Try It With A Puppet (Kankuro X Kiba)

Teehee. Some Kankuro X Karasu X Kiba for all yous sickos like me....


Kankuro pulled a sour looking face and continued to try and stare Temari down. It was true that she was older than Kankuro, but she had more self control then him! He really just needed some time to himself right now, and he was trying to tell her just that without giving away exactly what he would be doing. Most of the time he really didn’t care who knew about what he was doing, in fact there were times when he enjoyed the talk - but since they’d arrived back in Konohagakure, Kankuro had had enough of the disgusted looks. He didn’t want them from his sister too.

He growled as she opened her mouth to say something, his hands clenched in fists at his sides. He wasn’t really one to lose his control easily, but Temari really knew how to pluck just the right nerves. He reached out and gave her shoulder a light shove, backing her into the small hallway next to the bathroom on his side of their adjoining rooms before she could speak. The balcony was on his side of the room and she wanted to use it for training, or whatever, he hadn’t been paying attention to her rant, point was she barged in on him and expected him to give in.

“Temari, just - leave me be. I need some time.. Alone.” Kiso! He’d faultered! He’d hesitated on the last word just enough to give it away. He narrowed his eyes viciously as Temari shot him a repulsed look, realization dawning in her eyes.

“You’re disgusting.” She snarled, turning to grab her fan. Of course back home she’d walked in on Kankuro before and knew of his, unusual, sexual habits, and deep down Kankuro knew she was probably just jealous. He could tell she had a kinky side to her as well, but she’d be damned before she’d ever admit it - so she pretended to disapprove of it in him.

“Do whatever you want, just don’t make a mess, baka.” She said as she turned, ‘accidentally’ smacking her fan into his thigh as she strutted out through the door.

Kankuro slammed the door behind her, needing to feel that he’d at least tried to stand up for himself. At least that would keep her out of his hair for the rest of the night. Hell, she’d probably find herself another room to sleep in, in fear of hearing something. He chuckled absently.

Turning back to face the room he flopped down onto the bed, kicking off his sandals as he reached up to remove his hood and unzip his black outfit. He shrugged it off his shoulders while he stood up, letting it slip down his body to the floor. He stepped out of the long pants and headed towards the bathroom, but paused just as he reached the door.

Well, Temari was gone for the night.. Why not!?

He smirked in an almost vicious way as he walked back towards the bed, eyes landing on Karasu who was currently slumped in a chair next to the bed. Kankuro closed his eyes and focused his chakra into his fingers, making a connection through the space to his lifeless partner.

The wooden body sprung up and moved with the grace of a living person, if a bit serpentine, across the room. Kankuro’s fingers moved in a series of complicated woven patterns as the shinobi knelt on the ground, his smirk a wide grin now. With a final few expert flicks Karasu moved behind Kankuro, kneeling onto knobby wooden knees.

Kankuro reached over with one hand to hold Karasu up as he momentarily broke the connection to remove his boxers. His hands were jerky and almost frantic, the prospect of what he was about to do instantly making his crotch throb.

As his boxers slipped to his bent knees he re-established the connection and one of Karasu’s many hands slithered slowly around his waist and started down his exposed abdomen. Kankuro felt his body shiver as the lithe fingers slowly pressed their way into a patch of curly hair, due to some extra chakra molding Karasu’s hands were covered in a thin layer of energy, giving them a surprisingly human-like texture.

Kankuro shuddered again and Karasu’s hand jerked, one extended finger touching his penis and making him harden almost immediately, eyes closed in anticipation.


Kiba growled something to himself under his breath, not really sure what he was saying, he just felt the urge to mumble something as he walked out of the house. They didn't get it, did they? Kiso! He hated women.

He shoved his hands into his pants pockets, leaving Akamaru curled up on his jacket inside, on the couch.. the tattered old couch. His bad mood had started about a week ago, when someone said they'd seen his father running around near the outskirts of Konohagakure. Kiba was eavesdropping, as usual, and it seemed as if his father was trying to come in for a visit, of course the other pack wolves weren't taking it well - Kiba tried to pretend he didn't care. He never really knew his father, he left when Kiba was still a pup, but ... he was still Kiba's father, something in the young shinobi wanted desperately to see his father after all these years. When he'd voiced this to his sister, she'd laughed and walked out. His mother had said that it was impossible to believe his father had changed, and that he should just forget he 'heard' the conversation at all.

