Smoke and Mirrors

Corvin: I’m just telling you now; Kankurou is wearing a business suit because he came from work. This didn’t take me too long if one doesn’t consider all the proofreading put into it.

Kyo: There were so many mistakes the first time through XD

Corvin: I wrote most of it late at night!

Botan: I wrote the first half of it.

Corvin: No you didn’t, shut up.

Kyo: Corvin does not own Naruto, because honestly, only a beast like Kishimoto would-

Corvin: Hey! No spoilers you! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KANKUROU!


Title: Smoke and Mirrors


The red light district was not the sort of place someone as cool and smart as Sabaku Kankurou would even be caught dead. Yet somehow that seemed to slip his mind for the briefest of moments and there he was; about to do something he knew was very stupid and very illegal.

At the same time though, he felt slightly justified. Inuzuka Hana was the absolute worst thing that had ever happened to him. For years he would rue the day he saw a boy getting his ass kicked and somehow found it within him to pull over and help. He would rue the day he drove the boy home and walked him to the door, just to make sure someone was there to look after him. He would definitely, forever and always rue and lament the day he met that boy’s two faced bitch of a sister.

She was the reason he was driving down 3rd Street - a street known for its near blatant prostitution – with half dressed women ogling and cooing at his 2008 silver Chrysler 300. Yes sir, three months with her and the abrupt ending of her walking out on him was the only thing worth blaming for his current situation.

And why did she walk out on him? Because he suggested getting a cat! Honestly, she knew from the very start that he was a cat person, what the Hell did she expect?

In the end though, that probably should have been a big hint that their relationship was doomed to fail. The Sabakus – that included Kankurou- always found the felines to be dignified and graceful creatures, the only ones worth keeping for pets. Whereas Hana and her entire family had some sort of dog fetish.

Kankurou shook his head to rid himself of the memories.

He wasn’t going to think about Hana, he was going to scan the streets, find a fairly attractive hooker, mutter a brief prayer to his air freshener that she wasn’t a cop, and go pick her up.

It was only around 4pm so he wasn’t sure if he’d have any luck, but sure enough! There was a promising one leaning against a stop sign and pocketing a cellphone. Normally he wouldn’t assume, but the girl was wearing low-rise shoes with ankle socks and either a black miniskirt or black short-shorts. He wasn’t sure because she was also wearing a somewhat over sized, brown coat that just barely showed the edges of the material underneath. From the back he could ascertain the coat was open, so once he pulled forward more he’d see the rest of what she was wearing.

He hoped she had a decent face, because she had the creamiest, shapeliest legs he’d ever seen. Kankurou almost felt possessive at the sight, but it didn’t bother him; instead it brought a smirk to his face, ugly face or not, he wanted those legs around his waist.

Rather than continue driving in hopes of getting a glance in the rearview mirror, he pulled up to the corner as though he were going to turn and rolled down his window.

Tch, ‘ugly face or not’, well NOT indeed! She was pale all over, not just on her legs, her lips were painted a dark green, her jaw was delicate and elfin with silvery hair falling a little bit past it and her eyes were narrow and slanted in a shockingly feline way – and Kankurou was a cat person – although they were rimmed with a brownish purple. Either she was wearing unflattering eye makeup or she didn’t sleep much.

An expression of mild aggravation mixed with confusion was directed at him, as she approached the car and leaned against it, “… Hey.”

For a moment the voice threw him, it was rather deep and a little raspy. He glanced down and saw that she—or rather; he was wearing black short-shorts and a white T shirt under the coat.

A boy huh..? Well, it would certainly be a big step away from Hana and that was a step he’d like to take.

“How much?”

The boy raised an eyebrow, “I’m a guy.” He was beginning to look more disgruntled and Kankurou had the fleeting thought that it was a perpetual look before it dawned to him that the boy thought he was being messed with or possibly he waited for Janes(1).

“I don’t care, do you?” He raised an eyebrow back.

There was a brief moment of silence as contemplation settled on the boy’s sharp features, “… I guess not.” He opened the car door and climbed in.

Kankurou allowed him a moment to buckle his seatbelt before he completed the right turn.

“I’m Sakon.”

“Kankurou.” It occurred to him too late that he should probably use a fake name, oh well. “So how old are you? 19?” Sakon jumped and stared at him, “what? Was I wrong?”

“No, you got it right. Most people just think I’m in middle school.”

“Oh,” in truth Kankurou might have guessed closer to 15, “I know someone who looks a lot younger than he is, so when I guess ages I usually add a couple years.” Poor Gaara would never look a day over 13.

