Little Romp (Kiba X Kankuro)

Kiba snorted through his nose and dropped onto the branch below him, crouching and looking over his shoulder once more before letting out a sigh and taking off through the woods. Ok - so, he wasn’t supposed to be out. He was supposed to be waiting for his mom. His sister had been in Konoha when he’d come back from the mission with Shik and them, but his mother had not. She’d promised to be there soon, and warned him not to go off and do anything stupid until then. That had been weeks ago - and he felt fine now, so if she was going to take her sweet time, he was going to go out and have some fun. What harm could a little romp do?

Besides, all of Akamaru’s little female friends were really starting to make Kiba’s nose ache. Leave it to his dog to get all the bitches. Not only that, but they were all in season too. He hated that smell, he always had. Sure it made his stomach do flips, among other things, but it drove him crazy. Why the hell did females have to broadcast it like that? It made him uncomfortable to be around any female when she was in the mood to mate. Even the human ones did it subconsciously. Males did it too, he supposed. He’d met a couple of guys that had a particular scent to them during the mating season, but it had never made him sick like the scent of females. So, maybe he wasn’t supposed to be with females. That would fly real well with his sensei, not to mention his team mates. Well - he imagined Hinata wouldn’t mind much, but he could just see Shino’s face, and then, of course, all the strange uncomfortable silences and looks.

“Damnit.” He muttered to himself. He was thinking too hard on the subject - he was out for a little romp to clear his head, not to give him headaches.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he dropped out of the tree and skidded to a shaky stop on a muddy bank. He was just outside the village of Konoha, this way he was still somewhat within his boundaries, but he was now far enough that the noise and the damned females weren’t getting to him as much. Also - cats made him sneeze during his season, the females anyway.

“Damnit!” He shouted again, reaching up to rub his nose fiercely as if that’s where all the problems lie. He supposed it sort of worked like that - if he couldn’t smell, maybe it wouldn’t bother him as much. But who was he kidding? He shook his head a bit and stood up, removing his jacket. His chest plate followed, accompanied by boots and pants tossed unceremoniously to a heap on the forest floor, leaving him in a simple mesh shirt and tight black half-boxers.

He reached down and touched the bandages wrapped over his side - the doctor said it was healed over completely, he just had to take it easy. Swimming was easy. He shook his head and ran a hand through his messy hair as he crouched down, then took a flying leap into the river in front of him with a shout.

Yeah - cold water and a waterfall - just what he needed.

“Woo!”

Bugs. Why, of all things, did it have to be bugs? Now, Kankuro was used to little things getting into his puppet’s crevices and not coming out for weeks; grains of sand were hard to clean out of yourself, let alone wood joints - but at least they didn’t move! They couldn’t crawl deeper! He shivered, even though it was quite warm out. Those disgusting maggots still gave him the creeps whenever his mind chose to bring them back up. He scowled bitterly. His fight with Shino seemed like forever ago, but he was somehow STILL finding insects in his poor Karasu’s joints. He plucked one more from under the cuff of the elbow and sighed. He was tired of this, it was so tedious and it seemed no matter how hard he tried he never really managed to get them all out anyway.

He turned his head and leaned back on his hands, his puppet crumpling into his lap, sprawled out lazily. Kankuro regarded him for a moment with a slight ‘tck’.

“Don’t look so tired,” he griped to his puppet, “it’s not like you’re the one doing all the work.” He looked back up at the sky and closed his eyes. He sat on the river bank, his bare feet dangling in the water. The top half of his outfit hung from his waist where he had tied it. There was at least one downside to looking ‘Dark and Mysterious’ - it was damn hot. His wild brown hair was revealed and it appeared that only part of his face paint was applied. His chest was only covered by a sleeveless mesh shirt that came up tight around his neck.

He set Karasu on the ground beside him and leaned forward to dip a hand in the water. He carefully scooped up a handful of water and brought it out to run through his hair, causing it to pull back before springing up again almost instantly.

