Chapter 17

They sat around the dinner table, Kankuro casting frequent glances his father's way to make sure his father was really as calm and collected as he seemed. After what had happened today, Kankuro wasn't sure he could trust to his father's state of mind without feeling a little jumpy.

For several minutes, everyone just ate. Dinner was rice, General Tso's chicken, and vegetable stirfry.

"Are you really going to therapy?" Temari asked.

"Yes, I am," Yondaime said.

Kankuro hoped the conversation would end here. Therapy was the last thing their father needed to think about right now.

Everyone ate in silence for a moment.

"Why?" Temari asked.

Kankuro wanted to punch her in the head.

Yondaime ate calmly. "I have many issues to work out surrounding your mother's death, and others things I would like to discuss at a later time, if that is alright with you."

"Sure, Dad," Temari said.

"Mother's death?" Gaara asked tonelessly.

"Yes." Yondaime nodded. "I have been grieving your mother's death for a long time. I would like to let go."

Gaara raised a hairless eyebrow. "What is there to let go?"

"My feelings of responsibility," Yondaime said. "As well as my guilt for how your childhood turned out."

Gaara stared at him. "Guilt?"

"Yes," Yondaime said.

Kankuro found himself holding his breath. Please don't let there be an explosion. Not tonight.

"So what's therapy like?" Temari asked. "Is there that big couch and the guy with glasses who stands over you with a clipboard?"

"No," Yondaime said.

Kankuro pressed his lips together to keep from smiling.

"Oh." Temari ate for a moment. "What is it like, then?"
"For one thing, both my therapists are female," Yondaime said.

"Oh." Temari raised her eyebrows. "They're girls, huh? Is either of them pretty?"

"They're both physically attractive," Yondaime said. "But that is beside the point. I am seeing them for their deductive skills, not their bodies. Therapy is like talking with a really insightful person. It's like a Council meeting, except the therapist has no agenda except to help. It's quite relaxing, actually. You should try it sometime."

"I'm relaxed," Temari said. "I'm fine." She paused. "But I'm glad it's helping you." She ate her rice.

"Thank you," Yondaime said mildly.

Kankuro relieved. The conversation couldn't have gone better. Their dad kept it together, and also kept Temari from asking too many questions. Also, Gaara didn't blow up, either.

After they finished dinner, Temari and Gaara went upstairs. Kankuro lingered downstairs in the dining room with their father. He rose from his chair and came over to his father's side.

"Would you like some dessert?" Yondaime asked conversationally.

"Sure," Kankuro said. He leaned on the table, resting his elbows and folding his hands. "What is it?"

"Strawberries."

Kankuro flushed, thinking of the strawberry massage oil and lubrication upstairs.

Yondaime grinned. "Exactly." He rose and took his son's hand, then led Kankuro upstairs.

When they entered the bedroom, he shut the door, turned the lamps on, and turned off the overhead light. He smiled at Kankuro. "So the light is softer."

Kankuro had to agree it was more pleasant this way.

Yondaime went over to the nightstand and opened the top drawer, taking out the bottle of massage oil and lubrication. He held it up for Kankuro to see. "This is just a blend of coconut and vegetable oil with strawberry flavoring added. It's completely edible. And…uh…" He smiled impishly. "Spreadable."

Kankuro flushed. "You want that…" He pointed weakly.

Yondaime grinned. "Wherever you want it."

Kankuro opened his mouth, then shut it again. His mind was whirling. "On you?"

"Uh-huh." His father nodded and blushed harder, but didn't seem the least bit repentant.

Kankuro felt a pulse of heat go through his core that instantly made him hard. "Oh…kay." He paused. "So you're…going to take off your clothes, and…" I'm going to get to see you naked. And spread dessert topping all over you? That was what the strawberry oil essentially sounded like to him.

Yondaime nodded again. He tilted his head. "Do you want to?"

"Sure," Kankuro said. His mouth was watering, and he felt the oddest, pleasant little tingles over his skin. His fingertips tingled, even.

His father grinned, nodded, and took off his martial arts jacket. Underneath, he wore a short-sleeved black shirt, with a long-sleeved mesh shirt underneath that. He peeled them both off and tossed them aside, revealing his narrow frame.

