If he was correct this always had to be the thing he had been dreaming about. It was normal for a teenage boy to long for such things. Only, he had never thought he'd obtain it. She always had been somekind of high being, a being he could not reach.
But here she was, close to him, her warm lips carefully brushing his. Arms snaking around his waist, hands settling on his back. Her movements were small but determined.
Kiba noticed that it felt like kissing someone for the first time, it was that same entertain feeling framed by that little spark of curiosity.
Hinata's kiss was much softer then the ones he was gotten used to.
She wasn't playing around like the person he was gotten used to.
Somehow this was genuine. Sweet. Soft. Nice.
It felt damn good to not be afraid to be grabbed in the crotch all of a suddenly. Or find himself cornered by a very horny Kankurou who was tearing his clothes off.
Since the thing that happened between them in his bedroom Kiba couldn't shake off the embarassment anymore. Kankurou, on the other hand, wasn't confused or having doubts anymore. The puppeteer only listened to his hormones and Kiba had been nothing more then something he could toy around with.
Kiba had denied him sex.
Kankurou had been furious.
Everything had become a giant mess.
He pulled her closer, answering the safety her kiss brought.
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Kankurou had tricked him again. He knew it as soon he had entered his hotelroom. Strong hands had him pinned against the wall while a hungry mouth took possesion of his lips. The puppeteer wasn't someone who asked. He took.
Probably he never wondered if Kiba would like it. He just assumed it was true. And ofcourse the Inuzuka's body was giving all the wrong signs. Arching into Kankurou's rough touches and hard kisses.
"Kankurou..." he muttered while hands tugged at the fabric of his shirt.
"Hn...shut up.." was the answer. He could feel the others breath over his skin.
"But..." Kiba groaned. Actually, he wanted to make that word sound firm, but Kankurou had just decided to pay attention to that very sensitive spot right under his ear.
Now he noticed that he wasn't wearing his black shirt anymore. Kankurou had removed it so fast, he couldn't even anticipate it.
And just when he wanted to protest more he could feel hands everywhere. Kiba just stood there, mouth hanging open and producing moans.
With the blink of an eye he got thrown on the bed, hands pinned above his head. His eyes met Kankurou's. He was smirking lazily while he took his shirt off as well.
"This time...we'll do everything different" he announced, voice hoarse.
"Ka..Kankurou.." Kiba breathed, trying to move a bit as his hands were still seemed to be pinned above his head. The Inuzuka didn't had to guess what was holding his hands in place. Chakrathreads.
He was completely defenceless. His pants got taken off and he couldn't do much then writhe, restraint by those damn threads.
That was the first time he'd seen the Sand ninja completely naked. Somehow it was a strange sensation. Not that Kankurou looked that different from him, except the fact he was taller and bigger then him, the crotch area included. But it made him realize Kankurou was not just out for some quick handjob this time.
And suddenly his tongue seemed to be everywhere, turning him on beyond belief. Kiba's protests just got lost in helpless moans and the overwhelming effect Kankurou had on him. When his hands were set free they could've pushed him away. But instead they chose to curiously touch the parts of Kankurou Kiba never had been able to touch.
The young Inuzuka answered to the growing feeling of lust inside of him while he sat up to kiss the other. He could feel his hand disobeying his common sense. It was busy with returning the handjob Kankurou had given him not too long ago.
Everything really started to heat up when he could hear those short, low moans out of Kankurou's mouth. Close to his ear. It made his heart skip a couple of beats.
A hand grabbed his wrist, making it unable to move his hand over the throbbing erection it was holding.
"Faster..." Kankurou hissed between his teeth. It wasn't a request, it was an order.
Kiba tried to meet the others demand, moving his hand as fast as possible.
The Inuzuka was sure he was pleasing him as it should, but just when he had convinced himself he doing everything right Kankurou shattered every dream he had about that.
"Hn..you have to do better" he snarled and before Kiba knew what was going on the puppeteer had turned him around. He faced the sheets now and he could see those blue threads curling around his wrists.
