Hands of the Puppet Master (Baki X Kankuro)

Just a bit of a 'duh' - I hate Baki. I dunno why, exactly. I mean, in some of the latest chapters he's stuck up for Gaara like he cares, but I dunno - I just despise him... So keep that in mind... Heehhe

Also - Loki and I are pedophiles - and who better to target than sweet, six year old Kankuro?

Also - for time period reference. This takes place in a sort of alternate universe Loki and I created. In the recent episodes Gaara is in some serious trouble, and unable to wait for the final say (dead or alive) we came up with an alternate universe, a plausible way to bring him back should he die in the series... And - that'll be written too, eventually. But - this takes place just a few hours after Gaara comes back to life.

The small med room was dark, barely any light spilled through the glass around the latern on the table - it was dying, and would be out shortly. The window was open, of course, but the moon was barely a sliver of it’s self, and shed no further light across the bare room. Where there should have been the beeping of a heart monitor, or the pleas of a loved one, there was nothing - only the steady rise and fall of a young man’s chest, the scratchy sound of pained breath. The Konoha ninja had been called home, and with repairs to make to the village, there was no time to visit in between shifts. Gaara was, as he always had been, alone.

Baki slowly cocked his head to one side as he stepped into the room, looking from one corner to the next. It wasn’t his turn to watch the Kazekage, Kankuro had insisted that Baki not be permitted with Gaara alone in fact, but putting a little crushed flower into Temari’s drink had taken care of Gaara’s guard. All Baki had to do was say Temari got drunk, passed out, and out of the goodness of his heart he’d taken over her shift. It left him until sunrise with the boy in any case.

He couldn’t keep a vicious smirk from his face as he walked towards the sleeping shinobi, scanning the lithe body under the sheets eagerly. Of course he was terrified of Gaara - he’d always been terrified of Gaara - but it didn’t stop his wanting. He’d had his fun with Temari and Kankuro, until the baka had learned to fight him off, but he’d never had the courage or the stupidity to try with Gaara - until now, of course.

According to the med team Gaara was out, and would be for a few days at least. Coming back from the dead wasn’t something they were experienced with, but judging by the fluctuating state of his chakra, the repairs his body was trying to make on itself, a few days was the best the could give him from what they understood of his predicament.

Baki pulled the stool over towards the bed, sitting near the middle and smirked again as he tilted his head to look up at the sleeping boy’s face. Yes - even though he was a monster he still held the face of an innocent. The very thought of it made Baki’s mouth water.

He slowly lifted his hand, slipping it deftly under the blankets at Gaara’s hip, taking special care to watch the young Kazekage’s face as he slid his hand over the curve of Gaara’s waist, laying it just at the band of his tattered black pants.

Not so much as a twitch from Gaara. Baki continued.

He slid a few fingers under the hem, brushing the standard loin cloth concealing a part of the shinobi Baki never thought he’d see or touch. He tried desperately to keep quiet as his fingers brushed over Gaara’s length, tickling just above the tip.

This, however, did stir something in Gaara. The boy tilted his head slightly to one side, face contorting as if he were drawing his eyebrows together. His lips parted - he whispered something.

Baki cocked his head to one side, holding his hand still, though it still lingered on the boy’s penis. He leaned forward a bit, tipping himself out of the stool and stroked again, listening carefully this time to Gaara’s scratchy voice.

“… Lee…”

It angered Baki perhaps more than it should have. It didn’t really mean anything - just because he had a crush didn’t mean he wasn’t still innocent.. But for some reason it sent his composure out the window.

He slid his hands under Gaara’s member and leaned over the boy from the bed, his own stomach and pulsing erection pressed against the railing as he thrust a finger into the Kazekage, watching with deranged glee as the boy stiffened under his hand, his head tossing lightly from side to side and a small noise escaping his lips. Baki himself wasn’t able to keep quiet any longer as a light blush spread itself over Gaara’s cheeks. Ah, if only he knew.