“Ooooh, so I look like I’m in middle school and you were just being polite.” Sakon sported a wry smirk, “How old are you?”

“I’m 24.”

“Sounds about right… Soooo are you just going to pull into a parking lot or what?”


“Huh?” He hadn’t really thought it out that far. “Are you comfortable in the car?” He asked incredulously, it was an easy decision what to do, “because I’m not. We can go to a motel. By the way,” he glanced at Sakon purposefully, “you never told me how much.”

“For how long and what do you want to do?” Sakon returned the look with a little shimmy of his shoulders.

“Hmmm, two hours, the whole package;” he made sure to have plenty of cash and condoms on him before he came.

Sakon reclined the chair and put one of his feet up on the dashboard, “you think you could do the whole package in two hours?”

“‘Whole package’ is really so subjective,” replied Kankurou, “alright, two hours and the maximum estimate that can be done within.”

Sakon chuckled, “Maximum huh? Alright, 30,000 yen.” (2)

“30,000? That’s pricey.”

“Maybe so,” Sakon leaned over the divider and kissed Kankurou’s cheek demurely, “But I guarantee I’ll be tight as a virgin. Don’t worry; you’ll get your money’s worth.”

Even if he had been speaking a different language Kankurou still would have been powerless to the sultry voice murmuring in his ear, “ok.”

Five minutes later he was pulling into the parking lot of a Super 8 motel and telling Sakon to wait in the car while he got a room.

Ten minutes later found them in said room, Sakon sitting at the foot of one of the beds and Kankurou kicking off his shoes.

“We should shower,” Said Kankurou as he loosened his tie. “Do you want to go first?”

“You don’t want to take one together?” Sakon pouted, having shrugged off his coat and shoes he was now in the process of removing his shirt. “By the way, I get half the money up front.”

“Why is that?” Asked Kankurou even as he was pulling out his wallet and counting out the money.

“So if you try to screw me – in the bad way – I at least have a little something to show for it.”

Kankurou tossed the bills onto the bed. While Sakon snatched them up and counted them he began unbuttoning his shirt, “so do you want to go first?”

“Sure.”

Kankurou finished undressing and sat on the bed waiting for his turn. As he did he perused the four condoms he’d brought along before once again, a thought arose. Men usually used lube when having sex with each other… He didn’t think to buy any since he’d planned to sleep with a woman.

Was there time to go get some? Would Sakon be annoyed and back out? Would Sakon even sleep with him if he didn’t have lube? Did Sakon have lube?

Somewhat hopeful Kankurou peeked into Sakon’s coat pockets but was disappointed to only find the previously seen cell phone and a bit of lint.

Well, he supposed he’d tell Sakon once he came out. Then he wondered if the time spent driving and showering came out of his two hours.

The bathroom door opened and Sakon -minus the lipstick- sauntered out; towel drying his hair and unashamedly showing Kankurou everything his skimpy clothes had covered up, “shower’s free.”

“I don’t have lube.” The sight of the boy’s body had made mush of the Sabaku’s mind; he was beginning to think he didn’t need a shower after all.

“You didn’t bring any?” Scoffed Sakon

“Shouldn’t you have some?” Accused Kankurou for he was eager to not seem like a fool.

“Oh, pardon me for being an irresponsible hook--- How do you know I don’t have some?” How could a person’s eyes get so narrow and suspicious in less than a second?

He played it cool, “I checked your pockets because I was thinking of going to buy some but I didn’t want to if you had it covered.”

Sakon still looked annoyed but he shrugged it off, “There are mini bottles in the bathroom… Do you think lotion or conditioner would be less uncomfortable?”

“Lotion maybe?”

“Great, bring it out when you shower.” Sakon dropped his damp towel in Kankurou’s lap and ran a teasing finger over the brunette’s collar bone and shoulder, “and don’t be too long.”

Kankurou stood abruptly and marched into the bathroom. He spotted the mini bottles in a cheap basket on the bathroom counter, grabbed it and returned to the bed. “I changed my mind,” he said before he covered Sakon’s naked body with his own.

The boy squeaked a little but quickly grinned and raked his nails down Kankurou’s back, “your impatience is flattering.” He pushed his hips up suggestively and allowed the older man to rub his inner thigh.

Kankurou shivered as Sakon scraped his shoulders and biceps, “Did anyone ever tell you that you act like a cat.”

“Only in terms of temperament,” murmured Sakon, “so foreplay or do you wanna get right to it?” He opened his legs and bent his knees.

“Whatever feels right.”

Sakon wrapped his arms around Kankurou’s neck and kissed him. However, rather than a lusty, slobbery kiss (that he more often than not experienced with Hana), it was chaste and soft.