Kiba couldn't forget it. It lingered in the back of his mind, like the annoying feeling that'd he'd forgotten something important.

He sighed and took off into the woods at a nice, quick pace. The sand trio were staying in Konohagakure again - something about the Hokage and the Kazekage having talks about something traditional or something silly... Of course Gaara had brought Kankuro and Temari. Which was good for Kiba - good for Lee, Kiba imagined.

He took a moment to catch his breath and leapt up into the trees. He'd just finished training with Hinata, Shino and Kurenai-sensei, and he had been heading home to take a shower, but his mother and sister were there, talking about his chichi again.. Talking bad. Kiba just didn't understand why it bothered him so much. He didn't know for sure if the things they said were untrue, but he didn't want them saying them anyway.

He skidded to a hault outside one of the hotels, the one the sand trio stayed in last time. He looked around, luckily it was already really late and the streets were empty. No-one was around to see Kiba leap onto the second floor balcony, then up again and again to the fourth floor. He paused once more to look around and tried to peer into the room through the curtains.

He was about to knock and get it over with when he noticed a bit of the curtain pulled aside. Ahah!

He crouched down in a rather uncomfortable looking position and peered between the fabrics. He didn't really want to knock and have Temari answer - he didn't want to explain or make up an excuse as to why he was looking for Kankuro - so he took full advantage of the parted curtains.

He squinted a little, trying to make out the figure by the bed.... Figures... Wait, figures!? He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, maybe he should knock and take his chances with Temari? He paused for a moment, squinting a little more as he noticed that neither of the figures sported blond hair.

“Uh!” He gasped, leaning forward and smacking his forehead protector into the glass in the process. He recognized those figures! He fell onto his rump and reached up to rub his head, removing his forehead protector in the process. Kankuro really did use Karasu for more than just fighting!

His cheeks flushed a bit as he slowly gathered himself up, feeling his crotch beginning to tingle.. afterall, Kankuro was naked and prepped on the other side of the glass. He reached out and pulled his long nails down the glass, mimicking the dog 'let me in' scratch. He mussed up his hair a bit, made sure he looked decent in his mesh shirt, and pulled on the best puppy dog face he could.

“Oy! Kankuro!” He said in a bit of a whisper, tilting his head towards the door. He didn't even think to try the door and make a surprise entrance - since Gaara was staying in the hotel he figured the balcony doors would be locked as an extra security measure.

Kankuro hadn’t really heard the voice, but the thwap on the glass made him start and he and promptly lost his concentration. Karasu fell to the ground in a heap of arms and legs as Kankuro attempted to scramble to his feet, succeeding in falling on his rump with an undignified yelp.

He scowled in annoyance from his exposed position. It was below Temari to pull such pranks, especially since she was risking a glimpse of his ‘bad habits’ - however, some of the shinobi in Konohagakure he wouldn’t put it past.

He grabbed his boxers and turned towards his window, ready to yell at the idiot on his balcony, when he heard a familiar chuckle from behind the glass.

His face fell in surprise. He sighed and sat down on the bed, holding his boxers in his lap as he reached over and pulled aside the curtains. He scowled at the young shinobi looking back at him.

“Kiso!” He said after a moment, running a hand through his already dishevled hair. “Kiba-kun, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing out there?”

“Oh,” Kiba said, trying to stop his chuckles, “heh, sorry?” He finished with a shrug and a sheepish smile. “You’re - heh - not busy, are you?” He snickered, the blush still spread over his cheeks.

Kankuro paused for a moment, his face set in a deep scowl as he looked down at himself.

“Does it look like I’m busy?” The sand nin snarled, crossing his arms over his chest, knowing his throbbing erection would keep his boxers up.

Kiba tried desperately to keep his eyes on Kankuro’s, but they didn’t stay for long and soon gave him a full view of the sand nin on the bed. His blush deepened and he squirmed on his feet for a minute. Kankuro had one of the most amazing bodies Kiba had ever seen - and some of the men in his pack worked out 24-7 like Gai and Lee! It was something about how everything just sort of.. went together. It wasn't bulgy or ugly and sharply defined, it was soft and sometimes hard to make out.. but boy - just seeing Kankuro naked would have been enough to make Kiba hard.

At least now his mind was slowing down, leaving thoughts of his father behind for a while.

