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This chapter feels as though it'd be a little hard to get your head around.
Lemme break down the way I'm writing this before you continue, just in case:
It's written in Third Person POV but the chapters are focused on one persons thoughts and emotions at a time kinda like first person (unless I choose to change it, which you will know about if I do) I'm not good at writing in first person.
ONWARD!

You know that feeling you get when you're talking to someone you don't want to talk to? You find yourself mentally telling them to 'shut the fuck up' after every syllable?
Yeah, Kiba had that feeling.

This woman, who'd been attached to his side since he came into the bar, three fucking hours ago, did nothing but talk, whine, giggle and talk some more. And Kiba was just about ready to throw the woman under a heavy falling object... like a thousand tonne iron weight. Yeah, that was something she definitely wouldn't recover from.
Of course, if he did that then his entire purpose for being at the bar would have his point proven.

Kiba had decided that the best way to show Kankuro that he was not a gay little fuck toy was to come to the straightest bar in Konoha and possibly go home with someone (a woman, to clarify) but if he was being honest, the only woman that had approached him was the one currently stuck to his arm, and he really, really didn't want her. And he wasn't about to go and approach someone himself, that would be awkward, plus every other woman in the pub seemed to have men attached to them.
So, he did what any other, desperate-to-prove-he's-not-gay, man would do and he flirted back with the woman, in the perfect line of sight of his problem.

Kankuro was pleasant, kinda, and he was a good fuck but the dude probably had loads of women back in Suna, being the Kazekage's brother and all... plus just being undeniably the hottest man in existence.
Kiba was far too old for Kankuro's games, and far too experienced to know that no matter what Kankuro told him, Kiba really wasn't anything other than his fuck toy. And damn him if he would ever admit it, but it really fucking hurt to know that he didn't mean anything to Kankuro, considering how much he actually liked the guy.
He really pissed himself off at times.

"What's wrong, sweetie? You look a little hard faced."

Kiba flinched as the woman, whose name he didn't even know, tightened her grip around his arm, and grunted out a, "Nothin'...bored."

She giggled, "Well, maybe I can change that?"

He opened his mouth to speak, "I'm pretty sure you're not what he needs, babe."
Kiba was ninety-nine percent sure those words didn't leave his mouth.

He was also sure that the woman's eyes went red as she whipped her head around to glare at Kankuro, who was stood about three feet away from them, sipping his drink like he hadn't just interrupted their conversation.

"I think you should mind your own business."

"Yeah? Well, I think you should get y' meaty paws off my property," Kankuro replied without hesitation, leaning down slightly to look the woman in the eye, lazy smile plastered over his face.

She detached herself from Kiba as if he was on fire, eyes fixed on to his, "You're gay!"

"What! Fuck no-"

"Oh, very much so, God only knows how many dicks he's had up his arse, y'know, other than mine."

The woman looked mortified! And Kiba wasn't sure whether to punch or hug the other man for saving him from her clutches.

"That's disgusting; I can't believe I almost went home with you!" The young woman exclaimed, backing away from the two as if 'gay' was a disease.

"Please, you were never goin' home with him... he knows his two options," Kankuro replied with a smirk, fixing Kiba with a heated look.

Kiba knew his options alright, and after getting a tipsy look at Kankuro he was seriously considering whether or not to drop his stupid little 'I don't want you' act and take the older man up on his offer.

The older man was clad in a black wife beater that stuck to his pectoral muscles and abdomen like a second skin, and showed off his tight arms. Right shoulder covered with a tribal tattoo than curled around his upper arm to stop at his elbow. A pair of navy jeans that hung around his ass, making his crotch hang nearly at his knees, and allowing the world to see his black boxers. And black boots that carried themselves past his ankle a fair distance. Topped off with his lack of make up (that Kankuro insisted was war paint.)

Kankuro never dressed overly complicated, and Kiba found it hot as fuck! He hated people who overdressed for no occasion, hated it and didn't see the point. Which he supposed, was one of the reasons he never really approached women. Not that he'd ever admit to not being attracted to the opposite sex, especially considering he wasn't even all that sure if he was into men – the only guy he'd ever slept with was Kankuro.

Even though there was absolutely no doubt in Kiba's mind that he defiantly wanted the Puppet Nin, his moral compass wouldn't allow him to announce it.
Sex was just... sex. In Kiba's eyes it didn't matter if it was a guy and a girl, a guy and a guy, or a girl and a girl, if there was no structure to a relationship, well, it couldn't be considered as such. It was just sex. A method to cure boredom when you can't be bothered putting any effort in. To Kiba it was fuckin' disgusting, using someone for their body because you can't find someone you're genuinely attracted to.
He guessed it was because he'd been brought up by Tsume Inuzuka, fiercest woman known to man kind and well respected former clan head, that he had a genuine respect for people – as a kid, if he didn't respect a higher (or lower) authority he'd have his arse smacked red raw!
'If you don't respect other people, don't expect other people to respect you,' that lesson had been drilled into his head from day one, and he was fairly sure that, if it was legal, the statement wouldn't just have been a quirky little metaphor. (His mother was a lunatic.)

Kiba didn't want to be a release, especially for someone who he only saw on the odd occasion when he doesn't have anything better to do. It made him sound like a girl, made him feel dirty, disgusting, wrong – he fucking hated it!
He hated Kankuro.

The bastard should have expected it when Kiba turned and clouted him in the face, because he fucking deserved it!
More than he deserved Kiba, that's for sure.

Poor Kiba. Such complicated emotions.
He sounds like a girl... which is something I tried to veer away from. Idk.
I went for 'complicated,' and 'I want him but I'm better than that.'
Because it seems appropriate.
I kinda feel sorry for my Kibbles... I'm putting him through shit. Poor baby.

Remember Kankuro's thoughts in the last chapter?
Notice how wrong Kiba is?
Emotions are such a wonderful thing. Especially between men.

I'm in such a bad mood.

Next chapter up ASAP!
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