Title: Inhumanity
Pairing: Kankurou/Kakashi. Yes, really.
Rating: PG-13.
Warning: SM kink implied.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. It is property of its creator, creators, whatever.
Notes: God, I want to continue this, but it just seems complete. Maybe later? Review and give me feedback on whether it should be continued, plzplz.
You're a tool.
The darkness seeped from the corners of the visitor's quarters. The silvery light of the moon was thin and fragile, barely illuminating the form spread out beneath him. He didn't care, as long as said form was willing and able.
Kakashi was both.
A gloved hand slid through his kabuki paint, smearing the pigment as the hand slipped down. It was sweaty, his face was sweaty. He began to move, listening intently, analyzing, every sound, every movement.
It was like listening to a laugh track, played over and over again. It put him in mind of his old dolls. Pull a cord and it said something, you know? Except it never said anything new. The same shit, over and over.
Kakashi was like that. And Kankurou? He knew a doll when he saw one. Even ones made of flesh, blood, and bone-so broken by wear and tear and orders that even their repeated phrases lost their canned luster.