“C-can I come in?” He asked, his voice changing a little. Now he sounded sincere, cute and innocent - like he almost thought he would be told to go away because of his little intrusion.

Kankuro’s expression softened a little as Kiba continued to talk, that cute and naïve blush on his cheeks making the puppet-master almost squirm. He sighed in a resigned way, his concentration was broken for now anyway.

“Oh, alright, hai. You look pitiful out there anyway, gawking from the balcony.” His voice was harsh, but he smiled over his shoulder as he slid the window open. Maybe, he thought with a rush of energy through his crotch, things would get more interesting - if Kiba was interested.

He gave the leaf shinobi time to climb inside as he turned and pulled on his boxers, though it didn’t do anything to hide his arousal.

“Close it when you come through will you - it gets so damned wet and breezy here at night.” He mumbled as he knelt next to his wooden partner and arranged his limbs in a more organized position.

Kiba walked over and sat on the foot of the bed, laying his forehead protector on the floor at his feet after he made sure the little hole in the curtain was covered.

“How’d you manage to ditch Temari this time?” He asked, trying to sound nonchalant as he leaned back on his elbows on the bed. He looked away from the sand nin and let his eyes drift uncomfortably over the room. He forgot sometimes about the age difference between himself and Kankuro, and whenever he did remember he felt strange. He felt like he was still a pup, and it wasn’t a good thing. There was very little he hated more than sounding stupid and naïve in front of Kankuro, and somehow he always managed to. Sure he’d surprised the older shinobi once or twice during their ‘escapades’ with some of the things he did or knew, but it wasn’t always like that and more often than not he was the one being shock and upstaged.

Well - he wasn’t going to be naïve anymore!

He curled his nails into the blankets for a mintue, gathering the courage before opening his mouth again.

“I guess masterbating with a puppet is a unique sensation, huh? It’s not like with me and Akamaru, or like when it’s just me, it’s like - it’s you, but it isn’t.” He said, his voice trailing off as he tried to keep it up. Somehow it hadn’t sounded as grown-up as he intended it to sound.

He attempted to look over and meet Kankuro’s eyes, but he gave up and looked at the curtains. Maybe he was trying too hard.

Kankuro was busy messing with Karasu, and for a moment wasn’t sure he’d heard Kiba correctly. It sounded too straightforward for the pup - but there was a first time for everything. He leaned back a little and cocked his head to the side as he regarded Kiba.

“What?” He said, his voice carrying a light chuckle. As he studied the boy’s face he smiled, a mischievous smirk.

“Mmm, hai, it is.” He said, standing and looking down at Kiba with his arms crossed over his chest. “It’s nice to use a hand which isn’t your own.. Especially when you do it as much as I do.” He took a seat next to Kiba and moved his fingers discreetly at his sides. “It’s surprising, what it feels like, I mean.” He said as Karasu slipped up onto the bed behind Kiba.

The puppet moved one of his sets of hands down the young leaf nin’s chest in a seductive way as Kankuro continued to just smile.

“What do you think?”

Kiba had been too busy studying Kankuro with shock at the way he responded to notice Karasu, so when he felt the hands on his chest he started, his eyes becoming unfocused. He tilted his head to look at Karasu for a moment before looking to Kankuro in an unsure way.

His nails continued to bite into the sheets, ripping them a little mostly due to the shock of having the puppet suddenly behind him.

“Do-doesn’t it hurt?” He whined as Karasu’s fingers inched a little closer to his crotch. “I mean .. he’s made of wood..” He scanned Kankuro’s face gently, watching again for the playful smirk he hoped was coming - the smirk that, even as mischievous as it was, always calmed Kiba.

Kankuro did not disapoint and smirked knowingly. It was the obvious first question someone would ask of him, though before now, he'd told no one of his habits. And Temari was sure as hell not going to ask him any questions about it.

“No, not much at all. I've made a few, improvements i guess you could call them... “ He said as Karasu's hands wandered further down at his summons. “They almost feel like real skin.” He said as the wooden apendages slipped gently under the waist of Kiba's pants.

“Uh!” Kiba whined jerking again, though it was into Karasu. He winced one eye closed and pulled one corner of his bottom lip into his mouth.

He reached up shakily and touched the side of Karasu's face, making another slight noise. He'd always thought the puppet's face was kind of creepy, and touching it only reaffirmed his memory.

A thin layer of goosebumps spread over his skin and he shuddered a little, though he couldn't help but squirm a little at the fact that there were hands heading towards his penis, real or no.

