A/N:
The second part of the mindless dribble! Yay!!

Ok, pretend I didn't just say that...

Anyway, since the first chapter was from Kiba's POV, this time it's Kankuro's!! It's a bit more graphic than the last bit, but it's still not too bad. I've written MUCH worse things...the rating is just a precaution, I guess.

Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Go on, make fun of me now...but you don't own it either!!

He whimpers under me - god…I love that sound. My hands wander up his neck and chin to the red markings on his cheeks. I sometimes wonder why he has them, but…I've never asked…

It's just sex for the two of us, I guess…amazing sex, yes…but still just sex.

He growls now, as my hands wander down to his chest again, my nails scratching over the several large bruises I left there from our fight before.

That's how it always starts… We fight, taking out all of our anger on each other - all of the frustration from our lives…for me, it's having to deal with Gaara…and Temari…and my reflection in the mirror that reminds me every day of the abomination I am and the past that created me…

He seems to like my designs…in the haze I'm in right now, I can't remember which ones Temari painted on me this time, but the feel of his fingers tracing them and his lips against my chest, drawing lower and lower reminds me that right now, it doesn't matter…

I found something in him one day…an undeniable something that makes staying away from him impossible.

My teeth graze the outside of his earlobe and he shudders again, his hands twisting against their bonds. Its part of the way that we do things, I guess…I keep him tied up and take out my frustration on him more this way, while he relies more on throwing punches my way, as if to see how purple he can stain my face with bruises this time around.

I like the dominancy…finally being in control…to have something that's completely mine and only mine…something that-

No…

Someone who answers to me…in growls and purrs and whimpers as my hands trail down his sides to the edge of his shorts.

He's so hard to forget…even days after we have said our goodbyes and have walked out of each other's lives…

All I can do is think of him…and the way he looks at me - betrayed - while he walks a fair bit away from me to get dressed. Is he afraid to be near me? Do I really frighten him that much…?

I'm sure, as he stands there - so far away; his back stiff and his movements hesitant, dressing as quickly as he can; he must be wondering to himself why the hell he's here with me…

That horrible, betrayed, empty look in his deep brown eyes tells me all I need to know. This is just sex to him. He doesn't love me. He couldn't love me…

But I love him.

I love him, and it's slowly tearing me apart. Every time that thought crosses my mind - that I love the Inzuka laying next to me - my heart begins to race and I get angry…at myself. How could I do this? How could I let myself fall for him where there's no possible way that he would ever return those feelings?!

Damn…I'm glaring again, aren't I? Oh, great…he's seen it. Why do I always do that? He must think I hate him now…

He gets up to leave, quickly, as though he's afraid of me once again. I stand up as well, reaching out to grab his arm and pull him back to me…so I can show him how much I care about him…

But all he sees is the cold look in my eyes, which is instantly countered with a flash of fear across his. I press my lips to his softly, trying as hard as I can to show him that I mean him no harm. My arms wrap around his thin waist, pulling him closer to me, but his hands are on my chest and he pushes me away. He's backing away now…does he ever realize what he's doing? Judging by the blank look in his gaze, fixed on me, I'm sure he doesn't.

I'm out the door a second later, unable to stand a second more of looking at him standing there…

-XXX-

Sometimes I see him on the streets when I get time off, and I can't help but follow him a bit, watching him as he goes about the normalcy of his day. He seems so at ease…so comfortable with who he is and the people around him….you'd never suspect all the anger he harbors inside - the anger only I get to see - or that he's having a secret affair.

I, however, cannot hide what's going on nearly as well as he can…

Today is one of those days…but this time I'm not alone. Temari is defiantly attached to my arm, hissing angry reprimands into my ear. As I said before, I'm not very good at hiding things and...Well…She figured it out.

She'd be screaming at me right now, but I'd ducked out of the house just as she was about to and it forced her to follow me into public, where she couldn't yell without attracting too much attention to herself - something I'm incredibly grateful for.

However, the fact that she's clinging to me and snarling in my ear about how horrible I am right as he's walking down the street toward me…I don't quite appreciate that.

"You're despicable…" she's whispering into my ear, her nails digging roughly into my arm. I try not to pay attention, because he's drawing even closer, but it's hard not to hear every word.

"You're disgusting…" she says again, as though thinking that it will impact me more if she repeats it.

It does.

Am I really such a horrible person for being with him? For wanting him near me all the time? For…loving him?

