Kiba sighed forlornly. He couldn't believe it. He hadn't slept all night for wondering what would happen between Hinata and Temari, had been sure that Hinata would come to her senses and refute the other woman, or if not that the shy Hyuuga would be distraught from being taken advantage of. Instead, there they were, tall blonde and petite brunette, walking together along the street, talking, laughing, holding hands!! Why had he hesitated to follow Hinata the day before? If he hadn't, he might be the one tenderly clasping those slender fingers. Instead he was leaning against a wall watching them go by, all happy-go-lucky and not even noticing that he existed. Akamaru whined softly in sympathy and pressed his wet nose against his master's cheek.

"I told you," said Kankuro from beside him. The annoying puppet master had sought him out again this morning and waited with him to see what the results of Temari's seduction would be. Kiba was sure the man from the Land of Wind was getting some kind of sick enjoyment out of watching him suffer.

Exhausted from lack of sleep, the dog-nin slip down the wall into a sitting position and rested his forehead on his knees. His only hope now was to that they didn't last for long. Surely they wouldn't. Their personalities were way too different.

"Aw, don't take it so hard, dog-boy," said Kankuro. "Tell you what, lets go get a drink." Kiba shook his head. He didn't want to drink right now, he wanted to curl up and die. Strong hands grasped his upper arms and hauled him to his feet. "Come on you fucking pussy! You call yourself a man? Then don't act like a little girl! Or should I check you for a vagina?"

Kiba hissed in vexation, but his pride had been challenged, so he had no choice but to follow the puppet master to a local pub and settle himself at the bar next to the taller chunin. The next thing he knew he was matching Kankuro shot for shot. And the drink of choice? Jager-bombs, no less. Just what he needed, to be drunk and hyper, a trait that would be accentuated by his utter lack of sleep the night before. And why the hell were they getting drunk at ten in the morning?

In no time flat, Kiba's world was spinning merrily and the mixture of sugar, caffeine and poppy-laced liquor had plastered a perma-grin across his tanned face. Even Akamaru was trashed. Kankuro had fed him a few shots and he was sprawled on his back across the bar, paws in the air, tail wagging furiously and barking along to the music that pumped from a jukebox in the corner. Kankuro was telling raunchy jokes, and Kiba thought if he laughed much more he would rupture a kidney.

"…I mean come on, that bitch-boy passed up a fine piece of ass like Haruno!" the puppet master was saying. His current line of comedy concerned the Uchiha heir. "So that's why we should start calling him Sas-gay!"

"YAHAHAH!!!" Kiba roared with mirth, pounding his fist on the bar. The joke seemed way too funny just then. "No wonder he's such a pretty boy! I wonder how much time he spends in front of the mirror every morning?"

"I wonder if he gives it or takes it?"

"Bet he gives," snorted Kiba. "That bastard's too proud to submit."

"I dunno, think about the last three letters of his name," smirked Kankuro. It took Kiba a moment to figure this one out.

"S…a…s…u…uke…AUUGH!! No way!" Kiba howled, literally sobbing with laughter so violent he tipped over his chair and ended up curled on the floor, holding his aching sides.

"You okay?" laughed Kankuro, bending over to haul him to his feet for the second time that morning.

"No more!" gasped the Inuzuka. "Can't take it!"

"Awright, let's ditch this joint. Where's your place? I'll take you there." So, arm slung over his companion's shoulders he pointed the way to his apartment. Their progress was considerably slowed by Akamaru, who had to stop every few feet to mark something.

"Hey, puppet-dude," said Kiba as they staggered up the street that his home lay on. "Thanks for cheering me up."

"Don't get all sappy on me dog-boy."

"Why'd ya do it anyway?" asked the Inuzuka. "I mean we barely know each other, it's not like we've ever been friends or nothin' ya know?"

"You want the truth?"

"Yeah."

"It's 'cause I wanna fuck ya." A long pause ensued.

"…You serious?"

"Uh-huh."

"Oh." Another long silence. "Okay."

"Is that an 'Okay, I get it,' or an 'Okay, you can fuck me,' Inuzuka?"

"Both I guess," replied the drunk ninja. At that moment, his head spinning and body buzzing from the intoxicants flowing in his veins, it didn't sound like such a bad idea. Kankuro began to chuckle softly. "What's so funny?"

"You have no idea what you just let yourself in for, dog-boy."

They reached the apartment and Kiba managed to find his keys and fumble the door open. As soon as the were in and he had locked the door Kankuro grabbed him and slammed him up against the wall. His mouth crashed down on the dog-nin's, bruising his lips and causing his sharp incisors to cut into his own flesh. He tasted his own blood and the Jagermeister on Kankuro's breath as the other man's tongue forced its way into his mouth. The puppet master's hips ground against his thigh. He already had an erection.