Kankuro's smiled widened into a grin. Kiba wasn’t resisiting, not even a little! This was....well, this was better than he'd imagined it would be...much better.

With a few artful twists of his fingers, Karasu, without removing his hands, merely shifting them, was kneeling in front of Kiba. One set of hands moved up behind Kiba, resting on his lower back and curling around the hem of his pants, the other set remained in front, now gently pulling the pants downward as Kankuro gauged for a reaction.

It was always better to have a willing partner.

He, while still controling Karasu, moved to his knees on the bed and took the place his marrionette had occupied only moments before, behind Kiba.

Had the circumstances been any different, Kiba would have been flabbergasted at the magnificent way Kankuro was able to move his puppet, it was like they were really one person! But - of course, Kiba's mind had little room for thoughts of skill.

“Huuhnn..” He made another whine low in his chest and scooted back on the bed a bit, a bit less sure he wanted to do this as Karasu was suddenly in front of him, but his back hit the familliar warmth of Kankuro and he calmed again, tilting his head to lay under Kankuro's chin.

He let out a slightly breathy noise and curled one leg upwards to try and help the puppet remove his pants, since it obviously seemed to want Kiba bare.

Karasu seemed to renew his effort with more energy as Kiba moved to allow him easier access. Kankuro, for his part, wrapped his arms around the other boy and urged him backwards a bit, and up. It would be easier if they were both on their knees.

He caressed Kiba's chest with his fingertips as he moved them to control the last threesome participant.

Karasu let Kiba's pants fall to his knees and reached, with one hand, up his inner thigh, as he was now completely bare. An amazing sanding job, and a thin coating of chakra on the puppet's hands made them feel almost like suede, or real skin even. Karasu's fingers caressed Kiba's upper thigh and brushed his penis softly.

“Ah.. Uh!” Kiba moaned, though he really had been trying to stay quiet. Something about the sensation of Karasu's hands - it was.. so strange it was erotic.

He reached down and gripped one of Kankuro's wrists tightly, lifting the other in a shakey way towards Karasu again. He - he really liked Kankuro. Ok, so, he'd admitted to himself numerous times that he actually loved Kankuro, but hadn't really yet been able to say it, or really think it with Kankuro present... for some reason it just seemed to Kiba like it would be too.. childlike to say something like that to an older shinobi like Kankuro.. The point was, if he wanted to continue seeing Kankuro, he'd better get used to Karasu. Karasu was to Kankuro like Akamaru was to Kiba...

He locked his slitted eyes onto the face of the puppet near his crotch and shuddered a bit. Perhaps jumping right into sex with Karasu was a bad way to 'get to know him'.

Kiba whined again and nuzzled Kankuro's shoulder with his nose, licking him softly. He couldn't deny it felt good, and he was beginning to see Karasu as a person, rather than an inanimate object, no matter how creepy he was.

Kankuro pulled Kiba into a kneeling position and pressed against him from behind. He watched from over Kiba's shoulder the way he interacted with his partner and was impressed. He could tell the other shinobi was uneasy, but was trying...trying to hard not to be.

For a moment, he was totally baffled as to why. But a thought struck him, interrupting his reverie. Kiba probably expected, with their positioning, a blow job from the puppet. He almost laughed to himself at the way he'd set this up. Of course, that hadn't been his intention. Something like that with Karasu would not only be strange...really strange, but dangerous. Well, Kankuro had tried it a couple of times...but he wouldn't do it to Kiba! It was his first time with this kind of thing afterall.

He watched Kiba as he nuzzled against him. he really was doing this, really going through with it....f-for him? Could that be it?

Karasu's long fingers moved up and encircled Kiba's erection with room to spare and began to move up and down it's length softly at first, then a bit move forceful.

Kankuro, painfully hard now, pressed against Kiba, penetrating him slowly, unable to hold out any longer.

Kiba stiffened and made a small, muffled noise as he was penetrated and arched back, pushing his erection into Karasu's hand a bit as he became suddenly hard. He let out a slight gasp and stopped breathing through his nose, filling the room with the sound of shallow panting.

He pushed onto Kankuro a bit and let out a dry laugh, smirking a bit. He widened his stance before tightening the muscles which Kankuro had just penetrated.

He drove his fingers shakily into Karasu's hair, pausing momentarily to notice that it looked a remarkable amount like Kankuro's.