Kankuro was struck by how special this was. I'm seeing him for the first time… "You're beautiful."

His father blushed and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Don't I keep saying that?" Kankuro said gently. He crossed the space between them and wound his arms around his father's bare torso, cradling his father against him. "You're beautiful, and every bit of you is like that. I like all of you." He kissed his father's cheek and rocked them gently back and forth, an almost-dance. He was overwhelmed by his sense of awe at this first time experience.

Slowly, hesitantly, he kissed lower, kissed his father's jaw, his father's chin, down his father's neck. He'd seen people do it in manga, but he was unprepared for how it felt. His father's neck was hot, the skin soft, and sweet smelling. A little like molasses and honey and apples. Kankuro kissed and nuzzled a spot halfway down his father's neck, unable to help lingering there.

His father let out a throaty moan, and his head fell back, exposing his neck to Kankuro fully.

Kankuro was still a couple inches shorter than his father, though he had been catching up fast sine he hit puberty. He licked and kissed, then guided his father to sit on the bed beside him. "I love you," he murmured. Then he went back to kissing his father's neck, gently sucking at the skin with each kiss.

"Lower," his father moaned.

Kankuro raised his head quickly, surprised. "Lower?"

His father nodded, and let out another soft moan. "Lower. Need…my nipples."

Kankuro couldn't breathe. Oh, god! His underwear was suddenly too tight. He was aching, straining against the confines of his boxers. Good god, we're going there?

He grabbed the strawberry oil from the nightstand and uncapped it, hastily helping his father lie down on the bed. Once his father was safely lying on his back, Kankuro spread the strawberry oil over his father's nipples, smearing it across his father's chest at the same time. His father's chest was flat, with delicate, compact muscles.

Kankuro swallowed convulsively. He put the strawberry oil back on the nightstand and sat beside his father, his erection pulsing. He reached to wipe the oil off on his pants, then realized it was edible, and he was about to eat some of it anyway. Instead of wiping his hand off, Kankuro licked his fingers. "Mmm." He was pleasantly surprised.

His father gasped and let out a moan at that sight. "Oh, god…Kankuro…"

Kankuro was stunned. Then he recalled panels of characters licking their fingers to erotic effect. He hadn't understood it at the time, but now, seeing his father react this way, he couldn't resist. He licked and sucked his fingers off as slowly as possible.

His father turned a bright, cheerful red with arousal, and Kankuro could see a noticeable bulge in his father's pants.

Kankuro grinned and leaned down to kiss his father's lips, carefully avoiding putting his hand on his father's chest. "Tousan…" he said teasingly. "Would you like me to lick you off?"

"Yes, son." His father's voice was husky. "Yes…"

Kankuro straddled his father's hips, sitting down so they could both feel each other's clothed erections, and slid down over his father gracefully, lining his mouth up with one of his father's nipples. He extended his tongue and licked, lapping at the sweet, tangy oil. He loved the way the strawberry and coconut flavors mingled, and soon he found himself licking at his father for the taste as much as the pleasure it gave.

His father moaned and squirmed and whimpered, back arched and head thrown back.

Kankuro felt his erection burning and tingling. "Oh, god…Dad…it's so good." He switched nipples, cleaning off the other one. His mouth and tongue were getting coated with the sweet taste. He figured that was intentional.

His father let out a ragged moan and raked his fingers through his hair, panting, his chest heaving.

Kankuro moaned and licked possessively, lapping at every inch of his father's chest, including both nipples. He decided he liked this foreplay stuff. It had always looked fun in books, but one couldn't judge by fiction. He was glad it was fun in real life, too. His father's nipples had gotten really hard, and Kankuro liked that, too. He sucked on them, one and then the other, gently pulling them into his mouth and teasing them with his tongue. It was more appreciation and instinct than finesse, but judging by the sounds his father made, it felt good.