He paused and looked around for a moment with a bit of a smile: at least he was able to get away from his siblings for a while. Lately, he just couldn’t seem to get rid of them. Of course, making sure Gaara didn’t kill, well, everyone, was a full-time job, but he wasn’t getting paid for it anyway. He knew that he’d get a severe verbal lashing from Temari about it later, for leaving her to the formidable job alone.. Oh well. He really didn’t care what she griped about as long as he got a little peace to himself. Plus, there was this new attack he’d been itching to work out and for it he needed a little space.

For now, however, he decided to just sit for a while and enjoy the quiet. It didn’t really occur to him, as he began swinging his feet in the water absently, that anyone who didn’t know him well, just might not recognize him as he was.

Kiba popped out of the water and let out another excited shout, smiling wide enough to showcase his fangs. Yeah -this was just what he needed. He could already feel the cool water working it’s magic, cooling him down to a point where he just about forgot the smell of the females back home.

He chuckled and took in a deep breath - then stiffened and froze. There was someone near by - a scent on the air that he couldn’t quite place. Something deep in the back of his mind told him it wasn’t something to be too worried about, it was a vaguely familiar scent, but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly made it familiar.

He took a breath and sunk just under the surface, pushing off the bank and shooting around a slight bend in the river, bringing him closer to the waterfall, and further from Konoha. He made a dive for the river-bed and touched down with his hands, turning in the water and crouching like a frog before kicking off and rocketing to the surface.

He let his eyes adjust and shook them clear of water as he began scanning the nearby banks for the slightly familiar scent - and spotted a figure sitting in a small clearing.

“Oy!” He shouted, lifting an arm to wave. It probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but his mind was put at ease by the lightheaded feeling the season gave him, and the fact that he knew that somehow he KNEW that smell. Then he spied the puppet. His eyes grew wide and he raised his eyebrows. Puppet? There was only one shinobi he knew of that fought with puppets - puppets that looked like that, anyway.

“Kankuro?” He sputtered, reaching up to scratch his head as he paddled towards land a little. He paused and gave the boy a look-over curiously, smirking a bit. It was amazing what difference a few pieces of cloth and make-up could make.

It slowly began to occur to Kiba that Kankuro was not only out without his siblings, but his puppet was out as well.

“’s wrong? You training?” He snickered.

Kankuro cursed to himself. Some ninja he was! How could he not have heard the ‘intruder’ until now!? Especially when he was shouting and whooping like he was! He must have been lost in thought, thinking about the past, about his siblings, his memories tended to put him in a state that was anything but alert to the world around him. He would have to work on that. Here in particular. While they were now technically allies of the Hidden Leaf Village, he knew that with what they had tried to do there were some enemies around - people tended to hold grudges when you allied with the ‘Big Bad’ and tried to take down their village.

As Kiba popped out of the water he fairly jumped to attention, crushing grass beneath his wet feet as his hands curled into their respective fight positions - cocked at his sides. It took him a few seconds to realize just who it was who had interrupted his solitude, and he relaxed a bit, moving to sit back down, though it was clear he was wary and alert.

He gave a light scoff and shook his head.

“Uh, Kiba, right?” He said, raising an eyebrow for a moment, feeling uneasy about letting someone he knew so little about see him so revealed - like a magician’s trick caught in the middle of an illusion. He hid the feeling as best he could, however, and attempted small talk: Something he didn’t get to engage in that often. Temari was ok to talk to on occasion, but around Gaara, Kankuro noticed they were both very quiet - around Gaara everyone was very quiet.

“That bug guy,” Kankuro continued, looking over at Karasu and jerking a thumb in the puppet’s direction, “I’m still finding his damned maggots in Karasu.” He added, unsure for a moment why he was even talking to the feral shinobi, eh, he didn’t have anything better to do.

Kiba snorted and swam towards the bank, pulling himself out without a second thought or much space between the two, as if he and Kankuro were good buddies.

“You mean Shino? He’s handy when it comes to mosquitoes and fleas, but that’s about it.” He chuckled, though he knew he didn’t really mean it.

He cocked his head to one side and reached out to poke the puppet, sniffing at it curiously. Of course, he also took in a deep whiff of Kankuro and froze on the spot. His nose twitched and his eyes slid to something of a half-lidded smirk.