Kankuro had found her in the hallway, propped up against the wall. She had looked as if she was asleep, sitting, arms draped on her inturned knees, head tilted down to touch her chest. She was breathing evenly and peacefully.

He’d stood there, arms crossed with a scowl and called her a baka. She had obviously fallen asleep on duty. But still, something about that struck the middle sand shinobi sibling as odd, that was completely unlike Temari.

He had looked over.

The door was shut just as it had been when he’d left. Feeling suddenly alarmed, Kankuro leaned in close to his sister, but was immediately relieved to feel her breath on his hand. She was still breathing, but not aware of anything. He tried several times to rouse Temari, to no avail.

Stepping back, he took quick assessment of all that was around. Immediately, he spotted an empty tea cup beside her chair. He knelt and picked up the cup, bringing it close and sniffing the remaining contents. He scowled.

Someone had slipped her something…no doubt to get to Gaara.

He touched Temari lightly on the side of the neck. She was alright, just sleeping. What was more important right now was getting to his brother. His scowl deepened and with a single hand seal, he was gone in a swirl of sand.

The room was dark but since Kankuro had been there just hours ago for his watch, he knew just where he should conceal himself. What he saw as he appeared in the deepest shadowed corner, however, almost made him lose his composure and give himself away.

Baki. The bastard.

Kankuro felt his blood boil, eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. Silently, he reached up and pulled on Karasu’s wrapping to loosen him and then, with another hand seal, the puppet was gone from his back. Kankuro wasted no more time.

“Kisama.” He hissed at his sensei, stalking out from the darkness like a panther. “Take your filthy hands from him.”

Baki started, but remained cool and collected as only a practiced shinobi could. He tilted his head to look at Kankuro with a snarl, though his hands did not move, instead he slipped another hand under the blanket and then under Gaara’s shirt, resting his hand against the Kazekage’s chest as his breathing began to change due to the pressure and pain Baki’s finger caused.

“You don’t frighten me, Kankuro-kun. I have waited too long for this. You’ll keep your mouth shut and behave like a good little chuunin if you know what’s good for you.” He snarled, slipping another finger into Gaara as a sort of unspoken challenge, never taking his eyes from Kankuro even as the Kazekage made another sound and shuddered.

Kankuro took another cautious step forward and stopped, making it clear he was coming no closer. He knew that Baki would be killed if it were discovered that he had assassinated the Kazekage, but he also knew that there would be no great effort to try and catch him if he were able to escape.

He might take that chance. Plus, all Kankuro needed was a little time.

“You lecherous old man. What’s the matter, can’t find someone that’s conscious that will let you fuck them? Have to resort to half dead boys?” His fists clenched at his sides and he tilted his head forward, giving his eyes a vicious, shadowed look. “ I said get away from him before you hurt yourself. Even when he’s unconscious you probably couldn’t keep up with him…”

Baki narrowed his own eyes in response, even though just the one could be seen.