But she doesn't know that I love him…does she? She thinks that it's just sex between us…right? Damn…

"Temari...listen to me…" I say quietly, pulling away from her. He's getting closer and closer…I could reach out and touch him if I wanted to…

So I do, lifting my hand from my side so that it brushes against his as he passes. God…I can smell him……why does he have to smell so good…? Like sandalwood and…

His fingers wrap around mine for a second, as though he's trying to tell me something…….but….no…there's no way that he could be. It's just a touch. Just a reminder of what he wants, right…? I keep my gaze directed towards Temari, afraid to look at him for even a split second…

"I love him, alright?" Her eyes widen at my words, but I don't care…I just hope that he didn't hear me…

Though, with that dog-like hearing, I'm sure he did…Damn it!!

I feel him cringe slightly, his head turned away…shit…he heard me, didn't he? Oh, Kami…I've really ruined it this time…

He's pulling away from me now, continuing his walk down the street with that weird friend of his at his side…

I start mentally berating myself again…with a scowl plastered on my face again, I'm sure. What is wrong with me?

We each take a few more steps, but in the back of my mind I feel an odd tug, as though I'm supposed to look back at him…

I do, only to find him looking right back at me from a few feet away, that same woeful expression plastered on his face. Why does he have to look at me like that?!

Temari is talking to me now, but don't catch a word of it as his gaze drops from mine and he turns around again, stalking off with the bug-boy, who is looking over at him now. The Inzuka nods at him, as though they have been conversing silently, in a way that only the other understood.

I whip around, almost dislodging Temari from my arm, and glare down at her. She glares right back and I shrug in apology; even though I've got a good few inches on her, she's far more intimidating than I am. A sigh escapes my lips.

"What were you saying?" I question as we continue our walk down the bustling street. Temari rolls her eyes at me.

"I said… If you love him, then it's none of my business what the two of you do…" I stare over at her. Is she mad?! Nosing into my business is her favorite thing to do!!

Catching my expression, she shrugs. "Eh, if I ever fall in love with someone, I wouldn't want you getting into my business either…" She smiles up at me convincingly, but when she opens her mouth to speak again, her eyes have grown colder and her voice sends chills down my spine. "Don't hurt him, Kankuro…that's not the way we do things anymore, understand?" It's not a request from my sister - it's a command.

-XXX-

I wonder how I ended up here again as he bites roughly at my neck.

It began with him yelling at me - I didn't catch more than a few words of it, because the anger seeping from his entire body was enough to captivate me. I'll be sorry for that, I'm sure, when my face is black and blue under my paint tomorrow morning.

His lips crashed onto mine as he pushed me down onto the bed, his fangs and claws ravaged my skin and lips. I couldn't help but groan, since the feelings washing over me were far more than I could handle, and the noise seemed to snap him back to his senses. He stopped all of his actions and sat up, looking at me in horror, obviously taking in the long gashes across my shoulders and chest.

When did I lose my shirt….?

When did he lose his?

Damn…I'm going to have to take control again, aren't I? I grin widely, releasing a few chakra strings from the tips of my fingers which wrap around his wrists and bind them above his head again.

I move slowly this time, despite the whimpers coming from his delicious, parted lips, grinding against him in a daze. All I can think about is him…what we're doing barely registers in my mind…

I bite down on his collarbone as I reach my release, and I feel his quickly follow. He groans, clenching his eyes shut as he shivers against me.

My name falls breathlessly from his lips.

-XXX-

He's ready to leave now, I can tell…He must be asking himself, once again, why the hell he's here with me…

Shit…I've gotta stop him….this may be my only chance…!!

I reach out to him, quickly lacing my fingers with his and pulling him around. He gasps, looking up at me fearfully; he opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out and I cover his lips with mine before he remembers how to speak again.

When I pull away, I realize that he's shivering against me and I pull him gently to my chest, letting my arms wrap around his hips. He looks up at me with a question in his eyes.

I rest my chin atop his head, breathing in the smell of his hair and sighing. My eyes close involuntarily.

"Kiba…"

I feel him take a deep breath, letting it out slowly against my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine.

"Kiba…I'm sorry…"

He pulls away slightly to stare up at me, his chocolate-brown eyes wide. I smile down at him, but a small frown graces his lips.

"…F-For…what…?" he asks, looking rather confused. I find the small pout across his lips to be adorable.

"For upsetting you…"

"Y-You…you didn't…" he says, but I know this to be a lie.

"Yes I did, Kiba…" and I wish I could take back whatever I did...

He opens his mouth to speak, but again I press my lips against his to silence him.

"K-Kankuro…"

"Kiba…I love you…"

He gasps, gaping at me. A moment of silence passes between up, broken only by our soft breathing; then, without warning, he jumps at me, tackling me back onto the bed. He smiles down at me - the first smile I've seen on his face in such a long time - and kisses me soundly, his hands burying themselves in my hair.

"I love you too…Kankuro…"

I think we're going to be just fine, don't you…?

A/N: Ok, I think it's over now...Hope you enjoyed it!!