Kankuro smelled.. Exotic. Like spices and wood.

He shook his head to clear it but there was definitely a flush to his cheeks as he pulled away. Damn - what a time to be thinking about mating. At least he wasn’t with those damned females - but wow.. He really felt it now.

Why couldn’t it go back to being an annoying little twinge in the back of his mind!? Damnit!

Kankuro could not help but stare at the other boy as he continued on and moved closer, as if they’d known each other forever. He felt a spark of annoyance. Who did Kiba think he was? Not only interrupting Kankuro in his few moments of quiet, but approaching him while he was vulnerable, without his mask so to speak - and he didn’t even seem uncomfortable.

Kankuro felt a slight swell of semi-relief as he remembered he did still have some markings on his face, those around his eyes and one, almost like a small and angular, upside down goatee curving around his chin and fading down his upper neck a bit.

He turned his head as Kiba pulled himself onto the shore and began to nose around his Karasu. He felt a muscle in his eye twitch and, with his unseen hand he twisted in his fingers and gave a slight pull. The puppet’s hand jerked and batted Kiba away before falling again. Kankuro smiled.

“Yeah, Shino.” He said distractedly. He had taken a good look at Kiba for the first time and was a bit taken back. There was certainly more to the boy than he’d thought. The huge jacket he normally wore hid a toned torso and his short hair was soaked and plastered to his forehead. Something about the way he moved made the sand-nin shiver. He ignored it.

“Watch it. Karasu doesn’t like curious strangers.” He joked dangerously.

Kiba gave Kankuro a strange look as he pulled back from Karasu and cocked his head to one side.

“He doesn’t, eh?” He chuckled, leaning over to peer at the puppet again. He made a face and snarled at it. “Does it have a name?” He asked, looking up at Kankuro with a very strange expression as a thought occurred to him. Perhaps Kankuro’s puppet was to Kankuro like Akamaru was to Kiba.

Akamaru.

Kiba sighed and ran a hand through his hair, sprinkling water over his shoulders as he realized he was still drenched. He stood up and held up a finger to Kankuro as if to say ‘hold on a minute’. He then proceeded to bend over, and it happened in an instant. The shudder seemed to pass through him like a wind, and it sent water everywhere. He smiled and messed with his hair for a moment before sitting back down on the back, next to Karasu, and grinning at Kankuro innocently. He smirked, baring his fangs, and took in another breath.

Ok - that was it. The boy smelled good, but if Kiba kept breathing him in like that - he was really gonna lose it. He could already feel his stomach flipping, his skin tingling, and there was that - um - itch below. Damned mating season.

Kankuro was slow at replying, rather unused to anyone taking an interest in his puppetteering. Sure when he was little it was a novelty. He was a genius of puppet theatre even as a small child, and with his use of controlling chakra, it was even more amazing. However as he grew, as Gaara grew as well, he and his hobbies were more or less ignored.

His reply was stopped abruptly, however, as the other boy stood. Kankuro barely had time to wonder what he could possibly be doing when it came - a pelting wet shower. It was cold, and just enough in quantity to make him uncomfortably damp.

His look of shock slowly faded into a mischievous scowl and even a light smile.

“His name,” He continued, twitching his left hand again and turning his right low by his side so it could not be seen. The puppet stood behind the two boys silently, poised in a kneeling position, palms raised a few feet behind Kiba’s back, “is Karasu.” Kankuro smirked and gave his fingers a quick jerk. The puppet thrust his palms forward directly into Kiba’s back, effectively shoving him back into the water.

Kankuro paused and smiled, and then, he started to laugh. He thought it would have been merely payback for that little shower he received, but for some reason it was REALLY funny. He found quickly that he couldn’t stop laughing and it felt - well - great! He hadn’t felt like this in years.

Kiba let out a shout as he hit the water again and snarled a bit as he came back up. Spitting out water he paused for a moment, listening to Kankuro laughing, and his expression softened. Wow. He had - a really nice laugh. Kiba couldn’t hold back a smile.