“I’m just treating your niichan to the same privileges I treated you and your sister too. And just look at the difference it made, hmm? Maybe if I would have gotten to him earlier, things would have been different, eh, Kankuro-kun?” He growled, voice low like a predator, but still didn’t move his hands. “Just be glad I can’t give him exactly what I gave you - but, you liked that anyway, didn’t you?”

~~~~~Years Earlier~~~~~

Baki leaned against the column, watching Kankuro mess with his puppets in the distance. The palace was empty save Baki and the three siblings, again. The Kazekage had been pulled away and left Baki in charge, and as was per usual when the Kazekage left so did everyone else in the palace. It was not a fun place for anyone to be, and if they didn’t have to be there, they weren’t.

He shifted his weight slightly, feeling a warm crease in his pants rise as he noticed with a smirk how well Kankuro used his hands. It was something he’d picked up on earlier too. He turned away, crossed his arms over his chest, and stepped out into the boy’s shadow.

“Ahem. What exactly are you doing down here, Kankuro, when you are supposed to be studying upstairs with Temari?”

Kankuro cursed under his breath as he managed to tangle one of his chakra threads yet again, and then paused, looking around to make sure no one had heard him.

He smirked, he was alone.

He often came out here, out past the courtyard to work on his marionettes and to practice his jutsus with Karasu. It was a bit awkward for him at this stage in his training since Karasu was much bigger than he was. It took a good deal of concentrated chakra to make him move. And one had to be skilled to keep the threaded channels of chakra that flowed from the fingers separate and untangled.

With a sigh, Kankuro flopped down cross-legged and with a few flicks of his fingers and a twist of one wrist, the strands of energy were freed. He smiled and stood up again, his face showing his effort as he made Karasu stand as well.

A few beads of sweat trailed down his temple as he began to go through a routine that he had only recently begun to include his puppet into. All the moves Kankuro was supposed to do, he had decided, Karasu should be able to do too. His wild lightish brown hair flew around him as he spun, his simple tunic and sandals fluttering in a light breeze as he moved his arms and legs, making Karasu do the same with twists of his fingers.

The puppet’s movement was slightly jerky, but complete nonetheless. The 6 year old Kankuro was breathing hard by the time he came to the middle of the exercise whereas, he could usually finish the whole thing without being too winded. Just as he felt like he might be able to only get through a couple more moves before his chakra wore out, a voice behind him made him jump. The chakra streams from his fingers evaporated and Karasu collapsed on the sand, now lifeless.

Kankuro spun around with a start, looking frightened only momentarily before putting on a scowl.

“I’m studyin’ !” He protested, crossing his small arms over his chest. “I don’t need to do none o’ that stuff, I know it already.” He said, lying through his teeth. Of course, he just didn’t want to do it, more interested in practicing with his newly acquired partner.

He turned over his shoulder then, as if just remembering he was there and knelt down beside Karasu, brushing the sand from his joints.

“Man…you made him drop ’im….now I gotta clean him all over again…”

Baki clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and stepped further towards the boy, letting his eyes drink him in. He shook his head and reached out to put a hand on Kankuro’s shoulder.

“You don’t talk back to your sensei like that, Kankuro-kun… And since you so obviously don’t need to study, how about a pop-quiz?” He growled, trying to reign in his excitement. “A combination of physical and mental defenses?”

Kankuro, for a moment, was frightened, the look in Baki-Sensei’s eyes was something he’d seen briefly before, but not so close, not directed at him. He swallowed hard and stood up, forgetting momentarily about Karasu.

Something about the idea of having his skills tested balanced out his fear with a bit of excitement. He swallowed any doubt he felt and nodded confidently. This was his chance. Everyone always seemed to pay more attention to his little brother Gaara then him or Temari. But Temari was really smart, so she was able to steal some of that attention back…Kankuro always felt a bit left out. Not that he minded being left alone to amuse himself…but getting praise every once in a while would be nice too.

He stood up straight, putting on a serious face and nodded.

“Hai Baki-Sensei! I’m ready!” He said with enthusiasm, though his heart was pounding in his chest. He spread his legs in a fight-ready stance.

Baki wasted no time and used a sneaky attack to tackle Kankuro to the ground almost instantly, pinning the boy’s hands to his back as he straddled him. He leaned close and snickered.

“Not the kind of defense I meant - not really. We’re enemies, and we’re past the fighting part - you’ve lost and you’re now my prisoner. I am a shinobi skilled in sound manipulation, so any sound you make from this point on will give me the answers to my questions.” He hissed, his voice almost like a purr as he leaned down towards the young boy’s ear, his crotch beginning to tingle and throb. “Torture is a frightening thing, Kankuro, but you’ve got to keep up your defenses… Not a sound - just think of the village, what would happen to them if you were to give away our secrets, mm?” He chuckled lightly to himself and trapped both of the boy’s hands in one of his own, his fingers wrapping around Kankuro’s wrists. He used the other hand to find the hem of Kankuro’s shirt and slid his fingers up the boy’s back lightly, tracing the thin lines of muscle which were already becoming toned and defined.

