kankurou have what he could tell he wanted. Kankurou’s fingers curled up into fists as he attempted to grip at the rock when Sasori squeezed his cock hard in his hand, releasing all over the rock that they had been doing this on.
Sasori smirked and thrust hard into Kankurou again, the other’s body tightening around him had caused him to come after a few moments. He didn’t wait much longer to pull out of Kankurou and find his pants.
“You’ve seen my face and felt my body, are you happy, Sand Jounin?” Sasori said with a quiet laugh.
Kankurou made a noise from the rock, but his body seemed to have collapsed on it, not wanting to move anymore – partially from the poison, and partially from exhaustion. He closed his eyes as he collapsed onto the rock.
Sasori moved over to Kankurou’s puppets, “How irresponsible of him to leave you out,” he said with a sigh as he lifted up his foot and smashed them underneath it. “He will have to learn to be more responsible.” He moved over to Kankurou and tossed him among his puppet’s broken parts as he threw on his long cloak and moved to leave.
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That was fun to write, over all! Really! It was! =P I mean. =P Its kinda, odd...but xD well, they never showed their fight so why not fill it up with Sasori Smut. *cackles* =P
Author: Hoshino Masako (that'd be me, ya'll.)
Summary: Sasori and Kankurou's fight takes a new turn.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): SasoriXKankurou
Feedback: PLZGIVEME. I'm kidding, I'd love it if you did.
Characters: Sasori, Kankurou, um...Karasu? ^^
Author’s notes: Yeah so well...xD Bwah. I just think they'd be interesting. =P I have lots of random couples to write, but they're one of the more interesting ones. ;D Warnings that this is somewhat non-con-ish and BDSMish...=_= And...poor Kankurou. I luff him and want more Kankurou yaoi. xD
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or anything relating to such. This is a non-profit fanwork.
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Kankurou growled towards his opponent -- a form that appeared to be a puppet . It walked towards him slowly, his hands moving a little as his puppet moved with him. Its eyes glowing from the body as they seemed to be scanning Kankurou’s form. Kankurou growled, knowing this man as a puppeteer, and known for his infamy in Suna.
“Coward,” Kankurou mocked, “won’t even show your real face to me.”
An amused noise came from behind the puppet shaped mask that he wore. “So, Kankurou-san, you wish to see my face? The face of Sasori of the Red Sand?”
Kankurou jolted his fingers so Karasu moved, the poison needle protruding from his throat stuck at Sasori’s. “Hai, I wish to see the face of the man who caused Suna so many horror stories and so much pain.”
Slowly but surely the puppet form started to fall to the ground as the pieces were pulled off of Sasori’s head and dropped, starting to reveal the form that was underneath all of the fake body. Kankurou froze when he saw this, but after a moment of observing the face before him, he withdrew his puppet. Sasori looked like a child to Kankurou. So this is what the monster looks like…Kankurou realized.
Sasori’s hair was pale colored and he had dark circles around his eyes which were very similar to the ones his younger brother wore, although they weren’t there for the same reason Gaara had his. He smiled a bit and his finger twitched, his puppet moving to rest behind him and he withdrew his charka strings.
“Kankurou,” Sasori said. His voice sounded different from early, it was low, and somewhat musical. “Perhaps you would like to see my body as well?”
The Sand Jounin growled under his breath and pulled Karasu to him, the puppet relaxed and Kankurou’s own charka strings seeming to withdraw, his other two puppets there also relaxed in the same pattern. “What are you implying?” he demanded.
“You are attracted to me…” Sasori said with a smirk, “to the fear that I invoke within you…” His hands moved to the top of his jacket that signified him as a feared member of Akatsuki, and worked on undoing it, allowing it to drop to the ground moments later. What was underneath it, caused Kankurou to realize what had made this man gain a name like ‘monster’. His puppet-like form was a testament of the things he would go through to preserve such a young age.
Kankurou took steps back away from Sasori, seeing the other puppeteer approaching him. The Sand Jounin’s breath got deeper and he stumbled, falling back as he tripped over a rock. Thin fingers wrapped around his wrist tightly, causing Kankurou’s arm to twitch in t he pain that was caused. Sasori flipped Kankurou onto his stomach, slamming him into the rock – which Kankurou knew, would cause his chest to be bruised. He also knew Sasori was very physically strong to have overpowered Kankurou like it was nothing.
Thin fingers traced down Kankurou’s back, and the younger couldn’t help but feel a heat rice in his lower body, but he attempted to will it away by moving and fighting until a sharp pain hit his leg.
