Kankuro Gets a Licking

Kiba stopped at the door to stare at Kankuro before he walked into the rear room of the Suna nin's apartment. The puppet master was hunched over working on one of his damn creepy puppets, shirtless and sweaty from the midafternoon heat. That in itself could be reason enough to pause for a better look, but what really stopped Kiba in his tracks were the lines of paint clearly visible on Kankuro's broad back. They ran over his shoulder blades, across numerous lateral muscles, smoothly along the curve of his spine, even down to the twin swells of flesh that signalled the top of his ass-- barely covered by his low-slung pants. "What the hell!? I thought you only painted that crap on your face!"

Kankuro scowled at the reflection of the loud Inuzuka Kiba in the polished wood surface of Karasu. In the (until now) relative quiet of Kankuro's workshop, Kiba's mouth sounded like a claxon alarm whenever it opened. He put his tools down and turned to face the the brazen spiky-haired man, revealing his tightly muscled upper body to be painted just as much as his desert-tanned back. He knew from past experience that he wouldn't be able to get any repairs done while Kiba was sniffing around his work area.

Being on good terms with the Inuzuka could be a real pain in the ass sometimes, and being roommates was even worse. It had been bad enough when Kiba had started inviting him over for dinner those rare times when Kankuro found himself in Konoha. Kiba had awkwardly said it was in gratitude for "That whole rescue operation you did for me. Shit, you know." Soon enough Kankuro's presence was an almost regular thing at the Inuzuka residence every few months, and the two men started to hang out more and more, both on and off missions. It hadn't been too big of a surprise when, after Kiba had gotten transferred to Suna as a result of the two villages stengthening their ties together, Kiba had gone ahead and moved himself into Kankuro's new apartment without a second thought.

Kankuro had regretted it almost the second Kiba had moved his stuff into the spare room. Kiba had been truthful when he'd claimed to not having much stuff, but hadn't thought to mention that Akamaru was coming with him. Kankuro should really have expected it-- The two were pretty much a joint package. But still... The dog had grown pretty large since the days he could ride around in Kiba's jacket. And, even with a Jounin's salery and being the Kazekage's brother, Kankuro couldn't exactly afford a big place. Or a yard. Or a remote kennel deep in the desert where he could ship the dumb mutt off to and never have to look at it again. He absolutely refused to do pooper-scoop duty.

And aside from the space issues, there was all of Kiba's other annoying quirks. Like how he liked to howl at the full moon (No, really, he did. With. Akamaru.) Or how he'd put his feet up on the kitchen table. Or made a complete mess in every room of the place he was let into (Kiba insisted that Kankuro was just being anal about the neatness thing, but Kankuro knew from a childhood of Temari snapping at him to clean up his shit that he himself was no neat freak). Or drank all of Kankuro's beer without asking (un-fucking-forgivable). Or his constant whining about how Suna was too damn dry, and that sand kept getting up his ass (which Kankuro actually completely comisserated with him on but wasn't about to admit). Or--- Let's just say Kiba could be trying for a roommate.

Seriously, if Kankuro didn't want to fuck the guy's brains out so hard that he wouldn't be able to tell which end of a kunai was which afterwards, he would've kicked Kiba's toned ass out on the hot baked Suna street by now.

Luckily for him, Kiba had grown up hot.

"You've just never seen me without a shirt on." Kankuro said, standing up and cracking out his back with a grunt. Kankuro rarely removed his black hooded suit, even in the scorching heat of the desert. Utility came before comfort, and Kankuro was a shinobi before he was anything else. Kiba, for his part, had no such qualms about dress code and had taken to hanging around the place in only his boxers, saying how it was the only way for him to cool down. With how often he went on about the heat Kankuro half-expected the guy to roll his tongue out and start panting along with his dog soon.

"Sure I have!" Kiba asserted. "Like... that time back in Konoha when I made you go swimming with me and Akamaru. And a couple months back, when you got two of your ribs broken by Sound-nin and I had to patch your dumb ass back up."

Kankuro cockily cracked a painted grin. "Pretty good memory there, Inuzuka. Do you enjoy thinking back on all the times you've seen me half-naked or something?"