He eventually felt his competitive streak kick in again, and he took a breath, diving back under the cool water. He kicked off towards the shore and let his hands slid up the bank until they found Kankuro’s ankles, plopped into the water again just moments ago. He smirked and wrapped his fingers around thin bone, giving a hard yank.

He kicked away from the shore and popped up as Kankuro hit the water, and laughed himself. He put a hand on his side as he felt a slight twinge, but continued laughing anyway.

Wow. Kankuro smelled.. Even better when he was wet. Kiba’s eyes grew wide as he felt another strong pang below his waist and his shorts became very, very tight.

Kankuro had no idea why such a simple little prank was so funny - perhaps because his pranks had stopped a long time ago and it felt good to use his skills again for fun. His laughter was cut off rather abruptly, however, ending in a short yelp as he felt a tug on his feet. His eyes flew open as he felt the water rush up over him.

He’d been .. Pulled in!? That brat had pulled him into the river!

He felt an immediate indignant anger rise within him and he quickly surged to the surface. He popped out of the water with a scowl as his hair began dripping in his face, a strange feeling to say the least. He quickly grabbed for the bank to hold himself up, seeing as how he came from the desert and wasn’t a good swimmer. Granted he could probably keep himself from drowning if it really came down to it, but he didn’t care to test the theory just yet.

Kiba’s own laughter made him pause and he felt his anger dying against his will. Kankuro had always loved to hear laughter, and Kiba - the way he laughed.. It was as if his passion for life could be embodied in sound. Kankuro smiled despite himself and shook his hair out in a slightly more leisurely way than his companion had.

Kiba began rubbing his knees together under the water, his erection an immediate annoyance. For some reason nothing Kankuro did was helping the situation. The way he scowled, then stopped as his anger seemed to ebb away. The way he smiled and shook out his hair - and his scent. His amazing scent. It was like nothing Kiba had ever tasted - he.. Wanted to taste.

He stiffened for a moment then pushed forward until he was just a few feet from Kankuro, treading water. A blush spread over his cheeks, looking as if the red marks on his face decided to bleed sideways. He closed his eyes and suddenly leaned forward, dragging his tongue along the side of Kankuro’s face as he reached out and grabbed the older boy’s upper arm softly.

Pulling back he looked up at Kankuro sheepishly, knocking his knees together again.

“Y-you smell.. Really good.” He whimpered.

Kankuro had started to laugh again, not yet pulling himself from the water, and was about to admit that Kiba had gotten him, and that he should watch his back - when Kiba swam closer, a strange look on his face. And then Kankuro’s expression froze, calm all except for his eyes, which had grown to twice their size in his shock.

Had .. Had this boy just… licked him?

He felt the breath knocked from him though he received no physical hit. Something about the way Kiba acted, like a coyote in heat, like an animal. He felt his own breathing speed up even as his mind yelled at him to keep calm. Just seeing the blush spread across the leaf shinobi’s face prompted a heat to rise to his own cheeks.

‘Damnit!’ He thought to himself. ‘If I’d had my ‘mask’ on this wouldn’t be so damned embarrassing!’ He continued to yell at himself in his head.

He felt strong fingers on his upper arm and considered pulling away but, for some reason, did not. Surprise held him fast.

“Wh-what?” He asked incredulously, though his voice was soft as if he could not force the air to
pump out words.

Kiba paused and cocked his head for a moment, trying to interpret Kankuro’s reaction.

“Oh, sorry.” He muttered before leaning forward and kissing Kankuro softly. Maybe that would be
better. He often forgot that not everyone was from his clan, and thus not everyone had the same strange customs. Maybe he’d offended Kankuro by licking him. He hadn’t meant to.

He really wanted Kankuro now though, having tasted him, having moved suddenly so close to him, and the thought made him start to pant as he pulled away from the kiss, mouth open and fangs bared. He couldn’t help but tilt his head forward again, his nose brushing the older boy’s neck as he took a deep breath and let out a small noise. Yes. Spices - he smelled of spices and something else.

The whole thing made Kiba’s body tingle.

