Chapter 30
Kankuro tried to think of ways to make everything okay in the next few days. But he realized: It's not going to be okay if Father doesn't survive. There's just no way. We'd be orphaned, and I don't care how nice Baki and Jiraiya are. I want my dad.
And he wanted to see his father heal, and become for everyone the beautiful person his father was for him.
So his father had to make it. He just had to.
For the first couple days, Kankuro acted as normal as he possibly could. He smiled, he laughed and joked with Baki and Jiraiya. He chimed in when Temari was complaining. He held his father in bed and whispered reassurances.
The night before his father was scheduled to meet Sound in the desert, Kankuro couldn't take it anymore.
Right after dinner, he took a shower, gathered his courage, and walked down the hall to his father's room. He did as his father said he could and came in without knocking.
His father turned around, startled, not yet dressed for bed. "Oh, Kankuro." He blinked, assessing the expression on Kankuro's face with concern. "What is it, son?"
Kankuro closed the door. He swallowed thickly, a lump in his throat. "I don't want you to go…"
"I have to," Yondaime said, looking into Kankuro's eyes with gentle compassion.
Kankuro shook his head. "That's not the end of my sentence."
His father waited this time.
Kankuro did his best to get the words out. "I don't want you to go…without knowing how it feels to go all the way. With you inside me."
His father gave a start and froze, wide-eyed.
Kankuro crossed the space between them and took his father's shoulders. He pinned his father to the wall, gently leaning on him. "Do it," Kankuro whispered. "Take me. I want to feel you inside me."
His father blushed at those words. "I…"
Kankuro gripped the front of his father's martial arts coat with both hands. "Please. I don't want you to die never knowing what it felt like…to go all the way with you. I gave you that. Give this to me. Please." He found tears in his eyes.
His father stroked his cheek. "Kankuro…I am not going to die."
"I know." Kankuro nodded. "I said the same thing to you. But I still wanna do it. Just like you still wanted to do it with me. I'm not asking lightly. I really thought about it. I wanna feel you inside me. And I know…I trust you."
His father kissed him, gently mouthing his lips. "I am honored by your trust and will not betray it." He clasped Kankuro's hand, squeezing.
Kankuro kissed his father back, moaning faintly and sucking on his father's lower lip. At his father's gasp, he slipped his tongue into his father's mouth, feeling. Caressing.
His father moaned and arched, tempting Kankuro too much to resist. He made quick work of unbuttoning his father's jacket and slipped his hands underneath his father's shirts, feeling warm skin and hard nipples. His father cried out.
Kankuro felt a surge of heat at that sound. He pushed his father's shirts up and latched onto one of his father's bare nipples, licking and sucking. He father squirmed, and he pressed his father against the wall for support. He felt his father grow harder with each lick and kiss. Heat flooded his cheeks. He moaned and switched nipples, pulling it into his mouth and loving on it.
Clothes got left on the floor as they headed for the bed. Kankuro pinned his father down on the bed, only the thin layer of mesh fabric between him and his father's bare chest. His father still wore his martial arts pants. Kankuro wore his baggy black t-shirt, but had kicked out of his pajama pants, leaving him in his boxers.
Kankuro continued to kiss and lick his father's nipples until his father was moaning and whimpering at the same time, a whole new noise. He reached out and opened the nightstand, grabbed the lubrication. "We need this, right?" He was panting.
Yondaime nodded. "Y-Yes…"
Kankuro went back to his father's nipples until he felt dampness seep through the material of his father's pants. Then he dragged them off, revealing that his father's boxers were soaked in front. "This is a good start," he teased.
His father flushed deeply.
After Kankuro got his father's boxers off, he sat to one side, stroking his father's erection gently. "This is going to be inside of me, ne?" he murmured.
His father nodded, watching him with wide, vulnerable eyes.
Kankuro ran his thumb over the top of his father's erection. So wet, so soft, and slick… He grinned and looked into his father's eyes. "I can't wait."
His father let out a gasp and arched his hips. "Then let me love…let me pleasure you until you can't breathe…"
"Hai," Kankuro said. Sounds good to me.
His father sat up, pulled off his mesh shirt, and pulled off Kankuro's shirt. He tossed them aside and gathered Kankuro into his arms. He kissed Kankuro's ear. "Would you like to be spanked before we move on to the other stuff?" he murmured.
Kankuro felt a surge of arousal. "Okay."
He bent over his father's lap, conscious of how close their erections were to each other. He was dripping. His father started out nice and slow, teasing, rubbing, patting. Kankuro was achingly hard at the way his boxers were pulled down in back. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. Kankuro cried out, squirming. "I can't take anymore! Spank me! Spank me, Tousan…" Tears of pleasure welled up in his eyes.
His father brought him sweet relief, peeling off his boxers and swatting him.
Kankuro let out a loud moan. "Yes…more…more…please…"
His father swatted him half a dozen times, slowly, rubbing in between, until blood was surging in Kankuro's body like a frantic tide, making him hot and breathless.