The thought of kissing a nimbus cloud made Kankurou begin to chuckle, but all the same he kissed back and allowed the faux innocent sweetness of the moment to ease his mind which was still somewhat troubled at having hired a prostitute in the first place. However, Kankurou had not hired him just for sweetness; he opened his mouth while still pressed against Sakon’s, causing the boy’s lips to part as well. They repeated the action over and over, until Kankurou tilted his head and sealed his open mouth over Sakon’s.

He immediately began to taste Sakon but pulled back suddenly, “… Did you eat a Snickers today?”

Sakon glared at him with a twitching eyebrow and pushed his hands into the elder’s brown hair, his nails digging a bit into his scalp, “Just shut up and keep kissing me!!” He pulled Kankurou down again, this time with a small amount of violence in his movements that amused the Sabaku.

The room was filled with smacks and slurps as their kissing became more feral. When the brunette began to move his mouth down Sakon’s jaw and neck he found that somewhere down the line Sakon had wrapped his legs around Kankurou’s waist and hooked his ankles together.

He laughed lowly, “I’m gonna need a little slack.”

Sakon complied and flexed his fingers as Kankurou moved to his chest.

Kankurou groaned at the sensation on his scalp. He dragged his tongue over the pale flesh until he reached Sakon’s pale pink nipple. Sakon let out a mewling noise and he leered, how cute.

He sucked hard on the nipple at first, allowing his teeth to only tease it softly. Sakon was skinny and as Kankurou had expected, did not have breasts like Hana, so he was careful not to do anything painful.

Sakon seemed to approve of his ministrations. The boy arched his back and pulled Kankurou’s face closer, all the way making low, appreciative noises. This brought a smirk to the Sabaku’s face and he attacked the bud with more ferocity, nipping and sucking until he was sure Sakon would be feeling it days afterwards. Then he moved to the other and gave it the same treatment while he soothed the first with his thumb.

Kankurou decided then and there that Sakon’s nipples were going to be his fondest memory of the night… Or maybe his legs… Or his cute scowl… There was so much to fondly remember. On that thought Kankurou slowly drew away from Sakon’s chest and paid more attention to the boy’s stomach and below.

But before he did anything else, Sakon was pushing on his shoulders. “Alright, alright, let me…” Kankurou leaned away but Sakon continued pushing on his shoulders until he was sitting on his shins.

He stared as the boy pushed the lotion into his hands, “here, get me ready.” With that, Sakon, on all fours, bent his arms and leaned down to delicately licked the tip of Kankurou’s penis.

It was like watching a kitten lap at a bowl of milk. Kankurou was beginning to feel like a pervert for thinking of cats so much during sex but he couldn’t help but feel as though anyone who did it with Sakon would understand. His mannerisms, his temper… Hell his slightly long canines; they just screamed cat.

Kankurou groaned when Sakon finally took him completely in and cupped his sacks. He allowed himself to slowly thrust into the sensual mouth before Sakon’s impatient frown reminded him that he was supposed to be doing something as well.

The lotion was unscented and cold on his skin as he covered his index and middle. He wasn’t sure how much to use but better safe than sorry. He squeezed extra onto the tips of his fingers before he reached down slowly and began to run his hand down Sakon’s tail bone, lower and lower until he found the wrinkled pucker he was searching for.

Deliberation ended with Kankurou deciding that his middle finger would be best. He would be less clumsy when adding his index.

Sakon hummed at the penetration and Kankurou hissed. Damn the boy, damn him so much for needing to be stretched.

Kankurou looked from the pale; still green tinted, lips to his hand again. His annoyance ebbed slightly at the erotic display of pink skin stretching around his tanned digit. He added a second finger.

…

Wow.

Tight as a virgin; Kankurou could definitely agree with that. Holy bloomers, the Sabaku was beginning to doubt he’d be able to get his cock in without taking some skin off.

Sakon handled it well as he worked his fingers; curling them, twisting them, scissoring them. Kankurou used his free hand to grab the hair on Sakon’s scalp and tug on it, “you doin’ ok?”

He received a brief, strangled affirmative that he didn’t believe for a second. Sakon had already stopped sucking and had merely been sitting there with Kankurou’s penis in his mouth, shaking from the pain.

“… You’re not really a virgin are you?”

Sakon snorted and looked at him incredulously. Kankurou frowned at the look and shoved in a third finger, dry.