Kankuro was taken completely by surprise, the wind knocked from him as he was pinned without warning, to the ground. He felt the sand beneath him painfully grate against his cheek as he coughed and tried to get air back into his lungs, all the while listening to his sensei talk about the strange training exercise.

Torture?! Did he really say torture…? Kankuro blanched. He was only 6, how could he stand up to being tortured? But as Baki spoke, he remained silent.

The man’s tone always made him a bit angry. He set his face with determination and nodded as best he could in his position. He would not make a sound and pass the test.

He tensed his muscles, bracing himself for whatever kind of torture his sensei had in mind for him. His brows knitted, however, as he made a strange face as he felt Baki’s callused hand slip under his shirt and up his back. He wanted to ask if it had started yet. Wanted to find out what kind of things would be happening to him. And for some reason, he was starting to really want to ask if he could just go and study with Temari instead. But he stayed quiet through his confusion, determined to get a little recognition…maybe even from his father. Eyeing Karasu a few feet from him, he smiled. Yeah, he could do this.

Baki almost expected Kankuro to fight back, to shout or say he didn’t want to go through with the test, but he was pleased and suddenly excited when the boy seemed to give in. He was 6 - Baki had been around him practically his entire life… the boy was undoubtedly a virgin.

He idly wondered if Kankuro would be able to keep himself quiet as he slid his hand down the other way, down past the boy’s hips as he shifted his own weight, then slid his hands to the front of Kankuro’s thighs, slowly starting to bring them back up towards the boy’s crotch.

Gods - he didn’t care at this point if the boy screamed to high heaven.. Who would stop them? Yashamaru!? Laughable. The bastard knew not to get in Baki’s way. Temari wouldn’t leave the study.. And Gaara was - well, Baki didn’t know… but he seriously doubted the monster would be stepping in to help his sibling any time soon.

He had to restrain himself from making any noise as his fingers suddenly made contact with the crotch of Kankuro’s pants. He applied a bit of pressure, letting the boy know exactly where his hands were going.

Kankuro squeezed his lips into a thin line as Baki’s hands started to move over his body, no doubt searching for his weak spot. Kankuro made a face to himself as he idly wondered where that was. He thought it was funny that he didn’t know where his own weak spot was.

As Baki started to slip his hands around the front of Kankuro’s body, he froze, every muscle in his body stiffening. He began to get a horrible, sinking feeling in his stomach, but he tried to ignore it. Something was strange about this, something was different. The way Baki touched him…it didn’t feel like torture…but somehow it felt wrong altogether. He considered yelling at him to stop, but bit his tongue. No talking…not a sound. And suddenly, a pressure against the crotch of his pants between his legs alerted the 6 year old shin obi in training where Baki would concentrate his torture.

He tried to stay silent, but a short gasp broke free as he felt Baki’s large hand against him, covering his entire crotch with his palm. He felt a heated blush rise in his cheeks and neck as the older shinobi’s touch made his penis throb and tingle. He then felt the pressure exerted by Baki’s hand returned as he involuntarily pushed against him, growing hard , his pants getting a bit tighter.

Baki again had to bite his lip to keep himself quiet, marveling in the quickness with which the boy became hard, pressing against his hand - begging for it.

Why make him wait, mm?

He moved his hand up a little and then back down, this time inside Kankuro’s pants and undergarments. He let his fingers brush against the bare skin above the boy’s genitals, closing his eyes at the feel of it before letting his fingers wander down, over the boy’s length -which was impressive for a six year old.

He let his fingers tickle over the boy’s erection playfully, leaning an elbow into the boy’s back slightly as he tipped his head to try and get a glimpse of Kankuro’s face, knowing there must have been a marvelous expression there.

Kankuro shut his eyes and bit his lip to try and keep himself from crying out. A shinobi was supposed to remain calm in all kinds of situations, right? He tried to tell himself that, tried to be detached, like his father the Kazekage would be, but he could not help but squirm under Baki’s hand. On top of that, he felt a huge wave of embarrassment, having been told that what was happening was not appropriate in front of others.

He felt Baki’s hand move and this time, when skin met skin, Kankuro’s eyes flew open in surprise and he made a small noise like a whine as he began to squirm and fight feverishly, also renewing his efforts to stay silent, eyes shut tight, teeth clamped onto his lower lip.

Whatever kind of torture this was, he would get through it.

“Shhh shhh..” Baki muttered, hoping his voice didn’t give away his own feelings about the ’test’ too badly. “Don’t give anything away now, Kankuro-kun.” He breathed, turning his hand inward and wrapping it completely around the boy’s erection. It fit almost too perfectly in Baki’s hand and he couldn’t help but squeeze a little rocking his fist up and down softly, not really a full out hand job, but just enough to cause stimulation.

He shifted his weight and switched to use his elbow to pin down Kankuro’s hands, using his own free hand to slide the boy’s pants to his knees, revealing, much as Baki had suspected, a body which was slowly becoming a chisled fighting machine.

He would be this boy’s first… He squirmed a little inspite of himself and continued his rocking efforts against Kankuro’s erection feverishly - then paused. He should at least pretend to do the whole torture bit, shouldn’t he?