"Fuck off!" Kiba said, "I was just saying. Usually you've only got it on your face." Kiba cocked his head and took in the pattern of paint on the other man. The way it rolled over the solid contours of Kankuro's body, rippling along with Kankuro's skin whenever he moved. Purple lines crossing, and curving, and intersecting, and even going below the waistband of Kankuro's loose pants to end up god knows where. He raised an eyebrow. "Y'know, that's pretty gay, man. Putting all that make-up shit on yourself."

"Shut the fuck up yourself." Kankuro said easily. He was used to people giving him shit about his paint, and honestly didn't give much of a damn whether anyone else got it or not. He poked a finger at the triangular red markings on Kiba's cheeks. "And if my paint counts as make-up, what the fuck do you call these?"

Kiba brushed Kankuro's fingers away with a light growl. "Hey. No way. These things are permanent! Clan tattoos. Tattoos are badass."

"Whatever. For your fuckin' information, today's a special occasion. And, just so you know, there are plenty of times when I don't only paint on my face. Sometimes when I feel like it I paint other places, too." Kankuro smirked and cupped his crotch. "Includin' where the sun don't shine."

"You're so full of it." Kiba snorted. "I've never gotten that stuff. Most kids grow out of face-painting by, what, age five? And your paint always smells like crap too."

"Better than smelling like wet dog." Kankuro rejoindered. He gave Kiba a sly look, "Besides, today it doesn't smell so bad."

Kiba blinked. "Huh? What're you talking about? Of course it d--- Wait a sec." Kiba sniffed the air with a puzzled expression. Now that Kankuro had mentioned it, Kiba suddenly realized that there was something different about his scent today. "What's that?"

"Don't believe me? Come over here and sniff for yourself." Kankuro said, raising one arm up and idly stretching out his fingers. Leisurely, like a cat.

"And smell your rank armpits anymore than I already can from here?" Kiba scoffed, "No thanks."

"Naaahhh. I think you want a nice, looong, whiff." Kankuro's face paint accentuated what amounted to a quite evil-looking smile. He jerked and twitched his fingers.

"What? Man, I just told you--- hurk!" Too late Kiba felt the chakra strings twining around his neck. Before he knew it he was pulled forward, no longer in full control of his own body. He growled as he was yanked towards Kankuro, forced to stoop down slightly and---

And then his nose was squashed flat against the firm muscle of Kankuro's chest.

"There. How's that? Close enough?" Kankuro said vulgarly, putting his other hand against the back of Kiba's twisting head to help hold him in place.

"Mmmh! Mmmmph!!" came the muffled reply. Kankuro chuckled as he pushed Kiba's nose more forcefully into the painted valley between his pecs. Just because he knew it'd piss the Inuzuka off, Kankuro flexed his muscles against Kiba's face while he was it.

After a few seconds of struggling (Kankuro loved how Kiba always fought back. When they wrestled or sparred, the Inuzuka always put up a damn good fight) Kiba at last succeeded in slicing through the chakra string and freeing himself, red faced and gasping, from Kankuro's chest area. "You fucker!" Kiba snarled, "I told you the next time you tried that chakra string shit on me I'd rip you a new asshole!"

"Oh please. You loved it." Kankuro leered.

Kiba wiped the bridge of his nose. "Dick."

Kankuro just laughed. "Anyway, you get a good whiff?"

"I..." Kiba frowned, before sniffing at Kankuro again in confusion. "Yeah, I didn't have much choice. But what the hell is it?"

A snort. "You're the one who's always bragging about his great Inuzuka sense of smell. You tell me."

"Youre such an ass..." Kiba sniffed up close and personal to Kankuro now, taking in as much of the Suna shinobi's scent as he could. At his best Kiba's nose was almost on par with Akamaru's, but this was one of the first times he'd ever had cause to doubt his senses.

All the usual Kankuro smells were still there. Sand, crow, oil, wood polish, male sweat. But there was something else on top of those usual ones. In place of the musty scent of dried paint, there was something else. Something that smelled suspiciousy like...

Kiba took an experimental lick off Kankuro's chest.

"Kankuro... Why the hell does your paint taste and smell like beef?"

Kankuro smirked. "It's called edible body paint."

Kiba was drawing a blank. "Edible paint? The hell is that for?" Paint that you could eat...? Did it even COME in a beef flavor? And the hell kind of 'special occasion' did you put edible paint on for? The only things Kiba could think of were... And then it clicked for him. ...Oh. OH. ... Oh.