“Ah!” Sakon’s head dropped forward, completely releasing Kankurou this time as his mouth fell open. However, Kankurou did not stop until his knuckles reached the boy’s flesh. He twisted them slowly, trying to ignore how much hotter he was getting, both from the preview of what he’d be putting it into and Sakon’s breath, panting on his stomach.

“I’m ready.” Whispered Sakon, grasping around for a condom.

“You don’t quite seem ready.” The Sabaku pulled his fingers out of the boy anyway.

Sakon smirked at him, “Ready enough. You wanna put this on or should I?”

Kankurou took the small package from the boy and tore one of the edges off with his teeth before handing it back.

“… Is this pink?” Sakon stared at the rubber that came from the package, “Awwwh, and look at that, it’s lubricated.”

“Most of them are these days,” grumbled Kankurou, “and it’s red”

“It’s pink.”

“Just put it on!”

Sakon complied with a triumphant look that made Kankurou’s penis twitch. “Hey look at that,” he purred, “I think he likes me.” He carefully unrolled the condom from the tip down, making sure to rub over every protruding vein.

Kankurou breathed deeply through his nose as Sakon lay horizontally across the bed beside where he was sitting. He ran his hand up one of the velvety legs which he could now see was dusted with fine, silver hairs.

He grinned wolfishly when the body underneath him shuddered. Hana had been nothing like this. It was always a fight with her, even for intimacy. But here, now, Sakon was giving him everything he wanted with just the right amount of spice.

As if to prove his point Sakon reached up and clawed one of Kankurou’s shoulders, “hurry up Slowpoke,” he growled; “before I change my mind.”

“Don’t forget who’s paying who,” replied Kankurou, jerking Sakon’s legs further open; he was done with foreplay.

Sakon remained very still as Kankurou positioned himself. Slowly, he pushed in his head before he paused to allow both of them a moment to adjust.

He was lost in the feeling of intense heat surrounding him; squeezing him, quivering around him. There was no better feeling than this, Kankurou was sure of it, and he would gladly pay 30,000 yen each time just for a taste of it.

Once or twice he was sure he was going to lose it before Sakon. In and out, in and out over and over until he pulled out completely so he could flip the boy over only to start again.

Kankurou wasn’t sure how long the room bore witness to their sweaty bodies moving frantically, causing the bed to hit the wall with a thumping noise that mingled with the carnal noises emitted from their mouths. All he knew was when Sakon arched his back off the bed and let out a low, guttural sound that echoed in the room, he hadn’t been able to hold back any longer.

~*Scene*~

Kankurou placed butterfly kisses on Sakon’s left nipple as the boy sighed contentedly. Sex really had to be the most relaxing activity in the world; sweaty skin, a hammering pulse; Kankurou felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Just like a virgin indeed, he would attribute it to Sakon’s narrow hips but just the same, it felt incredible.

He wondered if Sakon was available for reservations… He made it a point to ask but in the mean time Sakon was squirming underneath him, “What time is it?”

“What does it matter?” asked Kankurou, “Come on, it hasn’t been two hours.”

“It probably has!” Sakon snapped, “Now get off me you big idiot!”

“I’m your paying customer,” whined Kankurou, but he moved none the less, “you’re terrible.”

Sakon ignored him in favor of digging through his coat and looking at his cell phone, “HOLY CHRISTMAS! IT’S BEEN TWO AND A HALF HOURS! FECK!”

“I’ll pay-”

“That doesn’t matter!” Hissed Sakon, stumbling pathetically about, trying to get his clothes on, “I… Have an appointment across town!”

Kankurou lazily stretched and stood up as well, “geez, right after? I’m a little insulted; I thought I did a pretty good job wearing you out.”

“Tch,” Sakon was already pulling on his socks, “nothing against you, but I have money to make. Speaking of which, I’ll take the other half now thank you.”

“Money, money, money,” Kankurou glanced around the floor for his pants that would contain his wallet, “you should work on that attitude, or you’ll never get repeat business.”

“Who’s to say I don’t have tons of repeat business?” Sakon, now fully dressed, tossed Kankurou’s pants onto the bed before plopping back down.

“Call it an educated guess,” he replied wryly, “I can drive you if you want.”

“Anything’s better than crawling,” Sakon shrugged, “but you have to leave immediately. I think women are just more ashamed of paying for sex than men are.”

“It depends on the type of woman,” Kankurou mused, forgetting his boxers and pulling on his pants, “and yeah, I’ll leave immediately, I’m not some jealous lover.”

Sakon snickered, “Awh, does that mean no repeat business?”

Kankurou thought his answer over carefully before he responded with, “I think we both know I want to see you again.”