He quickly withdrew his hand and slid his arms up to Kankuro’s wrists again, this time pinning the boy’s arms on either side of his head on the ground, sort of blocking off Kankuro’s vision. He then used his knees to position himself between Kankuro’s knees, grinning viciously. He slipped the boy’s wrists again into one hand and reached down to free his own erection, laying his hand on the small of Kankuro’s back when he finished, watching eagerly for the boy to react.

Kankuro gasped again as Baki withdrew his hand, leaving him still erect and pressed against the sand beneath him…very painfully. He couldn’t help but let out a little ’uh’ of protest as his face contorted in pain.

He tried to move as best he could with Baki atop him to get into a more comfortable position, to no avail. He was breathing hard now, the sweat making some of his hair stick to his forehead along with the sand beneath him. He shook a bit now, from what he wasn’t sure. The heat, his low chakra, this strange torture… He awaited whatever might happen next with bated breath. He braced himself, but all he felt was a hand on his lower back.

Was the test over then?

Baki clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth at Kankuro’s small noise, but said nothing as he gently eased himself into position, and, in the same smooth way -without any sort of warning- he paused, then thrust viciously, suddenly and powerfully into the boy, rocking himself forward in the process as well.

He didn’t even try to hold in his groan as he was suddenly met with an intense tight sensation - the kind only something like this could give you. He used the hand on Kankuro’s back to hold the boy down and in place, directly on his erection until he felt the need to pull out. For the time being he rocked slightly, moaning again.

Kankuro quite suddenly felt like he was on fire from the inside out. He opened his mouth, but nothing, at first came out. His body rebelled, against the new, horribly painful sensation by arching itself, trying to move away.

About halfway through his silent scream, Kankuro found his voice again and a piercing cry kicked in, tears springing to his eyes and streaming down his already heated, flushed face. He clawed at the sand with his restrained hands and threw his head to the side in an effort to pull away, only succeeding in creating a sand-burn scrape across his cheek. He felt his body shake violently as he fought to keep his eyes open and remain conscious through the pain.

Baki had many ’problems’ when it came to sex, he didn’t really get into the whole bondage and torture thing, but for some reason having Kankuro under him, screaming and writhing in pain, only made him more aroused.

He let out a deep chortle and pulled out violently before thrusting back in again, digging his nails into Kankuro’s lower back. He decided he wanted to see what the boy would do, and so he released Kankuro’s wrists, bringing both hands down to hold the boy’s waist as he began picking up a steady rhythm, each thrust sending him as deep into the boy as he could manage.

The tightening sensation was amazing as Kankuro tried to struggle and free himself from the intrusion - Baki only hoped he kept it up, at least for a little while longer.

Kankuro almost didn’t realize that his wrists were no longer being held, he was in such pain. As he moved them involuntarily, however, he found that they were free.

Kankuro tried to compose himself enough to use his new found mobility and finally, began to push at the ground in an attempt to throw Baki off, or get clear from under him. Of course he was nowhere near strong enough to do either, but he struggled nonetheless.

As he became slightly less paralyzed by the pain, Kankuro mustered his energy, balling one hand into a fist. He curled it in front of him in preparation then, threw it backward as far as he could, just hoping he would get lucky and hit his sensei with it. He felt in a panic now, test all but forgotten. Plus, Baki never said he couldn’t fight back, just that he couldn’t make noise.

Baki started as Kankuro’s fist was suddenly thrown in his face and managed to dodge just in time to not be thrown from the boy, though he took a nice smack to the face. He growl and tightened his hands on Kankuro’s waist, pulling the boy to his erection instead of the other way around, and held him in place, digging his fingers into the boy’s skin.

Hitting his sensei? Who did this boy think he was?! Kazekage?! Baki snarled again, a small trickle of blood making it’s way down his chin from his split lip.

Kankuro felt the punch connect but Baki was still on top of him and he could hardly move. He laid his head down in the sand, unable to hold it above the ground anymore. As he turned his head a bit, he spotted something he’d almost forgotten about.

He thought briefly about the test, would he fail if he did what he was thinking? Something inside him said that that just didn’t matter anymore.

With one hand, Kankuro reached out across the sand, letting his hand lay, as if it were just to hard to try and reach any further. He began to move his fingers a bit. With his last bit of chakra, Kankuro was able to get Karasu to stand and dash forward, one fist extended. He closed his eyes and hoped he had good aim.

The puppet’s clenched fist connected solidly with Baki’s jaw, effectively knocking him from Kankuro’s back.

Baki was too busy relishing in his defeat of the boy too notice the puppet until it was too late. He hit the ground and rolled for a moment before catching his composure and standing, buttoning up his pants and grabbing Kankuro roughly by the hair, tilting the boy’s head to look up at him.

“Fine, baka. You might have knocked your attacker off - but with that scream you gave him enough information to slaughter the village. You can’t do anything right.”

