Kiba's eyes widened for a second when he opened the door.

"Whoah...I didn't expect...".

The man standing across him smiled a little, a cocky expression on his face. He didn't even wear his usual gear. Except from one big scroll on his back, there was nothing else about him that could tell you that you were dealing with Kankurou from Sunagakure.

But the arrogant smirk on his face was enough for Kiba.

"So you got my message".

"Yeah".

"You said you couldn't come".

Kankurou shrugged. "Slight change of plans".

The Inuzuka couldn't help to smile as words couldn't really make a way out of his mouth anymore.

"Aren't you gonna let me in or something?" Kankurou asked, raising an eyebrow.

Why did this guy had to be such an asshole sometimes?

Kiba opened the door further to let the puppeteer in. Akamaru uttered a small bark when the stranger entered the hall.

"My mother ain't home" he said, watching how he kicked off his sandals. "My sister is, but she's out back with her dogs".

Kankurou looked over his shoulder, still busy with his sandals.

"Are we doing something wrong then?" he asked.

"No...no...but...they don't really know...what happened and...you know" Kiba stammered, almost in a sort of panic. "Not that you're not welcome...".

Kankurou placed his sandals right next to Kiba's before he stood up.

"I'll leave tomorrow".

Gah, what's the deal with announcing when you leave when you just arrived?

"Well, you're here now" Kiba answered, motioning Kankurou to follow him to the kitchen. "Maybe you'd like to have some food...".

"Hmn, that would be nice".

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While Kiba prepared some food Kankurou sat down behind a large wooden table, the type of table ment for a big family. He nipped at some tea while his eyes were focussed on Kiba.

Feet hidden in black socks, a pair of comfortable grey pants and a sweater that was a tad to big. Hair messed up as if he just had stepped out of his bed.

This was not exactly how Kiba had looked like in his dream.

Kiba placed a bowl with noodles in front of him. Appearantly instant ones. The Inuzuka moved a hand through his hair.

"It's good to see you again" he said with a smile.

Kankurou could almost smell the fact how uncomfortable Kiba was feeling. He grinned.

"Yeah, I'll bet..." was his answer before he chowed down most of his noodles.

"It's weird to see you without any face paint on... Still have to get used to it" Kiba mentioned. Appearantly he sat forward a little to study Kankurou's face. Head resting on both his hands.

Kankurou didn't winced and returned Kiba's stare with a bored look.

"So.." he finally said, crossing his arms while leaning back in the chair. "Are we gonna sit in the kitchen this entire day? I did not came by to waste my time".

"Don't be so difficult the entire time..." Kiba complained. "We could go outside...to the shops, hanging around...".

"Do you really think I came by just to hang around? I find it hard to believe that a sudden desire to hang around was the reason you wanted to meet up with me".

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Kiba turned to look at him again.

"Not...entirely..no..." he answered in a difficult way. "I just...felt like seeing you again...".

"To do what...?" Kankurou wanted to know, still sitting across him, arms crossed, eyes almost piercing through him.

"I dunno... I mean...why did you came by anyway then?".

"You wanted me to come".

"But you couldn't come".

"I am here to see you. Deal." was Kankurou's simple explanation.

Once again Kiba's mouth was quicker then his mind.

"We could go to my room...or something...".

"Sounds fine with me". Kankurou stood up, giving the kitchen a last, quick look. Now Kiba noticed how tall he had become. Far from the chubby character Kiba had met at the Chuunin Exams.

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The footsteps behind Kiba kept on reminding him that Kankurou still was following. And those footsteps stopped when he stopped in front of the door of his bedroom.

"We're here..." he announced, opening the door to show Kankurou the full glory of a messy Inuzuka bedroom. Kiba wasn't someone who cleaned his room much.

Kankurou passed him and stepped over all the dirty clothes scattered over the floor, finally sitting down on his bed.

Kiba closed the door behind him and started gathering his dirty clothes, making one big pile of them, located in one of the empty corners of his room. Quickly he put some lost kunais in a drawer along the way.

"If I knew you'd come, I would have cleaned" he said when he felt Kankurou's eyes burning holes in his back.