Kankuro had intended on going for a slow rhythm but was forced to jerk in and out with a bit more power as Kiba tensed up, making the older boy nearly moan. He let his head tilt down, forehead against the back of Kiba’s head. The wild hair tickled his nose, but the musky smell of the near feral shinobi gave off in the heat of passion drove Kankuro to thrust harder, made his breathing shallow and ragged in desire.

Kiba's shallow pants were soon joined with a wide variety of whines and whimpers as his body naturally tried to move towards each of the sensations, but was torn between them.

Despite the pain of penetration, Kiba enjoyed it far more than he thought he should have.. Of course, that's because there were times when Kankuro hit this spot that just ..
“Uhh!” Kiba squinted his eyes closed as he felt a throb through his erection. He curled his nails into Karasu's hair, scraping them against the wood beneath, and against Kankuro's wrist, just barley cutting the skin.

Kankuro pulled a face as Kiba broke the skin on his wrist and thrust a bit harder. His legs would not hold out like this much longer, not with him expending energy to control Karasu as well.

With a sharp gesture he stopped the puppet's movements and made his hands retreat for a moment or two. Having done this, he guided Kiba sideways, urging him to his hands and knees on the covers.

He bent over Kiba, giving him more support. He then moved his fingers once more, vicious and rapid.

Karasu came up onto the bed just behind Kankuro now. The sand shinobi smiled and snapped his fingers. A small wooden compartment door slid open on what would be Karasu's crotch area, revealing a perfectly carved set of male genitalia.

Using the same kind of chakra to cover the false penis as his hands, Karasu thrust forward into Kankuro, rougher than he'd been with Kiba. As he did so, he reached around both boys to grasp Kiba''s erection once again, working it as he had before.

Kankuro let out his first moan of passion, unable to keep it in and unwilling to fight his urges any longer.

Kiba made another light whimper as he was moved to his hands and knees, letting his head hang for a moment before he saw Karasu's hands moving around his waist and had to look away. It was still - kind of creepy.

He bucked slightly into Kankuro as the puppet's hands met his erection again and he leaned into them after a moment. It was most certainly unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It was different than Akamaru, because most of the time the dog was under jutsu and looked like a human, so it was a lot like just the normal kind of masterbation... but this? There really wasn't anything like this.

He shifted slightly pressing his back up against Kankuro's stomach and chest as he let out a light cry and dug his nails into the sheets, ripping into them easily. He wasn't going to last much longer.

Kankuro was really starting to get going now, just warming up, so to speak. But this was different than normal. There was not usually another person involved with the act and so, he was feeling much more desperate for release than normal.

With just him and Karasu, he usually had to get more and more creative to reach orgasm, but this...this was amazing. He felt after just a few minutes that he would need to cum or he might just explode. He hadn't felt like that in a long time.

He redoubled his efforts, making small noises, pants and moans as he continued.

Something about the way Karasu moved was almost making Kiba jealous. It seemed like the added power of Karasu was fueling Kankuro like nothing Kiba had done could.

He felt his elbows buckle with a spasm in his legs and he dropped to the bed with a whine.

“Uhnnnn.…” He moaned fairly writhing as he clawed at the blankets, unable to stop himself from thrusting into Karasu's hands with the pulsing throughout his erection.

He squeezed his eyes closed and took the sheets into his mouth, biting down on them to stiffle any more sounds as his panting continued, making his thin chest jump as if he had hiccups.

“A-ahhh!” He shouted, pushing back up from the bed onto the palms of his hands as he suddenly felt his orgasm hit, tensing every muscle in his body before releasing a stream of sticky white fluid onto the bed and Karasu's hands. He felt his arms waver again and collapsed back to the bed, trying to catch his breath while Kankuro and Karasu finished.

Kankuro gasped as Kiba fell forward and yanked him forceably out of the boy. He leaned in farther, compensating with Karasu to do the same and re-entered the Leaf shinobi.

Something about penetrating for a second time sped his heart and made it hard to breath, his throat tightening painfully as the pulsing and tingling in his crotch became almost too much to bare.

He thrust in and out with great force now, just slow enough to savor each sensation, but fast enough to make him pant and sweat. He let out a sharp cry, somewhere between and moan and a gasp, and suddenly stiffened, his fingers moving jerkily, unable to keep a steady rhythm with Karasu as he felt the pressure build inside him, penis swelling a little inside Kiba as he thrust in for the last time.