A hand found his hair and pulled his head forcefully to the side, exposing his throat to his assailant. Teeth dug hard into his neck so that he yelped in pain. They eased back and lips and tongue lapped and the now-tender spot. To Kiba own surprise, his body was responding favorably to the violent ministrations. His cock twitched, throbbed, and stood to attention. Kankuro noticed his reaction and deftly unzipped his pants. The fabric pooled on the floor around his ankles. The puppet master's large hand wrapped around his member and began to stroke slowly.

Kiba whimpered and moaned, thrusting into Kankuro's hand as the other man alternately bit and sucked at the same spot on his neck over and over again. His sharp nails dug into his attacker's broad shoulders, drawing thin lines of blood. Kankuro was growling in a feral manner against his throat and Kiba found that extraordinarily sexy. He'd never really thought he might like it rough, but the proof was in the semen. It didn't take long for him to spill his seed into the other man's hand.

He shouted and shuddered, gasping out the other man's name as he came. Kankuro didn't stop what he was doing and before his member had a chance to deflate he was fully hard again. Once he was, Kankuro spun him around so his chest was pressed against the wall and dropped his own pants with one hand, the other still reaching around the Inuzuka to grasp his manhood.

He was given no warning and no preparation before his entrance was forcibly invaded. He hollered in pain as Kankuro slammed into him. He didn't know how big the other man's cock was, but at that moment it felt huge. Kankuro didn't even give him time to adjust before he began thrusting, and the only thing that made it bearable was that he was still fisting Kiba's throbbing shaft.

About then the dog-nin's elevated heart rate caused his stomach to dump the rest of the alcohol he'd consumed into his intestines, from where it entered his blood stream and washed over his brain. This had the two-fold effect of somewhat numbing him so it didn't hurt so much, and making sure that he would remember nothing after that moment the next day.

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Kiba stirred grudgingly very early the next morning. Pain was calling him, insisting that he wake up. His entire body ached, but his head certainly hurt the worst. He remember what he had been drinking yesterday and groaned. He should have known that combination of liquids would cause the mother of all hang-overs.

"Awake? Finally," said a voice. Kiba rolled over and was momentarily distracted by a new piercing pain, much lower in location than his brain. He winced and stilled, then peeled open his eyes to see who had spoken. Kankuro was sprawled lazily across his armchair, wearing only a pair of boxer-briefs. Memory hit Kiba and he groaned and closed his eyes again.

No wonder he felt like he'd been sodomized by and angry bull. It was fairly close to the truth. He braced himself and sat up. The resulting rush of blood to his head momentarily blinded him with agony.

"Fuck me," he moaned, feeling sick.

"Oh, I did," smirked the puppet master. Kiba glared. "Wanna do it again?"

"Fuck no," replied the dog-nin. He looked around. Akamaru was snoring in the corner and clothes were strewn across the floor. He was still buck-naked of course, a fact he was acutely aware of as Kankuro's eyes raked his exposed body.

"Do you even remember what happened last night?" he asked.

"The first part, I think. Against the wall over by the door," replied Kiba, trying to locate a pair of clean pants. The pair from last night had dried bodily fluid on the leg. With a sigh he gave it up and decided a hot shower was a better idea than clothes.

"That's it? So you don't remember doing it on the floor? Over the back of the couch? Astride this very chair?"

"Oh, my god, four times?" gasped Kiba as he hobbled towards the bathroom.

"Uh-huh. What can I say, you're pretty hot, dog-boy."

"Did I even enjoy any of this?" asked the Inuzuka sarcastically as he turned on the shower.

"Hey don't ask me, but you squirted at least three times, if that's a tip."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" snorted Kiba as he stepped under the scalding water.

"You don't," replied the smug puppet master. "Hell, I could be lying about fucking you silly for all you know, right?"

"No, that I can believe," replied the dog-nin, wincing again at his sore posterior as he lathered his body with scentless soap. "Did you have to be so rough?"

"You liked it."

"Yeah, I guess. Why are you still here anyhow?"

"Tcha, it would be rude to walk out after a good lay."

"Like you care about being polite!" snorted Kiba.

"I do when I'm hoping for a repeat," replied Kankuro as Kiba stepped out of the shower.

"Dude, not if it leaves me hurting like this every time."

"Quit bitching like a woman and maybe I'll let you be seme next time. Maybe. If you're lucky. Hurry up and get dressed. I'll spring for breakfast. You'll feel better with a little food in your stomach."

"The only problem with that is eventually it has to come out the other end."