He let out a small whine and pulled back to look Kankuro directly in the eye, trying to gauge a reaction as he leaned in for another kiss.

Kankuro creased his eyebrows as Kiba apologized then immediately kissed him. What the hell was going on!? Kankuro, of course, wasn’t completely clueless, he knew what the other kid was doing to him, was making him feel, but he would have been content to ignore it, he usually had to. The sand Shinobi, in fact all of the sand villagers, tended to keep emotions to themselves. In that respect Kankuro had always felt stifled - he’d found other was to outlet his feelings. This, however, was entirely new to him. True he’d felt this urge before, but became quickly resigned to please himself. A frequent habit his sister expressed her disgust for. Hell, it wasn’t his fault she was nosy. If she kept out of his business when he told her to she wouldn’t have to know that he- Wait! What the hell was he thinking? At a time like this his mind was wandering - his mind… was at ease enough to wander.

This felt right enough so that he was only slightly uncomfortable, only slightly on edge. But - he should be gone.. This shouldn’t be happening, should it?

Well - why not? Who cared what he did, after all!?

He stared at Kiba for a long time before speaking, and his voice sounded strange and foreign when he finally did.

“You are strange. Not like a man at all.. More like.. An… an animal.” He said, voice trailing off. It was almost as if he could feel the vibrations from Kiba’s body through the water. Maybe it was the mere strange sensation of being submerged.. Maybe it was loneliness.. Maybe it was boredom… but whatever the reason, Kankuro did not speak again, but leaned forward instead and returned the other boy’s kiss with his own rough, intense version, unpracticed and untried.

Kiba was pleasantly startled by not only Kankuro’s vocal response, but his physical one as well. He was returning Kiba’s kisses and advances - thank the Gods! Kiba hated doing this alone.

He tipped his head up to accept Kankuro’s kiss and moved closer, bumping his thin torso into Kankuro’s side, his erection momentarily brushing Kankuro’s thigh. The sensation made Kiba whimper and whine again.

He’d - never done this with another person before.

The thought hit him like a bullet. He’d been around it all his life, with the rest of the clan, with the dogs, he knew more about it than most kids his age. He’d been taught very young, it was just commonplace in the family, but he’d never ventured this far before. He’d never met anyone he wanted to do it with. But Kankuro just seemed - perfect.

Kiba tilted his head as he broke the kiss and knitted his eyebrows together. What a strange thought. He barely knew the sand shinobi, but nothing about it seemed wrong to him, which, of course, probably could have been attributed to the season.

Kiba found he really just didn’t care anymore, and reached out to splay his hands on Kankuro’s chest, his nails brushing over the boy’s wet skin.

Kankuro felt the sensation of Kiba’s erection against him quite acutely and blushed a little deeper as his own body responded in kind. The lean fingers against his chest only made him shiver, and the pulsing between his legs became almost painful.

Quite suddenly, as he felt one hand slip from the bank in his passion, a jolt o fear hit him.

“Uh!” He gasped, snapping out of his lustful trance for a moment. “No. Out of the water.” He breathed in command. “I .. Cannot swim very well.” He added much more sheepishly, his commanding tone all but gone.

Kiba paused and for a moment looked at Kankuro in a way that was not human at all, more like a predator sizing up competition than anything. The moment soon passed however and Kiba smiled slightly.

He moved forward and pinned Kankuro to the bank before letting himself sink a bit, setting his hands on either side of the boy’s waist, and pushing off the bank with a small grunt. The force of his push was enough to send both boys out of the water, effectively landing Kankuro on his back on the bank, knees bent over into the water, Kiba crouched over him with his erection pressing visibly against tight black boxers.

He continued to pant heavily as he dropped from the balls of his feet to rest on his knees, easily straddling Kankuro. His mouth split for a second time into a smirk but soon softened into a thin line over his fangs. He leaned to lick gently at Kankuro’s neck as his hands yet again found their way to the ninja’s chest, nails snapping over the links in the mesh.