Ohhhhh.

In a heartbeat, Kiba had a smirk of his own.

"Edible paint, huh? Well, hey, if it doesn't taste half-bad..." And Kiba went back at Kankuro's chest, only this time instead of a simple lick he ran his tongue in a wide slurping arc, starting at the base of Kankuro's collar bone and travelling sideways and downwards, over the rounded slope of his right pectoral.

Kankuro grunted in surprise at the wet feeling of Kiba's tongue trailing down his chest. "Wh-- Oi..!"

Kiba snorted. "Psssh. Shut the hell up. Why would you put edible paint on yourself unless you wanted someone to lick it off?" he put his mouth back to work licking all over Kankuro's muscles. The textured dryness of the Suna native's desert-baked skin combined with the slick runs of paint combined to form a tantalizing sensation on the heightened senses of his tongue. Kiba smirked as he began loudly sucking on various parts of Kankuro's torso. Beef was his favorite flavor.

Kiba definately had a point there, but Kankuro wasn't about to give in without disputing the wild Inuzuka. Token resistance was important in times like these. "How'd you know I didn't put it on for some chick in town tonight...?" Fuck, but Kiba's tongue was getting him hot.

Kiba barked a laugh. "Yeaaaah. Right. You've been wanting to bang my ass since I moved in. Don't try to tell me you didn't pull this stunt just to see what I'd do."

Somehow or other, Kankuro found his back pressed up against a sandy wall. Kiba was all over him, licking and sucking at his paint and skin like an over-enthusiastic puppy you'd let get barbecue sauce off your hand. Once the dog got started, you just knew it would keep on licking until it got every last drop. "Mmmmrgh," Kankuro heard himself half moan. "You think... too fucking highly of yourself Inuzuka. I'd sooner, mrrrmh, do Akamaru than you..." he lied, just to be contrary.

Kiba grinned and copped a feel on Kankuro's bulging dick through his loose pants. The thing was rock hard. "Well, just lucky for me that my good buddy Akamaru's out for a long walk, yeah?" He moved up to give Kankuro's face a few licks. Just enough to smear the paint around, particularly on his square nose. He avoided Kankuro's lips, choosing to go back to more important things instead, like his sweaty, panting abs and toned chest.

This time, Kankuro couldn't bite back a moan. "Ahhn, you bitch... I know I didn't put any paint on my nipples."

Kiba smiled roguishly. "Sorry, my tongue must've slipped."

Kiba worked his way down Kankuro's body until he got to his abs. There, he made certain to lather each hardened muscle of the six-pack with his tongue. Taste and smell were two of the strongest sensations during sex, so it was no wonder Kiba was getting more out of them with his powerful faculties in each. It was intoxicating. But even more than that, he was loving the power he had over the larger pupper master. Kankuro's legs were like jelly, and Kiba hadn't even gone below the waist yet.

Taking hold of the drawstring of Kankuro's pants, Kiba looked up from his knelt position, "Hey... did you really mean it when you said you had paint where the sun don't shine?"

Kankuro grinned and panted, "Heh... What do you think?"

Seconds later, Kankuro's pants were down to his ankles.

Kiba could only laugh at the purple lines of paint crossing over the other man's tight abdominals and up the length of his rigid shaft. "Oh, you kinky bitch," he snickered, flicking at the painted head.

Kankuro just gloated. He might be a kinky bitch, but it'd got the Inuzuka down on his knees in front of him, hadn't it? Before he had a chance to respond though, Kiba was doing... things with his tongue. Things that made Kankuro gasp, and groan, and pant, and throw his fucking head back, and grab a fistful of Kiba's hair, and generally writhe his body against the wall in extreme pleasure. He didn't even mind when Kiba reached around to grope his ass while sucking him off. Kiba knew how to use that fucking tongue of his.

Kiba grinned to himself as he pressed his nose into Kankuro's dense patch of pubes, inhaling deeply while he deep throated the puppet-master. First, he'd lick, slurp, and suck Kankuro's cock dry. After that, he planned to get Kankuro's legs up on his shoulders, and bang that painted ass of his until the guy didn't know which end of a kunai was which anymore. Heh.