AN: a little bit of smut ahead

Trying. That was all Kankurou did. He tried. He liked Kiba, yeah, he truly liked the little mutt from Konoha. And for once he tried to ignore his nature to toy with everything. To see everything as a little game where he was the one calling the shots.

He had Kiba the way he wanted. Panting, sometimes moaning, tugging his shirt because Kankurou refused to take it off. Sometimes he brought his lips to his ear to whisper his name.

Kankurou liked the way how the Inuzuka shivered when he touched him or kissed him. How his body helplessly arched against his hands.

Once again he moved to kiss the soft skin of his neck, hands roaming over his body.

"Kankurou..." Kiba's voice sounded, barely a whisper.

He chose not to listen, he liked the taste of Kiba's skin, and most of all, he liked how he reacted. It turned him on, the fact he was the one causing this, that sheer feeling of control. It only made him realize he really was a controlfreak, and even worser: he got off on it.

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"Ka..Kankurou..?" Kiba uttered softly.

He was blushing like crazy now, he wanted this. He wanted this more then he'd ever expected. Kankurou's fingertips seemed to be charged with somekind of electricity. Everytime they came in contact with his skin, his body shivered with pleasure.

But that's was not a big problem.

That big problem was slightly growing inside his pants.

It embarrassed him. And Kankurou did not stop, whatever he said. He did not respond to his name, he just continued the sweet torture.

"Maybe...may.." he stammered in a clumsy way, swallowing away a loud moan when Kankurou decided to use that sweet tongue again, but this time lower then only the skin of his neck. He traced his collarbone slowly, leaving a wet trace.

And everything twitched between his legs.

"P..please.." he said. "Maybe...may...we should..stop..".

That caught Kankurou's attention. The puppeteer moved up, looking him in the eyes. Kiba could clearly smell pheromones, he could clearly notice he was turned on.

He rolled his eyes.

"Why?" he asked, annoyed.

"Maybe...maybe we shouldn't" Kiba breathed.

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Oh, but that pissed Kankurou off!

"Backing up...at a moment like this..." he hissed, shifting a bit. Then he got aware of the fact that the one underneath him had grown quite a bulge inside his pants.

He had to bite his lower lip to prevent a big grin from appearing on his face. Quickly he moved one knee right between Kiba's legs, nudging slowly.

"Does it have something to do with this?" he asked as he moved his knee, watching Kiba gasp for breath. "You feel embarrassed?".

Kiba squirmed a bit, as if he didn't knew how to cope with the feelings that were raging through his body now. But when the Inuzuka opened his mouth the thing he said brought Kankurou back to his senses.

"I am not your toy, Kankurou. Stop it".

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Kiba saw the expression on the Sand nin's face soften. His eyes shifted and the knee stopped moving.

He crawled back a little, propping himself up on his elbows to look at the other.

Kankurou was moving away now, moving to lay next to him. He was panting heavily, the look in his eyes a little bit distant. His head rested on his arms.

"Sorry...guess I got carried away..." he muttered.

Kiba had never seen Kankurou like this. He was actually showing somekind of a soft side.

"I think I'm not...quite ready for this..." the Inuzuka admitted after a couple of minutes of silence, turning his head towards the puppeteer. "I..I am not even clear about...why we go this far in the first place...".

"We've been over this.." Kankurou replied, "Your fucking weakness makes you change your mind every 2 minutes. Because I thought you wanted this and now you're backing off because you're having a hard-on? Isn't that the point of this all anyways?".

Kankurou turned his head away from Kiba.

"Tch, fucking pathetic...".

"I'm sorry..." the Inuzuka said.

But not one single bit of this discussion made his erection dissappear. Kiba tried to hide it, but it didn't care how he positioned himself, it still was clearly visible. Throbbing to an almost painful level.

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Kankurou could hear the deep sigh escaping Kiba's mouth. The pleasure that had been soaring through his body subsided now.

Slowly he turned his head again to look at Kiba. The little mutt looked cute how he was moving around, trying to hide obvious tent between his legs.

"Kiba...it's quite useless to hide it.." he remarked.

The Inuzuka winced a bit and looked at the man next to him. "Stop rubbing it in..." he hissed, frowning deep.

He grabbed Kiba's shoulder to roll him over onto his back again.

"You want to get rid of it..?" he asked, scooting a little bit closer. "Then let me at least help you with that".

"Wha...?".

The Sand ninja didn't want any further discussions anymore.

"Just that...okay?" he whispered before he nuzzled Kiba's neck, occassionally licking the soft skin along the way.

A hand traveled from Kiba's chest to his stomach and the regions below that area.

"Only...that"