The boy hummed and turned away just a bit too slow for Kankurou to miss his tiny blush and suppressed smile. There was no way a move like that was on accident. The kid was good.

The drive was short ten minutes, but Kankurou shuddered to think of having to walk all that way just after getting anally penetrated.

Following Sakon’s directions they came upon a middle class suburban area, complete with children playing baseball in the street and houses with colors varying between brown and white with the occasional yellow and blue.

It was a two story white house with brown trim and a tacky flamingo mailbox what Sakon asked him to stop in front of.

Kankurou raised his eyebrow but remained silent as the boy unbuckled his seatbelt and unlocked the door, “next week,” he said grabbing Sakon’s wrist, “Same place?”

“Sure,” Sakon puffed at his bangs and tugged on his arm, “don’t be late or I might change my mind.”

“Your loss,” Kankurou ignored the tug and pulled Sakon closer so he could kiss below the boy’s ear.

“Yours more than mine,” sighed Sakon, “now come on, I’m late as it is.”

He let go of the skinny wrist and watched Sakon’s legs with blatant lust as he approached the front door and waved Kankurou on.

He’d definitely see him again. Kankurou smirked as he U-turned and headed back to his home; Wednesday was beyond a doubt his new favorite day of the week.


~*Scene*~

Sakon leaned against the inside of his front door until the sound of the car disappeared. He grinned and slid his jacket off casually, “been waiting long?” He called out.

“Actually yeah,” he followed the impatient answer into a living room that had a staircase on one side and a door way that led to a kitchen on the other; “I’ve got it by the way. Where the Hell were you?”

He ignored the annoyed male that was lounging on the couch and made his way up the stairs.

The dialogue of the TV was nearly drowned out by the static.

“Oscar, you’re such a grouch!”

“Bitch I live in a fucking trash can!”

His first stop was a bedroom where he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt.

“Answer me Sakon.” He had been followed.

“You got my bag?” He asked as he began rifling through a dresser that was located inside of a walk-in closet.

“Yeah, where were you?” The annoyance was gone, replaced with concern at the sight of red marks on Sakon’s stomach and back.

“Some guy thought I was a hooker,” Sakon finished retrieving a pair of boxers and a large t-shirt.

“What?” His older brother, Ukon, looked caught between incredulous laughter and even greater concern.

Sakon smirked, “I had sex with him for money.”

“WHAT?!” Ukon roared, “What would- Why would- Are you insane? Why did he think you were a hooker?”

The younger shrugged casually and pushed his way through the door, “I’m guessing the shorts… Kiba did say they looked like hooker shorts.”

“One,” growled Ukon following him down the hall where Sakon was gathering a towel from a tall cabinet, “Kiba is a retard; two, those shorts are standard track shorts; three, you’re required to wear them to track meets.” He crossed his arms and followed Sakon to the bathroom, “but that doesn’t explain why you slept with some stranger! You could have caught something! Or gotten killed! Are you that hard up for money?” He paused, “… No pun intended.”

“Well, I suppose I did it because he was hot and willing to spend 30,000 yen.” He smirked at Ukon’s grudgingly impressed expression, “and just so you know, you’re overreacting. Everything turned out fine.”

“I’m not overreacting. I leave you alone for ten minutes and you get involved in prostitution.”

Ukon’s voice had lowered to his usual raspy tone that Sakon knew meant more danger. He huffed, “I don’t see--- Well, I suppose I do. Ok, yeah, I did something seemingly stupid, but look, lots of money, no harm done-”

“You’re 16 years old Sakon, that’s quite a bit of harm.”

“You’re the same age as me.” Sakon bristled.

“I didn’t just go sleep with a--- You slept with a guy?” Ukon’s face blanched at the realization.

“Once again, you completely miss the point. Besides, is being a hooker for a day any worse than jocking Kimimaro’s bones?” He smirked when Ukon’s expression became cloudy, “thank you for bringing my backpack home.” He went to close the bathroom door; he really wanted to take another shower.

“Wait,” Ukon leaned in, “You didn’t… Text me while you were with him did you?”

“No, he showed up just as I got your message. He thought I was a hooker. He was hot and rich so I took advantage of the situation.” Sakon pushed on the door again, “now may I get clean? Dad?”

“Fine.”

Sakon closed the door and placed his bundle of a towel and clothes on the toilet lid before he turned on the shower.

“Sakon.”

He looked at the door, “what Ukon?”

“… I’m not jocking Kimimaro’s bones.”

He smirked, “right.”

-The End-


1 – Instead of Johns

2 – I’ve never done yen instead of dollars XD I wanted to. Also, 30,000 yen equals 328.97 dollars