He yelled in a cracking, husky voice as he reached climax and came, jetting a thinnish white stream into the other boy, arching his back and shaking with the effort.

Kiba shuddered and squinted his eyes closed once more as Kankuro came inside him, leaving a strange sensation behind. He felt his legs shaking from exhaustion after the orgasm and he took a deep breath before tipping slightly to the side, permitting himself and Kankuro to fall sideways onto the bed.

He reached up and drew a hand through his own hair, plastered to his face and neck in sticky strands. He made a strange face and shuddered a little as he looked at Karasu sprawled over the bed.

Had he really just done that? He looked away and then back again, feeling the same, almost irrational swell of jealousy. He was jealous of a puppet?! It didn't even really count because Karasu was part of Kankuro, so it wasn't really like Kiba had competion.. but - that's what it felt like. Kankuro hadn't moaned like that when they'd first had sex, when Kiba penetrated him. Kiba wanted to make Kankuro moan like that. He scoffed a little and made a fist against the bed: he was acting like a pup.

Kankuro turned a bit to the side as Kiba did the same the opposite way and rolled over onto his back, panting and smiling from ear to ear. His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his muscles bulging slightly from exertion. His face paint, though resistant to sweat and water, was a little smudged over one eye.

His hands and the muscles in his arms twitched from all the chakra that had flowed through them. He tried to catch his breath. He hadn't had that much fun in a long time.

“Oy...you ok Kiba? So…” He closed one eye in a characteristic expression. “What'd you think?”

Kiba slowly looked over at Kankuro and paused, flexing his fingers for a moment before rolling to his stomach and folding his arms under his chin. He wanted to get closer, but for now he'd play nonchalant and mature.

“I-it was ... Interesting.” He said, wincing at his voice. He sounded hoarse and much higher than he remembered it being. “Do you a-always masterbate with K-karasu?” He panted, too exhausted to really mind that it was a rather unusual question, coming from Kiba.

Kankuro was a little too taken aback by Kiba’s first statement to answer his question right away. Interesting? Interesting!? His shock was gone just as quickly as it came, after all, what did he expect? It was naïve of him to think that Kiba would have as much fun as he did doing something so strange, so twisted and perverted.

He settled his eyes on the ceiling and matched Kiba’s nonchalance, though it was entirely fake.

“Eh, not always.” He replied finally, reverting back to very short replies when he was disappointed or angry. Growing up in his family expressing your emotions, especially angry ones, got you in deep trouble. He’d learned to suck it up and deal.

Kiba winced a little at Kankuro's reply and chanced a look over at him.. Had-had he said something wrong? Had he maybe insulted Kankuro?

He knew he should have probably packed up his stuff and left, but he was more persistant than he seemed sometimes, more stubborn. Though he wasn't really out to gain or prove anything at the moment.

He scooted a little closer to Kankuro, just enough so that he could feel when the other shinobi breathed, just enough so that he could barely feel the heat coming off the other man. He tilted his head and licked Kankuro's shoulder.

“I-.... I didn't know... someone could move a puppet like that..” He said, his voice sincere but unsure. “Th-that was chakra, h-hai? Chakra that made him f-feel like that? I-it must be r-really hard t-to mainta-ain that…”

*Kankuro tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. Was Kiba just being nice to get back in his good graces? Feigning interest? Still...he was trying.

“Hai. It cushioned him, so that it wouldn't be as painful.” He said, tilting his head up and crossing his arms behind it. “It's not too hard to keep up, once you get used to it.” He smirked then, half out of spitefullness and half playful. “He didn't hurt you, did he?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No.” Kiba said quickly, propping himself up onto his elbows to look down at Kankuro, the awkwardness all but forgotten.

He shook his head roughly for a moment, trying to shake his hair away from his skin, and it worked ... a little. He sighed and wrinkled his nose a little.

“Kiso. It smells l-like sex in h-here.”

“Well it should, shouldn’t it?” Kankuro scoffed as he ruffled his own hair.

Kiba looked over his shoulder at Karasu, near the end of the bed at their feet. Ok so... maybe he wasn't that creepy, but he still felt jealous. Afterall, who knew more about Kankuro than Karasu? They were always together, Karasu even pretended to be Kankuro every once in a while.. something that, as surprising as it seemed, Kiba had never tried with Akamaru. Now that he thought about it, the look on Iruka-sensei's face when he discovered he'd been lecturing a dog would have been priceless.