~~~~~Present Day~~~~~

Baki snickered a little, noting a bit of hesitation in Kankuro’s step, perhaps he was lost in old memories? He twisted his fingers a little, earning a barely audible cry from Gaara.

Kankuro worked his fingers, just barely at his side and stole a sidelong glance at his partner’s hiding spot, he was the only one really able to see Karasu’s subtle movements.

“Now, now Baki Sensei.” Kankuro said, pulling his mind completely back to the present, forged with new confidence and new resolution. He was not the little boy he used to be and he would not let Gaara be put through the same thing Temari and he had to suffer for years.

“You are breaking one of the number one rules of being a shinobi, aside from molesting your students of course.” He said, surging forward suddenly and grabbing Baki’s left wrist, the arm that was applying pressure to Gaar’s chest. He used all his strength to push his sensei’s hand up and away from his brother, while his other hand gave a sudden jerk.

From out of the shadowed corner, Karasu came flying, grabbing Baki from behind, holding him with one set of arms across the chest. With another arm, he pulled Baki’s hand carefully out of Gaara.

Baki snarled and turned to look over his shoulder at the damned puppet before trying to wrench his hand free for a kunai and glaring at Kankuro.

“You still using the same damned puppet to do all your work for you, Kankuro?” He retorted, though suddenly aware of just how badly he’d let his guard down. “You’re just jealous.” He growled. “You’ve always been jealous of Gaara, for one reason or another. Temari too for that matter. You just don’t measure up.”

Kankuro paused. He couldn’t help but think to himself how badly that kind of comment would have effected him when he was younger. He really never thought he had measured up to his siblings.

But now.

Well.

He could care less what a no talent pervert had to say about him.

He turned and had Karasu pull Baki into the middle of the room. Letting go of his hand, Karasu held him still as Kankuro stepped back. He looked at him in the eyes and smiled a bit.

“Hm. Fuck you.” Was all he said, cocking his fist back and letting it fly right at Baki’s jaw.