"Want me to prepare you for the next step?" his father asked, his voice low and husky.
"Yes," Kankuro whispered.
His father parted him gently. "Do I have your permission to lick you here?" Yondaime brushed his finger over Kankuro's entrance.
Kankuro whimpered, and his erection twitched. "Wh…What?" His ears rang at the rush of blood. "Why?"
"You're clean back here, right?" his father said softly. "You've just taken a shower…" His finger circled Kankuro's entrance gently. "Doing this is the quickest, safest way to make sure you…to prepare you."
Kankuro could tell this discussion was difficult for his father. He moaned. "I…okay." He didn't know what this was going to feel like. The few comics he'd read where this happened, though, made him very red in the face. So perhaps that was a good sign.
His father helped him change position, so that his father knelt behind him.
"Relax," his father breathed. He caressed Kankuro's bottom. "Just relax…and feel the pleasure."
Kankuro flushed hotly. His father's gentle voice struck a chord somewhere deep inside of him, a place receptive to the meditative grace and calmness in his father's voice. He let his head hang down and let his father support his hips.
A hot, wet caress against him made him moan loudly. He'd never felt anything like that before. His entrance quivered, sending shockwaves of warmth throughout his body. "Oh, god…Dad…"
His father moaned softly in response and licked again. The sensation that exploded over Kankuro was indescribable. Hot, sensual tingles, his veins opening like floodgates and rushing him with incredible feelings of liquid heat. His legs went limp. His stomach tightened, his nipples flashed hard…and most of all there was the heat.
There was no way he could stand against this feeling. His father licked him until he melted, so relaxed that his arms folded and his head lay on the mattress to one side, his eyes were closed and pleasure had him in a semi-trance. He was so hard his entire erection tingled with heat.
"Are you feeling it?" his father asked.
Kankuro parted his lips and let out a moan. "Yes…"
"Do you want to feel the pleasure of me inside of you?"
"Yes…" Kankuro couldn't imagine what it felt like, but he did. He did want it.
His father rubbed a slick finger against him. Kankuro squirmed against it. His core suddenly contracted, aching. He moaned and pressed back. His father's finger slipped partway inside of him. Kankuro's heart skipped a beat at how sudden and smooth and painless that all was.
Then he moaned loudly. "Oh, god, Dad, more! I want more!" His body rippled around his father's finger. Deeper inside, he ached. Where his father's finger was, he felt a soothing, arousing pressure, like when his father had sucked and licked his tailbone. That kind of pleasure. The pleasure of something building, something needed.
His body was wracked with spasms, twitches that traveled down his legs. But when those subsided, his father penetrated him completely. He moaned again. "God, yes, more…"
His father stroked him, sliding a finger in and out in a gentle, smooth motion.
It wasn't long before his father added more, to the soundtrack of Kankuro pleading. More, and more, until there were three fingers inside of him, working, rubbing, caressing. Kankuro was so wet and hard he was sobbing.
"I'm going to turn you around," his father said softly.
Kankuro almost didn't hear him. "Turn me…around?"
"I'm going to turn you around," his father said. "To face me. And I am going to take you slowly, deeply, completely…in every way your protector."
Kankuro experienced a wave of tingling heat at that. "O-Okay."
His father, true to his word, gently withdrew his fingers and turned Kankuro around, settling Kankuro on his back. Then Yondaime stroked Kankuro's cheek with his clean fingers. "I love you. I want to look at you and love you and see the pleasure on your face. Kankuro…is this okay?"
Kankuro managed a nod. He watched through his eyelashes, hardly able to keep his eyes open.
His father coated himself in lubrication. Then he knelt, lifted Kankuro's limp legs, and guided their bodies into a place of connection, so smoothly and gently Kankuro was reminded that his father had done this before.
"I love you," Yondaime said. Then he entered Kankuro with the tip of his erection.
Kankuro moaned and arched his back.
"Slowly," Yondaime said. He slowly, carefully slid himself into Kankuro, pausing often to let Kankuro's body adjust.
It felt great, but it was driving Kankuro crazy. His heartbeat was wild by the time his father was done, and his whole body burned. "Tousan…" He pressed into the feeling of his father inside of him and moaned at the way his father shifted. "Tousan…Tousan…" His hips moved in spite of himself.
Yondaime threw back his head and let out a surprised moan. "Kankuro!"
Kankuro panted and worked his hips more, dictating the pace for both of them. He gritted his teeth. "Yes." He felt a flush in his cheeks creeping down his neck. "Oh, yes. God, yes. Yes, yes…yes."
His father shuddered, shifted, and started gently moving with him.
They made each other cry out with the way they moved against each other, both actively pleasuring themselves and the other, working together, for each other. They ended up clasping each other's hands tightly, their bodies moving in a rhythm of their own. Completeness.
He wanted to stay in this moment forever. There's no tomorrow, he pleaded with every gentle thrust. There's no tomorrow... If he could, he would reach out and grab the universe, stopping everything.