"Kankurou...? What the..?".
As if he didn't knew.
Kankurou leaned over him, chin resting on his shoulderblade. Kiba just knew he was grinning. He could feel a hand caressing his behind.
"You turn me on..." the Sand ninja purred. "I know...you want this...".
Kiba wasn't entirely sure of that. He had to admit that Kankurou fascinated him, excited him on a level beyond friendship. And yes, he wanted to touch him, kiss him, please him. Inuzuka Kiba had figured out that much.
But he still felt embarrassed. Ashamed to do such things with a guy instead of a woman. To be so into someone.
And he would have agreed to sex if...
...Kankurou wasn't the asshole he was being now.
He could feel how Kankurou moved over the bed. The familiar warmth that was around his body dissappeared. Kiba looked over his shoulder and watched how the other was flipping a cap open of somekind of bottle. A transparant substance landed on Kankurou's hand when he squeezed the bottle.
The puppeteer put the bottle aside and coated his hands with the substance, paying attention to his fingers. Kiba's heart beated faster every second.
"Kankurou...I don't know..." he said, engulfed by fear.
Then the pain came. Actually, he could've known it was gonna hurt. But this were just fingers. The part of him that finally would be inside of him was way thicker.
At first there were only two digits, but Kankurou decided to add a third soon enough. Kiba completely tensed up and screamed. It felt as if he was getting torn apart from the inside. And Kankurou just didn't showed any mercy. When he pulled his fingers back, allowing Kiba to breath a bit, they came back with full force. Deeper and deeper.
When Kankurou spread them Kiba drew the line. The pain was so intense that it overshadowed every sense of lust.
He squirmed forcefully against the chakrastrings that held him in place.
"What the fuck are you doing!" he screamed, defying those strings again.
"Preparing" Kankurou answered. Kiba could clearly hear the dark lusty undertone in his voice.
As soon Kiba broke free he managed to turn around, facing Kankurou again. He growled. "I am not your toy! I am a fucking human being!".
With those words Kiba had kicked Kankurou in the face, making him fly backwards and topple right off the bed. "Damn you! Damn you...! Fuck, I'm so stupid!".
He could hear his heartbeat in his ears together with the blood rushing through his veins.
"You just...you just get off on having control over me..! That's all you want..! A fucking toy you can boss around!". Word after word came rolling out of Kiba's mouth. "I mean nothing to you!".
And maybe that was the thing that bugged him the most: he didn't mean a thing.
While Kankurou was still busy with rubbing his sore nose and touching his lip to gaze at the blood coming from it, Kiba got up and gathered his clothes.
Before he could reach for the door Kankurou appeared behind him.
"You fucking tease.." he hissed between his teeth. Kiba looked around to see nothing more then anger on Kankurou's face. A powerful arm pressed him against the door and Kiba's hand automatically lashed out, leaving a couple of obvious scratchmarks onto Kankurou's cheek.
"You were the one who was so eager to kiss me! You were the one that moaned, encouraging me to go further! And now you chicken out?!". Kankurou looked unforgiving, his words spitted out like venom. A hand grabbed Kiba's throat, cutting off oxigen. "After all those years, you're still a fucking weakling". Now the puppeteers face came closer to his.
"Get the fuck out of my room".
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Kankurou groaned in a frustrated way. He sat behind the desk of his hotelroom, regretting his own ways.
Why couldn't he control his temper for once?
Why did he always gave into that side of him?
The little mutt didn't deserved the way he had treated him.
"Maybe I'm just not cut out for any relationship" he sighed to himself, eyes settled onto the dark wooden structure of the desk.
The puppeteer looked up, realizing he felt horrible about himself. Regret never had been his thing, but right now he had no other choice then admitting to himself that he was regretting everything.
He stared at his hand, strong fingers buried into the soft fabric of a shirt Kiba couldn't take with him because of Kankurou losing his temper again.
"Fucking mutt..." he whispered. "...I wish I knew how I could care for you".