Decided to turn this into a stort multichapter thing.
Watching women flirt with Kiba had always been Kankuro's number one form of entertainment, considering the guy was about as straight as a merry-go-round.
It was to be expected of course, seeing as the twenty six year old Inu Nin was currently drinking in the most homophobic bar in Konohagakure, the guy was so determined on proving to Kankuro that he didn't like what they did.
Last time they'd had sex Kiba's arm had been in a cast – three-fucking-weeks ago – and Kankuro was just about fed up with having Kiba ignore his attempts to get the now healthy brunette in his bed... or on his couch. He wasn't fussed.
Kankuro was only going to be in the village for a couple more days and he'd be damned if he was going to go home without a final taste of the delicious young man! He'd already approached Kiba at the beginning of the night and given him his two options: Either Kiba was going home with Kankuro, or Kankuro was going home with Kiba. There was no fucking way the Sand Ninja was going back to Suna to be forced to wait God only knows how long to see the man again!
No fucking way!
He also wasn't about to let Kiba go home with the whore that'd been flirting with him all night.
He figured he was tap dancing on Kiba's last nerve just being in the same room as him, so the last thing he wanted to do was overreact and throw the woman, stood far too close to his Kiba, out of the bar window. That might ruin everything.
He rocked forward a couple of times; preventing himself from just ploughing through the crowd and wrenching Kiba away from the woman's clawed hands. He couldn't believe the nerve of the woman. Just assuming that Kiba wasn't taken and going in for the kill like she was Gods fucking gift!
It was his Kiba. Kankuro's Kiba! The boy belonged to him whether he chose to recognise it or not. There was no one in the village that knew Kiba's body better, not even Kiba himself!
Every scratch, every scar, every burn, freckle, hair, nobody deserved rights to Kiba's body like Kankuro did.
Did that skank know that there were exactly twenty-two freckles on Kiba's body? No, she fucking didn't! Did she know that Kiba had a patch discoloured skin on his knee from where he grazed it as a kid? Or that he had a still healing stomach piercing that he'd gotten after getting drunk with Naruto? Did she know that the reason he didn't want to get rid of it was because he thought it made his stomach look hot? (He'd never admit that out loud, but Kankuro knew the real reason, it wasn't just because of the cost.)
She didn't know anything about him and there she was thinking that she had the complete right to giggle and bat her eyelashes at him as if he belonged to her!
Yeah, okay, he was a little protective of the other man; he could look after his self right?
Wrong!
Clearly if Kiba was prepared to humour the woman he couldn't look after himself. She was probably carrying every STI in existence.
Whore.
Kiba was going to go home with him, even if Kankuro had to get him a little drunk first.
I read your reviews and decided that you're awesome and deserve another couple of chapters.
I like obsessive Kankuro. It suits him.
noovember: Thanks for reviewing, firstly, and thank you for your suggestions. I decided hat i would go along with your idea and not put the sex scene in, (yet), I'm thinking of adding a brawl between the boys a little later. Thanks for your input!
Barunka: Again, thanks for reviewing. You're review meant a lot actually. Made me feel all fuzzy and warm inside. Glad you liked the way I portrayed the two boys, you picked up on some stuff I didn't even realise until reading over it again! Thanks for the complements about my writing as well, I was worried about the amount of swearing I put in that first chapter. Glad I didn't go overboard.
Thanks again, for taking the time out of your lives to review, and thanks to the readers that don't review because you're just as important.
(I blew off my college homework for this, you better appreaciate it ;) )