Author's Note: And back to normal Kiba/Kanky P.O.V.!
Ten. Caught
Kiba
"I still can't believe how many people have found us out already," I groaned. "First Shino, then Hinata, and now Ino somehow knows…."
Kankuro sat up. "Ino?" he frowned. "How in the world does she know anything? She's such a blonde!"
I laughed. "Maybe, but someone told her. Though Shino and Hinata…it was really quite careless of you, kissing me in the open like that. You should have known they'd look for us sooner or later."
"Yeah, well, I just could help myself," he grinned.
"I've figured that out. You can't just keep your hands off me, can you?"
"It takes some self-control. Not that I don't have self-control. I've been using that self-control for years—it's helped me to keep my sanity around Gaara." His eyes narrowed, and a beam of sun hit his eyes, making his face paint gleam wetly. "Speaking of Gaara, we both know that's my reason for not going public with this whole thing. So I've wondered…what's yours?"
I sighed. I had known it would come to this. After three weeks since our return to Konaha, I'd discovered that being with Kankuro wasn't easy. He was quick to notice when I was agitated or upset.
I still didn't even like Hinata and Shino knowing about our relationship, even though I would quickly trust both of them with my life. They had found out purely by accident early into our phase, back when we hadn't been careful enough on the return journey from the Land of Waves. Kankuro and I had stopped to kiss against a tree, and I opened my eyes to see Shino standing behind us, with Hinata in tow.
None of us had known what to say. There were a bunch of awkward silences before any of us actually got to talking. And even when we did talk, the conversation was littered with a lot of gaps and pauses. Even now, after three weeks, I still couldn't tell either of them much—it made me blush too hard.
Kankuro rolled over and straddled me, his face just a breadth away from mine. Soft grass brushed against the soles of my feet. We were in my backyard, perhaps one of the only safe places for us in Konaha—my mother was gone off somewhere and wasn't due back until nightfall. Hana was on another mission.
"So?" Kankuro whispered, his lips gently brushing my collarbone. "Tell me."
I gulped. He was so close it made the air thick and heavy—I couldn't breathe. "Everyone," I finally said. "If anyone in this village finds out—whether it's the Hokage or Hana or my mother—anyone, we're finished. My mother will hear gossip from somewhere, and she'll destroy us. I doubt she wants me to be with someone like you. Not to mention the other ninja—I can't help but wonder…what will the boys think? Will they suddenly question and analyze every action I've done? Will they interpret everything I've ever said to them? All the girls I've dated—what will they think? That I broke up with them because I like guys? It's too much, Kankuro. I can't—I can't hold myself together much longer."
Kankuro looked away from me, off to where Akamaru was digging up some bones in the corner of the yard. It was a large, fenced-in area, perfect for running all our animals in. I liked being here with Kankuro, just us and the trees and the wind and the fence. The fence was what I liked best about the yard—no one could see in. Our yard kept our secrets. This was one place I couldn't have my actions betrayed.
"Kiba," Kankuro said. His voice was low, almost a growl. He ran his lips across my cheeks, tracing the red tattoos with his tongue.
His mouth moved lower, tracing my bones and muscles that twisted beneath my neck with every turn of my head. My breath became heavier, and suddenly it was much too hot outside.
I pushed Kankuro away a little, just enough so I could slip my shirt over my head. He did the same, and the rustle of sun-drenched cotton filled my ears. His fingers slipped slowly over my torso, tracing every rib, every muscle, every vein.
"Mmmm," I moaned. "That feels lovely."
"Kiba."
"What?"
"Touch me, you moron."
I lowered my hand to his stomach. I could feel his whole body stiffen and shiver in anticipation.
"So?"
"What?"
"Are you going to touch me?" he murmured into the skin of my neck.
Damn, he was impatient. I pressed one finger to his skin. He gasped, then sighed as I began to rub my finger in little circles across his stomach. His mouth quivered on my skin.
He pulled away and licked my collar bone. I grabbed his head and pulled it up to my mouth, kissing him fully while still rubbing his skin. His hands traveled across my chest, stopping to trace the contours of my shoulders.
Akamaru barked somewhere in the distance, but I ignored it. I couldn't think about anything but this. Kankuro's eyes glittered in the afternoon sun, deep and dark and filled with a liquid lust that drove both of us.
He pressed further into the kiss, until finally both of us were laying flat on the cool grass. Kankuro's hand skimmed the waistband of my pants, where there was a throbbing and hardness I tried my best to ignore. I wasn't ready for that yet.
Akamaru barked and ran past both of us, a flash of white fur. I heard a cough from somewhere overhead. It hadn't come from Kankuro, who had now gone back to exploring my neck with his mouth. Someone else was here.
I sat up immediately, with such a force that Kankuro tumbled into my lap, gripping my shoulders to stay upright.
Hana stood in the gateway, hands on her hips. Her expression changed by the moment, from shocked to surprised to scandalized. She had found us, and now she knew.
I pulled Kankuro closer, clutching him to my body. I needed to feel his skin against mine, to know he was here. Hana's lips thinned as Kankuro put his lips to my cheek and gently grazed it. I blushed, but did not move or try to explain.
I was not ashamed.