Sasori leaned in to whisper in Kankurou’s ear, “They say the Scorpion’s poison is the deadliest in the desert.”
The reaction for Kankurou’s body to weaken was nearly instantaneous. His muscles weakened and his body relaxed onto the rock – giving him little to no chances to fight back now.
Sasori moved a knife over Kankurou’s black jumpsuit’s back, not only cutting the fabric but leaving markings on the skin. It would make the next steps of removing the clothing from Kankurou’s body easier. He was amazed how Kankurou seemed to have given up rebelling, save for the occasional twitch from his fingers, and after a moment he noted that Karasu was moving again and Sasori gripped his hand, nearly breaking his fingers. “You’ll regret that.”
Kankurou’s hands dropped and Karasu fell to the ground, and he watched the puppet, using that as a focus point to hopefully nullify everything that was going on. His mind was racing despite his body’s inability to do anything, and it was getting frustrating that his body didn’t seem to mind the unnaturally gentle touches that Sasori was giving him.
Finally, Kankurou found an ability to speak up. “I’m not one of your puppets,” although it came out as more of a mumble. He gasped when Sasori’s hand wrapped tight around his cock.
“Maybe,” Sasori said, “but in a way you are since you’re responding exactly how I want you to.”
Kankurou’s breathing became a quiet gasp, followed by a moan which he was reluctant to give because he didn’t want Sasori to know that he was enjoying the hand that was stroking him. It was a deceitful gentleness again, which in a way led Kankurou to believe that this was going to be a mostly painful experience. He was about to protest when Sasori shoved three fingers into his mouth.
Sasori moved his hand away from Kankurou’s erection and pulled the other’s hips to his own, propping him up on his knees against the rock still. He left him there as he moved the same hand to undo his pants and remove them from his body. Once he knew that he was undressed completely, he moved his fingers out of Kankurou’s mouth and moved them down his back, encircling his entrance for a moment before he shoved two finger’s into him, making the younger give a soft cry of pain, which seemed to be muffled by the fact that his voice was fading.
Kankurou’s thighs shook, feeling as though they were about to give out again but Sasori moved an arm around Kankurou’s waist to hold him up. His fingers were slowly moving in and out of Kankurou, not once pulling out completely though. He smirked when he heard the quiet sound of a moan escape the Sand Jounin’s lips, although it sounded as reluctant as his earlier one.
Without a warning, he shoved his third finger into Kankurou, and his knees did give out this time, lucky to have Sasori’s arm supporting him. After a few moments of moving his fingers around inside of Kankurou, he withdrew them, and Kankurou gave a sigh of relief.
“You think we’re finished?” Sasori asked. And with that Kankurou knew he wasn’t, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew they weren’t, and was glad about that fact.
Sasori smirked as he shoved his own erection into Kankurou’s body, and did it anything but gently. He moaned a little when he felt Kankurou’s warmth encircle him, and after a moment he started to thrust against Kankurou, in a way making it so each thrust was harder and seemingly more painful then the last.
Kankurou’s knees were shaking underneath him, not able to hold back another moan. He instinctively moved his hips back against Sasori’s, partially out of that he was enjoying this and partially out of wanting it to end sooner.
Sasori moved his hand to stroke Kankurou’s erection again, noting how the other seemed to have regained some power over his own body. Kankurou was in pain, mainly because his body wanted to release, but Sasori wasn’t letting him. He rocked back again, growling as he did to Sasori.
The growl made Sasori laugh a little bit, and he decided that he’d let Kankurou have what he could tell he wanted. Kankurou’s fingers curled up into fists as he attempted to grip at the rock when Sasori squeezed his cock hard in his hand, releasing all over the rock that they had been doing this on.
Sasori smirked and thrust hard into Kankurou again, the other’s body tightening around him had caused him to come after a few moments. He didn’t wait much longer to pull out of Kankurou and find his pants.
“You’ve seen my face and felt my body, are you happy, Sand Jounin?” Sasori said with a quiet laugh.
Kankurou made a noise from the rock, but his body seemed to have collapsed on it, not wanting to move anymore – partially from the poison, and partially from exhaustion. He closed his eyes as he collapsed onto the rock.
Sasori moved over to Kankurou’s puppets, “How irresponsible of him to leave you out,” he said with a sigh as he lifted up his foot and smashed them underneath it. “He will have to learn to be more responsible.” He moved over to Kankurou and tossed him among his puppet’s broken parts as he threw on his long cloak and moved to leave.
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That was fun to write, over all! Really! It was! =P I mean. =P Its kinda, odd...but xD well, they never showed their fight so why not fill it up with Sasori Smut. *cackles* =P