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Pre-Chapter Notes: Look at that! It didn't take me half a year to add another chapter. Progress. There's a lot going on in this chapter, kind of. It was hard to write, but I trudged on. Before you start reading, I have a little warning for you, which I will place in fun bold lettering so it will catch the eye of those of you that don't actually read this part. That's right, I'm talking to you, skippers. Which is a shame, because you miss out on all of this playful banter...
Warning: This chapter contains material that may not be appropriate for all ages. Enter at your own risk.
Chapter 3: The Touch, The Feel
Kankuro stands up from the couch, walking through the kitchen to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom he quickly shaves and then showers, relaxing as the warm water washes over his skin. He had just finished drying himself and was putting on clean pants when he glances in the mirror, grunting in frustration at the ghostly white figure that stares back, 'My body paint washed off two days ago. I feel naked.' Reaching up to the cabinet, he pulls down a container of purple paint, briefing his eyes over the small text, 'Hi-Grade, Fade-Proof Body Paint... Purple No. 4... Contains Aloe... Re-Apply Every Five to Six Days...' he stops reading and places the container on the counter, "Bullshit. This crap barely last four days before it washes off completely." The puppet-nin sighs and removes his pants, standing in front of the mirror in nothing but boxers, "I guess that's what I get for buying cheap." He opens the container and removes the paint-coated brush lodged within. Leaning in close to the mirror, he begins to apply the paint in long, practiced strokes.
On the other side of Konoha, in the Inuzuka district, Kiba wakes from his nap with a stretch and a yawn. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he glances to the window, his gaze met by the vibrant yellows and oranges of the setting sun, 'That was a longer nap than I was expecting.' He sits up in bed, recalling the events of earlier that day. His mind automatically jumps to the puppeteer's lips pressed firmly against his own. He recalls himself shoving Kankuro away in shock, and replays what the older teen said in response, mulling the words over his head. 'What signals was he talking about? Sure, maybe I was staring at him a little too much, but that doesn't mean I was asking for him to kiss me...Even so, I shouldn't have just left like that.' He fears he may have given Kankuro the wrong impression; It wasn't that he didn't like the kiss. He did. He just didn't want to like it. For a moment, a voice in the back of his head questions if that was why he reacted so drastically in the first place, but it is brushed away instantly. The brunette grunts in frustration, "He just caught me off guard, that's all," he looks up with a sigh, talking to the ceiling, "I feel like an idiot." He glances at Akamaru, sleeping peacefully next to his bed and gently pats the canine's head, 'I need to go back. The least he deserves is an explanation and an apology.' Akamaru wakes at Kiba's touch, yawning and stretching his paws. He looks up at the teen on the bed curiously. "Hey, Akamaru, want to go on that run that I promised you?" The dog leaps up to his feet in excitement at the words, dashing out of the bedroom. Kiba chuckles softly at Akamaru's enthusiasm, stepping out of bed and following the dog at a leisurely pace. He strolls down the hall and out the front door to find Akamaru sitting patiently outside, looking at him in anticipation. He approaches the dog and briefly rests a finger on a cold, wet nose, mischief glinting in his eyes, "You're it!" He takes off in a flash, dashing across Konoha, headed to Kankuro's apartment, Akamaru trailing closely behind.
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Kiba steps up to Kankuro's apartment, breathing heavily. Akamaru leaps behind him and nudges his nose against the Inuzuka's back, howling victoriously. Kiba laughs, patting the dog's nose playfully, "Alright boy, you caught me, now wait here for a minute, I've gotta talk to Kankuro." He looks up at the door to the apartment, mulling over how to begin his apology. He knocks on the dark wood and waits. On the other side of the door, Kankuro approaches, talking and fumbling with the lock. Kiba was about to start apologizing when the older teen steps into the doorway, stilling his thoughts.
"What do you want? Its fucking late and I'm trying to apply my body-paint..." Kankuro opens the door and falls silent when he spots Kiba, a devilish grin spreading across is face as he realizes the situation the Inuzuka walked into. The puppet-nin stands in the doorway, shirtless once again, body covered in rough tracks of purple paint waiting to be touched-up. The lines swim gracefully down his chest and stomach, disappearing into boxers hung low on pale hips.
Kiba stands frozen in the doorway, tracing the paint with his eyes. Lines flow smoothly over Kankuro's cheeks, down his neck and over broad shoulders, breaking into intricate branching patterns. His gaze becomes lost in the maze of paint, hypnotized by the contrast of bold purple on smooth white skin. He follows the lines along the puppeteer's chest, brushing past pink nipples and down to a flat stomach where they disappear into the waistband of blood red boxers. Kiba swallows hard. His eyes automatically run over the fabric, as if still following the lines of paint. He freezes on Kankuro's crotch, the red silk tenting over a large bulge, the fabric so thin that Kiba easily spots the outline of the older teen's manhood. It takes all of the Inuzuka's willpower to not reach out and brush a hand over the bulging silk. His gaze remains fixed on Kankuro's body, eyes slowly gazing over with lust. He feels a tingle in his crotch, as his own cock springs to life, "Oh god..." He turns to Akamaru, swinging a leg over the large dog. Hands grip tufts of fur as he tucks himself against the canine's back, "Come on buddy, its time to go." The dog bounds away at a break-neck pace, disappearing into the distance almost instantly.
