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Whenever Kiba found himself in recuperation he always found himself owing his damn life to somebody. This time it was the overbearing, loud-mouthed Puppet Nin from Suna, oh and how he couldn't wait to get out of hospital and hear it from the bastard about how 'weak' he was and how 'pathetic' he is and how Kankuro always has to come to his rescue 'like the time with the crazy Oto twins' (Kankuro would never let that one go).
Kiba had actually counted up the amount of times he'd had to be saved by the Sand Ninja while stuck in the pearly white room, the damn place made him feel like he was in a mental institute more than a hospital, and had come to a grand total of six.
Six fuckin' times. And sure that doesn't seem like such a high number, but considering the amount of missions Kiba was actually assigned to plus the amount of work he'd done to become a Jounin, it was a freakin' big deal! Then there was the fact that Kankuro just loved to rub his superiority in his face whatever chance he got.
He was too fucking old for that shit.

After being discharged from the hospital, after two weeks of lying in the disease infested building, he made a straight, point-blank route home, avoiding detour like the plague.
It still wasn't enough. The damn Suna Jounin still found him, even when he took it upon his self to go through the back alleys to arrive at the back of his house instead of the front where he was sure Kankuro would be waiting for him.
Fate worked in non Kiba friendly ways.

"So, cockslut, how're you plannin' on repayin' me this time?" Kankuro asked, dropping down next to Kiba when the younger of the two was only three houses away from being safe.

"Y' got some nerve callin' me a cockslut, last time I checked you're the one that comes to me for favours."

Kankuro snorted slightly, "Don't count y' blessings, Kid. You're nothing special... just a release." Kiba glared at the taller man slightly, not sure if he was annoyed more by the guys 'kid' comment, considering he was twenty-fucking-six, or the fact that he blatantly just told him he weren't worth anything. Like a common fuckin' whore.

"Fuck you, Man. You make it sound like I actually like your company."

"You do. That's why whenever I come 'round for more, you get on yer knees and service me like a good pup," Kankuro mocked.

If Kiba's arm hadn't been in a cast he would have clouted the guy, instead his face warmed and he walked faster, completely determined on making it to his house before Kankuro made him do something he wouldn't regret.

"Eager to get home, Pup? Knew you couldn't resist me." Kankuro smirked, keeping in step with the Inu Nin and raising a hand to slide a finger down Kiba's tattooed cheek.

"Fuck you, cunt!" Kiba exclaimed, flicking his head slightly due to not being able to use the arm on that side of his body. "Stop fuckin' touchin' me!"

"Mm," Kankuro purred, pushing the younger Jounin against the wall belonging to the back of the smaller mans house, "give it a bit, you'll change your tone."

For Kiba, thinking was a hard task. Thinking straight while having quite possibly the gayest man Kiba knew pressed flush against him in a dirty alleyway where anybody could see them... fuck, it just made it impossible. And hot.
Definitely hot.

"For fuck's sake Kankuro, can you not at least wait until we're inside?"

Kankuro's smirk couldn't have gotten any bigger, "Is that an invitation?"

"Fuck no! But at least if we're indoors no one'll see us, and then I can deny it when you go around bragging."

"Shut the fuck up! I wouldn't brag to a dog about havin' your arse."

Kiba snorted, "You seem eager enough."

"Oh, I'm eager? Then what's this?" Kankuro replied, pushing a muscled thigh into an erection Kiba didn't even realise he had. "You're all hot and bothered and I haven't even touched you yet."

Kiba hissed when the pressure on his dick increased, "Fuckin' just- Wait!" The Inuzuka growled, forcing Kankuro back slightly with his only good hand.

The latter was taken back at first, not expecting to be rejected. What a blow to the ego. Then, as he watched Kiba unlock his backdoor he realised he hadn't been rejected, just told to wait. He could do that. Kinda.

"Hurry the fuck up before someone sees you," Kiba ordered, stepping into his home first.

Kankuro did as told, stepping into the abode, before being promptly tackled by a cow sized animal that had mistaken him for his owner.

Kiba laughed when Akamaru realised his mistake, very much loving the look on Kankuro's face. "Alright, buddy? You been lonely without me?"

Akamaru barked loudly, removing himself from Kankuro before the Ninja decapitated him, and resisted pouncing on Kiba due to his injuries.

"Bet you're hungry, I know I am," Kiba announced, rubbing Akamaru's ears when he barked in agreement.

Kankuro watched the two progress into the kitchen, irked that the dog had taken Kiba's attention away from him.
He was going to have to change that.

He waited at the kitchen entrance then grabbed the other man around the waist when he'd fed Akamaru, "Don't be thinkin' that you're gettin' out of payin' me back that easily."

"Dude, seriously, I'm fucking starving, can't you just wait a sec?"

"Nope, I've done far too much waitin' over these past two weeks. I think it's about time I got my reward for being so patient," Kankuro replied, dragging the irritated Inuzuka to a room he knew better than the back of his hand.

TBC?

This idea came to me suddenly. I have a major KankuroxKiba crazy.
It's so hard to write two guys that have pretty much the same attitude. I wanted to make them manly, especially Kankuro, he just screams Manly-Man.
I can see them both as the swearing types.
This follows no particular plot. I dunno if I'll continue it. Maybe, because these two don't get enough luuuurrvvveeee.

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