Kankuro blanched as Kiba looked at him strangely for a few seconds, but the look seemed to be gone as quickly as it had come. It had a profound effect on Kankuro, however - for a split second, Kiba’s eyes.. They were a predator’s eyes.. Just like…

Kankuro found himself frozen in place, putting up no resistance as they were both pushed to the shore. He had felt those eyes before. Of course, these were not the same .. But even a hint of such desire was enough to make him shiver, his blood running cold. It was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from his body.

He felt his breathing continue to speed up, making his chest ache slightly. Their skin was so close - Kiba’s hands were running up his chest. It felt amazing, like the relief he’d never gotten to experience. He closed his eyes, barely able to hold back a moan.

But wait - he was on his back. He paused. Something in his mind told Kankuro that that was not a good thing.

Kiba tilted his head slightly to look down the length of Kankuro’s body, one of his hands moving up to the neckline of the mesh shirt over his companion. He turned his hand and immediately rapped a nail against the shirt, and began tearing downwards, ripping the shirt effectively in two and leaving a small red line down the center of Kankuro’s torso. Not enough to break the skin, but just enough to sting.

He finished with the shirt and used his hands to slide it off to the side, hunching his back a bit to lick the mark he’d just made with his nail. He writhed a bit against Kankuro’s thighs, his penis throbbing against his clothes.

He shot up to a sitting position and pulled off his own mesh shirt quickly, after pausing to wonder why removing the mesh was so important - it really didn’t inhibit anything.

He let out a slight growl and started this hands for Kankuro’s pants.

Kankuro thought about protesting, he wanted to, his body - his pride - told him to scream at the other boy for just assuming he would be uke, but , for some reason, he couldn’t even will his mouth to work properly.

He took in a small hiss of breath as his shirt as sliced open and his chest fully revealed. He felt his own arousal push painfully against his wrap-like undergarments.

Something about the way Kiba looked at him, the fact that he wound up uke, however, caused the puppet master to take action, almost as if he was challenged. He wanted an active role in this too after all.

He reached forward just as Kiba had done and grabbed the waistband of the other boy’s underwear, pulling it out and over his erection before sliding it down and over his hips.

Kiba shot forward with his mouth open as Kankuro’s hands reached for his waist, but he stopped and snapped his mouth closed just inches from Kankuro’s arm as the sand-nin pulled down his pants, and let out a small moan through clenched teeth.

He shifted his weight by bending one leg up to his side and pulled free the rest of Kankuro’s outfit as well, leaving them both bare and wet. He considered shaking himself dry again, but it was helping him stay cool and in the middle of the day that was a good thing.

He paused as his eyes fell over Kankuro’s lower half and a strange smirk crossed his lips as he turned, bending towards his crooked up leg, and lowered his head to lick gently at Kankuro’s thigh, very, very near to his erection. It was a teasing thing to do, he knew that, and so he continued long strokes up the boy’s thigh, his chin just barely brushing Kankuro’s penis.

Kankuro jerked his hand back as Kiba nearly bit him. He was much more like an animal than any man he’d ever met, and something about that drove him wild with passion. All the and villagers were so stoic all the time, they had nothing inside, no passion for life. They went about battle the same way - all except for his little team. They all fought with a kind of wild abandon not seen in many of their people. This expression of emotion in his partner reminded him of that, that wonderful spark. For when the sand people did show emotion, it was usually explosive, and this certain fit the bill.

He felt himself freeze, mouth hanging open in a silent moan as Kiba’s hot tongue trailed up his leg, teasing his pulsing erection in a horrible way. He cringed in pain and pleasure, in need of release.

In response he lifted a hand from his side and shot it out, grabbing Kiba’s erection in his hand. He moved his fist along and around the leaf nin’s penis, unsure of what to do with someone else, just going by what felt good to him.

This time Kiba didn’t stop himself and he clamped his jaw down over Kankuro’s hand with a smirk, pulling away to instantly grab both of Kankuro’s wrists with one of his own hands, holding them securely to Kankuro’s chest. He tilted his head down shortly after and took Kankuro’s erection into his mouth. He wrapped his tongue around the length and began to suck gingerly, not quite knowing what people did in these situations, but figuring any time of strong sensation would feel good all the same.