"...Ok then." Kankuro watches the retreating figures before stepping back into his apartment, baffled.
Akamaru dashes through Konoha, Kiba grasped firmly to his back, reaching the Inuzuka district in mere minutes. When they arrive home, Kiba leap's off of his companion's back, stamping through the front door, fuming. He steps into his room and throws the door shut in frustration, kicking himself mentally for making a fool of himself a second time. "I ran away like a bitch," he slams his fist against the wall, shouting angrily, "Again." Eyes run over the wall, following the rippling cracks the impact had created. He unfurls his fist, blood dripping from the claw marks left on his palm. His hand slides over the damaged wall as his gaze falls to the ground in despair, 'But I was starting to get... Aroused... Right in front of the bastard. I wasn't about to let that happen.' A voice in his head tells him that Kankuro might not have minded. In fact, he probably would have liked it. After all, it was Kankuro who kissed him, Kankuro who stood in the doorway, practically naked, grinning sheepishly. Kankuro wanted to arouse Kiba, but it wasn't Kankuro who had the problem, it was Kiba. He didn't want to get an aroused in front of Kankuro. He didn't want Kankuro to know how hot he made him. He didn't want himself to know how hot he made him.
Kiba steps toward his bed, collapsing lifelessly into the mess of pillows and blankets with a sigh, "What is that bastard doing to me?" He lays in his bed without a sound and stares at the ceiling. After a moment he shuts his eyes, willing himself to sleep, but sleep doesn't come. His mind wanders back to Kankuro standing in the doorway of his apartment. He pictures the lines of purple paint leading down to red boxers, the thin fabric tenting over Kankuro's manhood. His own cock twitches in his pants, begging for attention. Without a second-thought he jumps out of bed, removing his shirt and pants before laying back down. His eyes shut once again, returning to the image of Kankuro. In his head he runs a hand over firm, paint-lined pecs and toned abs, down to the waistband of silk boxers. Curling his fingers under the thin fabric, he pulls them down. He slides a hand into his own boxers, brushing it along his cock. Cool fingers ghost over the warm shaft. He presses his hand over Kankuro's manhood and gives it a gentle squeeze, hearing the older teen groan in pleasure. He watches as the puppeteer becomes hard in his hand, giving the warm flesh a gentle tug once it is fully erect. He removes his own boxers and tosses them carelessly onto the floor, returning a hand to his erection, his fingers caress the head. His thumb slides over the slit, slicking pre-cum down the shaft. Wrapping his fingers around the base of his erection, he begins to slowly stroke himself.
Behind closed eyes, he imagines what it would be like to be on his knees in front of Kankuro. To run his tongue over erect flesh. To wrap his lips around the head and suck gently. To lap up pre-cum as it leaks out of the slit. He slides his free hand down his chest to his inner thigh, cupping his balls and giving them a light squeeze. His strokes quicken to a steady pace. In his thoughts he slides his mouth over Kankuro's manhood, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue on the underside of the shaft. Kankuro grips his hair, forcing his head further down. The hard flesh twitches in Kiba's mouth, filling his throat with warmth as the older teen squeezes his eyes shut, a deep moan escaping his throat. Kiba feels his balls tighten and his body begin to quiver. He throws his head back into his pillow, sliding his hand along his shaft in quick strokes. His dick pulses in his hand, spraying ropes of white liquid over his chest and stomach.
He lies motionless on his bed, riding the final waves of orgasm, closing his eyes with a pleasured sigh. Silence fills the room as the bliss fades from Kiba's head and his mind returns to reality. His eyes fly open in panic, realizing what he'd done. He had just jacked-off (which wasn't anything new), to thoughts of Kankuro (that was new). Hands fist into his hair, pulling hard. An angered cry escapes his mouth as he tries desperately to get at his brain. His own mind had betrayed him. Legs begin to thrash against the bed, hands still grasping hair. Kiba opens his mouth again, but no sound escapes. His legs calm, and his hands release their grip. He closes his eyes as anger fades away. Confusion takes its place. How did all of this happen? Just a day ago Kankuro was nothing more than a good friend, but now... His thoughts falls silent, his mind and body exhausted. Reluctantly, he begins to calm, realizing it is useless to get worked up over, it was too late. His hormones had made up his mind for him, and there was no turning back now. It was time to admit it. He wanted Kankuro.
Kiba looks down at his chest and stomach, then his hands, 'Awww, damnit. I had my hands in my hair and everything. What a mess.' He rolls out of bed to take a quick shower before returning to his room, finally relinquishing his mind to sleep.
End-Note: There it is folks. Hopefully that was decent. I've never been good at writing about conflicting emotion, but I did my best. I just hope that it comes across to you all in a similar way that it was going through my head. Anyway. Please review. REVIEW. Its important. If you don't, the world could end. I'm not even kidding. Review or the sun will implode and send our world into perpetual darkness, and that doesn't sound very fun, now does it? You know what you must do.