Kiba drew his attention back to the present and looked up at Kankuro, noticing the smear on his eye. How had that happened? He reached up to smooth the edges of the lines, a rather thoughtless action.

Kankuro felt his heart beat faster and harder suddenly. Something was on his mind but, for some reason, he felt nervous about breaching the subject. He'd never really had a relationship with someone like this one...most of his life he'd been alone, even in a crowd. This whole thing, actual connection with another person, was strange and new.

“Kiba-kun?” He said after what felt like hours. “Why did you do this with me?”

Kiba's hand moved slowly away from Kankuro's face and he moved his thin pupils to stare at the purple on his fingers. So - what should he say now? He did it.. to distract himself? That seemed ok. It was partly true, he'd gone looking for Kankuro to take his mind off family... but, that wasn't all of it. What did Kankuro want to hear? Was he expecting a certain answer? That maybe Kiba did it out of curiousity? Because he was horny? He should know by now when Kiba was and wasn't in season, not that he wasn't horny all the time anyway.

He let out a sigh that turned into a bit of a whimper in his throat as he made up his mind and scanned the bed at Kankuro's shoulder, not daring to meet his eyes.

“W-well... B-because I wanted to be with you t-tonight.. A-and since you like Ka-karasu so much I wanted to ... well, I thought h-he was kinda creepy at f-first, so I-I wanted to stop s-seeing him as creepy for you... S-so that's why.”

Kankuro felt a pang in his chest and his throat seize up tight. It was his worst fear and his greatest hope. He really WAS doing it for him...because he cared about him.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows and instinctively pulled back a few inches. A voice in his head was screaming that this was a bad idea.....that getting close to someone was...not good at all. It meant having to open up...losing yourself to someone else....Kankuro found, much to his dismay, that this revelation scared him...scared him deeply.

He nodded as he stared at Kiba. Still...it might be nice to have someone that actually cared....it really helped Gaara.

“You....you really did it for me? Why...?”

Kiba shrunk back as Kankuro sat up and moved away. Had he said the wrong thing? Was it a stupid thing to say? Why was he doubting himself so much lately!? He normally wasn't like this..

He frowned a little and nodded, meeting Kankuro's eyes briefly before having to look away.

“O-of course I did it f-for you, b-baka. I like ... y-you know, wh-when we're together..” He finished weakly, looking up at Kankuro like a scolded puppy. “Besides, w-when I saw you in-in here w-with Karasu... I g-got really horny.” He said, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

Kankuro nearly laughed aloud as Kiba spoke up. That was just what he needed.

He grinned and lunged forward and tackled Kiba to the bed, resting his head on Kiba's chest. He could handle this, sweet touching after sex, playful...non commital. yes, this was good. He pushed all fearful thoughts from his mind and sighed.

“You know, you’re ok dog boy.”

Kiba snickered a little as he was tackled by Kankuro and he leaned down to kiss Kankuro's head, feeling a tightening in his chest and throat.

“Dog boy? W-whatever you say... sand man.” He retorted, smearing more of Kankuro's make-up. He laughed and folded his hands behind his head as he caught his breath.

“Ashi-” He stopped himself quickly and pretended to cough. Kiso! Akamaru always made a point to make Kiba laugh before they went to sleep, and Kiba always responded with: Ashiteru.

He rubbed his temple and looked down at Kankuro, deciding to just keep going and maybe if he talked fast enough and made Kankuro answer questions he wouldn't realize what Kiba was about to say.. if he'd heard it.

“Does Ka-karasu have a case o-or anything? F-for when h-he's not being used? Or d-do you just k-kinda put him somewhere?”

Kankuro smiled, not really catching on to what Kiba was going to say.

“No, no case, when i carry him he's wrapped up though.” He said with a chuckle. “You know, you talk too much.” He said, eyes half-lidded in a tired way. that chakra manipulating during sex really took everything out of him. He kissed Kiba to 'shut him up' and laid back down on his chest.

Kiba chuckled a little, and wrapped his arms over Kankuro licking his lips in a slightly thoughtful way. He shifted a little, resting his head comfortably on the pillow behind him and began to drag his fingers through Kankuro's hair, content to fall asleep under the sand shinobi, with the puppet at his feet.... away from Kankuro.