He began to slide his tongue up and down as Kankuro had been doing with his hand, and found he enjoyed the light salty taste which began to fill his mouth.

This time Kankuro did begin to protest, but his words were cut short before he could get out anything coherent.

“Ki-uh!” He gritted his teeth as he felt a sharp pain in his hand and yanked it back instinctively. It was immediately grabbed, however, along with his other wrist, and forced to his chest. He struggled, not liking where this was going at all, but all his energy seemed to redirect as hot lips engulfed his erection.

He squirmed and his back arched, his struggling becoming half-hearted as his toes curled and his knees bent slightly. He had no choice but to give in to the desire.

Kiba gave something of a deep chuckle, a sound which made his thin chest rumble as he listened to Kankuro, then felt him stiffen an react. He finally lowered his lifted leg, resting his knee down in between Kankuro’s thighs. As he continued to please his partner he slid his leg a little further up, leaving him in a more ready position when Kankuro finished.

As he closed his eyes and focused in on what he was doing he realized that this was definitely a taste he didn’t expect. Sure a few moments ago when he realized men smelled sweeter to him then women he figured he might end up with one, but he could have never imagined it was like.. This.

His head began to bob slightly as his instincts spurned him on, making him suck harder and bare his fangs, his teeth meeting briefly, lightly, with the skin around Kankuro’s erection.

Kankuro could safely say that he had never felt anything like this in his entire life - it was amazing. He forgot almost completely about being on the bottom as Kiba continued to move his lips over his penis, his little fangs causing him to shiver and twitch ever so slightly in pain. Most of it, thankfully, was pleasure.

He clenched his fists against his chest, still not happy with the fact that his arms were pinned to him. He pulled outward, breaking Kiba’s distracted one-armed hold, something about not being able to use his arms was unsettling for the puppet master. He did not, however, use his new-found mobility to attempt to stop his partner, but merely clutched the grass beside him on the bank.

Heh.. Grass.

It seem that even the surroundings were exotic, to him at least.

He hardly noticed as his legs were spread a bit and Kiba shifted positions, he did, however, feel a sharp heightening of his reactions, now aware that he would soon climax. He felt the pulse beneath his skin, it was insistent.

Kiba let out a slight whine as he heard Kankuro’s fist in the grass, something about it made him shudder. To know that he was having that sort of effect on the sand-nin. He slowly released Kankuro’s other hand, seeing no point in holding it now, and slid his palm down the length of Kankuro’s body, marveling silently. It was very well-hidden under his clothes, it was a shame. What almost appeared to be chub was actually fully developed, and beautifully toned muscle.

His hands moved past Kankuro’s hips and locked themselves under Kankuro’s knees in preparation. Kiba wanted it to be sudden - the climax and then the penetration, he didn’t want to give Kankuro time to react.

Kankuro, despite his impressive control, could hold himself back no longer. This boy was doing things to him he had never experienced, had never even come close to by himself.

He felt his body pitch forward in an arch and with a final pulse, he came, head thrown back, eyes closed, both fists now clutching desperately at the wet grass beside him.

As he felt himself complete the release he hit the ground roughly, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, tried to process what had just happened.

Kiba’s eyes grew wide. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but it was certainly surprising. He pulled away with a slight gasp, clenching his teeth as he swallowed deeply, though his tongue still burned and his mouth still felt sticky.

He shook his head, knowing he shouldn’t linger much longer, and pushed Kankuro’s knees quickly up enough to give him room. He tensed and positioned himself as quickly as he could before springing forward and entering the sand-nin.

He let out another gasp, a small trail of cum and blood leaking down his chin. He tried to breathe as he fully penetrated Kankuro, but became lost in the sensation. He wasn’t quite sure why the tightness felt so good, it definitely felt like he was going somewhere he shouldn’t, but it did, it felt amazing.

He dropped his hands to either side of Kankuro, slipping off the boy’s wet legs easily. His nails dug into the grass as he tried to pull forth the willpower to pull back out.