"Why won't you stop playing housewife and come over here for a bit. I don't give a rats ass about the fact you like to make a mess of everything".

Ugh, he's being an ass again!

But Kiba obeyed Kankurou's request and joined him on the bed.

The atmosphere had changed drastically as soon his butt touched the sheets. It was quite like the atmosphere he sensed right before they were about to kiss, only this time it was thicker, you could almost taste it.

Inuzuka Kiba had never thought about more then kissing. Kissing Kankurou was already exciting enough and probably there was more then just making out, but somehow that fact hadn't made it quite through Kiba's head yet.

He wasn't surprised when two fingers roughly took hold of his chin to turn his head. Kankurou wasn't a gentle person, Kiba had figured that much out already. His touches had always been forcefull and demanding.

Controlfreak.

"We both know why we're both here, not?" Kankurou said, face hovering close to Kiba's. "You can't tell me this wasn't the reason why you wanted to meet up with me".

"I've never denied that" the Inuzuka answered, giving Kankurou a similar glare.

Those fingers were still firmly holding his chin. And Kiba could know that his answer would satisfy the puppeteer because yet again that cocky expression appeared on his face.

"Good".

After that word he felt lips covering his and a tongue demanding entrance. He knew there was no way in denying the puppeteer to have his merry way, that would piss him off. Back in Suna he had experienced that up close when he didn't part his lips quick enough.

But still, the kiss was good. At first he had tried to gain a little bit of control, but he had to give up when he noticed that in the time they had been apart, Kankurou had improved his skills.

Instead of a little bit clumsy and rough, this kiss was quite slow and intense.

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Kankurou's eyes flew open for a second. Were his ears right? And just when he wanted to dismiss all of this, the Inuzuka comfirmed what his ears had noticed earlier.

The little mutt was really producing small, satisfied moans.

He broke the kiss, smirking broadly, both hands firmly placed onto Kiba's shoulders.

"Was it good?".

Kiba's face looked flustered but his question got answered with a lazy "Yeah".

"I could hear that".

But Kiba didn't gave Kankurou any time to gloat at all. He had scooted a little bit closer and had placed his lips on his again.

That mutt was so damn eager!

The puppeteer broke the kiss for a second time. He smirked broadly now, triumphant.

He scooted further onto the bed, pulling his legs up to his chin.

"So..." he said, looking at Kiba from behind his knees. "Are we just gonna kiss eachother everytime we see eachother? Or...?".

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Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!

The word echoed through his head as he listened to Kankurou's words. He cocked his head to the right as Kankurou layed down on his bed with a sigh.

"I dunno..." he answered, a serious expression on his face. He didn't quite know what he had to say to Kankurou. He liked the puppeteer, even when he was being a complete asshole. He liked kissing him, he liked the way how he was able to have such a grip on him.

"Let's get serious for one second" Kankurou said as he turned his head towards Kiba. "I mean...I like you... There has to be more then just kissing...".

"You mean...sex?" Kiba asked, eyes round, heart pounding in his chest. He did not realize that his voice was trembling.

The Sand ninja smirked. "Yes..., guess that is the word...".

"We can't...".

"Why not? I won't hurt you...".

"I don't know how...".

Kankurou silenced for a second. "I don't know either...but... We can give it a try...".

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For one second Kankurou did not realize what he was saying, or admitting He did not have one clue how to have sex, and certainly not with a guy. Okay, he knew some basics, there wouldn't be a problem with applying the things he did to himself onto another guy. But there would be a point where Kankurou wouldn't know what to do anymore.

He felt horrible insecure about it, and with that...he admitted to Kiba he liked him! If there was something Kankurou hated then it had to be showing weakness. He had weaknesses, but he liked to keep those tucked away.

"What do you have in mind...?" was Kiba's question. The Inuzuka had crawled a little bit closer now, sitting right next to him.

Kankurou's eyes narrowed a bit as he slowly raised one arm to touch Kiba's chin.

"You're a strange guy...". His voice drifted away as his fingers traced the Inuzuka's jawline. "You're not afraid of many things, am I right?".

Kiba chuckled. "Nope...".

His indexfinger ran over the others lower lip.

"We might have something in common then" Kankurou murmured, peering into Kiba's eyes.