Kankuro kissed his way down lower, panting. "Dad, do you want to –" He stopped to catch his breath, his cheeks flushed and burning. He didn't know if he was ready, but he wanted to try. His father's erection had felt good in his hand. Maybe it would feel good in his mouth, too. And he'd heard that going down on a guy was the way to give him the most pleasure. Of course, he'd heard it in the context of guys and girls, but he could do anything a girl could do, couldn't he?

His father whimpered and struggled, pushing his pants and boxers down at the same time. His erection came free.

Kankuro looked at his father's erection with wide eyes. Sure, he'd touched it the other day, but now he was getting to see it. In addition, he saw that his father shaved down there. He'd never thought about it. Wow…so smooth. He ran his hand over everything, fascinated. His father's skin was warm and soft. Very soft.

His father moaned and spread his legs, going limp.

Kankuro knew then and there he had to try this going down on people thing. He grabbed the strawberry oil again and coated his father's erection generously. This time he kept the bottle beside him. "What a treat," he teased softly.

His father's breaths panted, and he turned redder. Kankuro saw beads of moisture well up on his father's tip. It was a beautiful sight; they were glistening, crystalline droplets in the golden light of the bedside lamps.

Kankuro squirmed down farther between his father's legs and leaned down. He gave his father's erection a lick. Underneath the sweetness of strawberries and coconut, Kankuro could taste something slightly salty and savory. Musky, almost. Except it wasn't unpleasant. Just different. It had its own kind of deeper sweetness, like the molasses notes Kankuro tasted on his father's neck.

His father moaned loudly, and his erection twitched.

Kankuro grinned. This is going to be easy, isn't it? He cupped his father with both hands and licked, getting into it. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations. Soft, hot, fruity, sweet. His father's pulse rolling down the length of his father's erection.

He wanted suddenly to make up for this terrible day. It had been a terrible day for his father, no matter which way he looked at it. He moaned deep in his throat and lowered his mouth over his father's erection, taking in as much of it as he could comfortably fit. Kankuro was pleasantly surprised by how much fit. He was three-quarters of the way down to the base of his father's erection.

Kankuro sucked, moaning, and nodded his head up and down, sliding his father's erection in and out of his mouth.

His father had gone very quiet and trembling. Kankuro stroked his father's inner thighs, thinking perhaps he'd startled his dad. His father let out a loud, aching moan, and his hips pressed into Kankuro's touch.

A thrill went down Kankuro's spine, making him hot all over. He straightened, releasing his father's erection, and tossed his baggy black t-shirt away. Then he got out of his black cargo pants, and his underwear while he was at it. He pulled off his father's pants and boxers the rest of the way, laying them both bare.

Then Kankuro dived back in, licking and sucking and moaning, his hands steadying him on his father's inner thighs.

His father suddenly couldn't keep still, or quiet, any longer. He squirmed, crying out, making all sorts of noises. Moans, whimpers, and inarticulate cries filled the room. Kankuro was glad that the rooms in the Kazekage mansion were all practically sound-proofed due to sturdy construction. He couldn't imagine what Temari and Gaara would think to hear their father sound this way.

He grinned to himself.

Then, suddenly, his father was coming, and Kankuro coughed and sputtered. He straightened into a sitting position, amused, and wiped his mouth on his arm. "Oops. Sorry."

His father looked at him in starry-eyed amazement, collapsed and utterly pink from head to foot. "For what?"

"Making you come," Kankuro said. He grinned, then rolled off the bed and retrieved his t-shirt, wiping himself down. He cleaned his father off next. "I didn't mean to go that far."

His father blinked in confusion, hair mussed and absolutely adorable.

"Without your permission," Kankuro clarified, climbing back onto the bed and sitting down between his father's legs again.

"N-No problem," his father stammered.

Kankuro chuckled at that and flopped down, snuggling up against his father's side. "It was good, huh?"

His father nodded slowly. Then he closed his eyes and rested his head against Kankuro's shoulder, seeming to pass out.

Kankuro let him. Amazement, victory, and delirious euphoria coursed through Kankuro's veins. That was awesome! I want to do that every night! God. Who knew he could sound like that? He vowed to make his father sound like that as often as possible: unhinged in pleasure, crying out and squirming. It was glorious like nothing else in the whole world. Kankuro didn't think he could get enough of it.