Kankuro would have gasped, he would have screamed, hell, even a moan or a murmur would have expressed something of the pain and sheer surprise that he felt, but it seemed that all the air had been forced from him at once and he could not make a single noise.

His mouth flew open and his head was thrown back, hair spraying the ground behind him with stray water droplets, eyes squeezed painfully shut.

He wanted to ask, to demand to know what was going on, a moment ago he was at the height of pleasure and now - so much pain, and so suddenly! Had he been right of mind he would have been able to figure out exactly what was happening. As it was, however, he was too stunned to react at all.

Kiba finally managed to gather his thoughts enough to slide out of Kankuro, only to find that he couldn’t pull out completely before the urge for re-entry swelled up and he thrust back in again. His rhythm continued like this, every time he nearly pulled out he hissed and pushed back in. He’d never - this was just.. Too much.

His head fell forward, connecting with Kankuro’s stomach as Kiba let out a moan, finally tasting the blood on his lips, but he couldn’t have cared less.

His speed began to pick up as his close proximity to Kankuro just gave him deeper whiffs of the boy’s intoxicating smell. He didn’t last nearly as long as his companion, and quickly reached his orgasm.

He tossed back his head just beforehand and let out a high pitched howl which lasted through the height of his climax.

Kankuro couldn’t have prepared himself for the feeling that was to come even if he’d had the time.. Which he hadn’t.

The arch to his back was painful, it curved of it’s own will and he felt it crack. His fingers curled into the grass, twisting against the green shoots. His chakra, enhanced by his passion and pain, fairly radiated from him. Karasu, lying nearly ten feet away from the pair, began to twitch and shake before falling back to the ground limply.

Kiba’s howl was deafening and far away at the same time and as it faded Kankuro’s body finally began to relax, collapsing back to the ground with a small thud. His throat began to ache slightly as he found he could do nothing but gasp for breath.

Kiba collapsed against Kankuro’s body, panting heavily with his eyes squinted closed and his body tingling. He’d gone out to get away from the hospital, to take his mind off the females, to avoid his sister’s scolding and the absence of his mother. He’d managed to stumble into Kankuro, loose control, and now this. What next?

He opened his eyes slowly and lifted his head to look at Kankuro, reaching up to rub the back of his hand over his own mouth and wipe the liquids onto the grass with a slight hiss.

He scanned Kankuro’s face for a moment, the animal instincts were slowly being replaced by the brash, slightly shy boy.

“D-did I hurt you?”

Kankuro barely heard the other boy at first, allowing a few minutes for what he’d actually said to sink in. He wanted to scream: Yes! That hurt like hell! - but he shut his mouth, his pride preventing him from admitting such a thing.

“Uh.. No.” He said, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat and managed to prop himself up onto his elbows. He felt more vulnerable than ever uncovered like this, but it was kind of .. Nice.. Sharing his real self with someone else. He let out a slightly nervous laugh.

“So, uh, what the hell just happened?” He said in a half-joking kind of way. After all, their little romp was quite sudden.

Kiba pushed himself into a sitting position between Kankuro’s legs, resting back on his haunches, though they shook slightly.

“Um I-I don’t know.” He admitted after a moment, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, a blush over his face. He looked up to meet Kankuro’s eyes and smiled softly. “But I liked it.” He whispered, moving forward to kiss Kankuro again, his lips tasting like blood.

Kankuro managed a strange sort of smile. He had liked it too.. He had liked it a lot, but he couldn’t admit that, no, he still felt uncomfortable talking about things like that, he was still of the sand after all.

He simply smiled after Kiba pulled away and nodded.

He paused then, brows furrowing and licked his lips, looking at Kiba confused for a second before realization dawned.

“Hey, you’re hurt.” He pointed out blankly.

Kiba cocked his head to the side and smirked a little.

“No, not anymore.” He panted, moving to sit on his rump. “The nurse said I had a clean bill of health- it’s probably just going to bleed for a little while longer.” He reached down and touched the bandages on his side.

Kankuro scoffed a bit and moved to lean back on his hands.

“Still, you should be careful. I saved your ass big time.. And I don’t want you dying on me now.” He smirked. This Kiba kid was alright.