It had taken all of two minutes for Kankuro's calm questioning to turn into screaming, with him up against the wall and Temari's hands around his throat. He had barely pushed Temari over and planted his own fist into her stomach when she threw a vase at his head. He ducked, then the next thing he knew, he was being yanked off of her and shoved in a corner. Panting, he rubbed at his throat, snarling at the Inuzuka as sweat dripped down into his eyes, stinging his cuts. His fingers came away bloody from the cuts that her nails had inflicted. "My problem!?" He choked on his words, coughing, and glared at her.

"Fuck you, my problem!? You're the one who was fucking beating on me last night just because the man you want is already taken! I'm all for comforting you when you're down, but I'm fucking tired of you abusing me when you don't get your way! You're not a child anymore, Temari, grow up! Even Gaara's not as... Gah! Fuckin' women! And don't even try denying it, you were screaming about Nara and Yamanaka while you were doing your best to kill me last night!"

Leaning back, he redirected his glare at Kiba. "And you, dog-boy! What the hell do you think you're doing!? Who do you think we are, Genins? Damn, you don't get in between two above-Jounin level Shinobi when they're going at it, especially not Shinobi from Suna! You coulda died, moron!"

Kiba glanced at Temari and then walked over to Kankuro. The brunette pushed him down and then stared straight down into his eyes. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared down into Kankuro's eyes. "Listen to me, Kankuro. That's enough fighting for the rest of the time. Even if I have to spend every minute with you to prevent the fighting, I will," The Inuzuka snapped at the other. When he was done scolding Kankuro, he looked at Temari and sighed softly. He walked over, keeping some distance between the two of them.

"He does have a point Temari. You need to grow up. Though, I don't blame you for being mad that Shikamaru likes someone else. I mean, why wouldn't he love you?" The brunette smiled. "I'll talk to Shikamaru tomorrow, but I won't mention you. I'll ask him if he's really in love with Ino." The dog-boy then walked over to Kankuro.

Temari watched the brunette dog-boy yell some sense into her brother. The blonde female blinked a little bit at this, though didn't say anything. When Kiba turned to her, she glared at him. She was about ready to grab her fan and hit the Inuzuka, but he said that he'd talk to Shikamaru. A sigh of frustration escaped her lips as she went out onto the balcony, not saying anything.

Busy trying to regain the breath that had escaped him when Temari had tried to strangle him, Kankuro didn't resist when Kiba pushed him further into the corner, but he felt his upper lip curl in a sneer. "Fine, so you'll prevent us fighting for a couple of weeks, big deal. It's not like we're not gonna try to kill each other the second we leave Konoha." Sulking, he crossed his arms, turning his head to the side. "Whatever. Do what you want, I'm done with it. Tche..."

He watched them carefully for a few moments, then stood, wavering slightly as a bout of dizziness overcame him. When it had passed, he sighed, speaking in low tones so that Temari wouldn't hear him out on the balcony. "She just doesn't understand that she can't always have what she wants. It's bloody obvious that the Yamanaka-chick's really in love with Nara, but she doesn't give a damn..." Shrugging, he turned, opening the door. "She's gonna have a hissy fit sooner or later, and you probably don't wanna be here when it happens. I know I don't. You coming, dog-boy?"

Kiba watched Temari for a moment, kind of listening to what Kankuro was saying. The brunette blinked though when Kankuro asked if he was coming. After a small sigh from the Inuzuka, he turned around and followed Kankuro out of the apartment. However, Kiba moved past him, walking far in front of him, not really wanting to be next to him at the moment. He had this weird feeling in his stomach. It was all knotted up, but he could also feel butterflies flitting around in it.

The brunette walked through the main street, not really caring if Kankuro was still following him or not. He walked up the large steps towards the training field, thinking about if he really wanted to train or not. There was no telling if Kiba was in a good mood or a bad mood. The Inuzuka knew how to hide his feelings well, only because his mother and sister would constantly ask him what was wrong.

When he got to the three large tree trunks sticking out of the ground, he just stood there, staring at one of them. He lifted one of his hands up and balled it into a fist. The brunette then pulled his arm back and threw his fist forward, punching the large trunk will full force, making a large hole in it.

Kankuro, lacking the will to return to his little hotel room- and, what, carve more puppets?- followed Kiba, slouching along with his hands in his pockets, looking utterly unaffected now despite the finger-shaped bruises now ringing his throat and left bicep. If he were a woman, he thought with some amusement, people might assume that he was being beaten, but because he wasn't, hardly anyone paid attention. Double-standards - another reason Konoha was so strange to him.

As he watched Kiba decimate a tree, he felt something strange, an urge to speak or do something welling up, filling his stomach and chest and throat and welling up, spilling out of his lips. "Tch. What, can't handle something living to fight? Gotta take it out on the poor inanimate trees?" He had to admit that his voice was taunting, that he was goading the other boy, even as he relaxed back against one of said trees lazily. But adrenaline was still pumping from his go with Temari, and he was eager to spar with someone who probably wouldn't crush him in sand or slam him into a tree without even touching him.

"Come on, I didn't think you were that pathetic, Inuzuka."

[I'm so sorry- I spazzed and abandoned the internet for a few days. >>]

Kiba had noticed Kankuro had followed him, though he didn't pay much attention to it. Until the other had to open his big fat mouth. The Inuzuka clenched his fists and ran over to the other and punched him hard in the face. "SHUT UP!" He snapped at him. "I'm fed up with all of your stupid comments! For once, just keep them to your damn self, Kankuro!" The brunette's fists were still clenched, his cheeks were slightly red from all of his fury. "Tch. Forget it. You aren't even worth it," Kiba said to the sand ninja and went back to the tree trunk. He started to punch it again, keeping his ears open though for if Kankuro decided to attack him. God, what was that guy's problem? He really needed to chill out for just once in his life. A sigh escaped the brunette's lips as he kept punching the log.

{It's ok. Sorry that my post is only one paragraph this time^-^;}

His mouth opened to let out another comment just before Kiba's fist plowed into his face, probably saving him a cracked jawbone and a few more teeth than he wanted to lose. Grimacing, he fell backwards against the tree he had been leaning against, and spit out blood and something white- a tooth, he confirmed with his tongue, one of his canines, ironically enough. He rubbed at his cheek, grin stealing across his face. "Aw, poor little dog-boy can't take some teasing..." he said, taunting even further. He took a few silent steps forward, and then brought out the strings he'd shoved in his pocket earlier, twining them about his fingers and feeling the welcome tug as they sliced into his skin, slicking the wires with blood. Then he swung them out, over the Inuzuka's head and pulled them tight against his knees, upsetting his center of balance to knock him over. "If you're gonna hit me, the least you can do is give me a decent fight," he said wryly to the felled boy. "Besides, I'll bet punching my face felt a lot better than hitting that tree. Hmm, am I right?"

[S'okay. Kankuro likes fighting, can you tell?]

The brunette gasped a little bit as he fell to the ground. He watched the older boy above him, though his hands were still clenched. "It might have felt good, though you never really know," The Inuzuka told the other and he tripped the other with one of his feet. The brunette then climbed on top of him, one of his hands pressing against Kankuro's neck. "Look, if Tsunade found out I was fighting with the person I'm supposed to be escorting around, she'd have my head. So, if you have anything else to say to me, get it out of your system!" The dog-boy snapped at the other, his eyes narrowing dangerously. He really didn't want to do this. Kurenai would even lecture him on fighting with Kankuro. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he thought about what Kurenai would make him do. Probably run laps. Or maybe let Hinata and Shino fight with him and all Kiba could use was his feet. Who knew what she would do. That woman was always so surprising when it came to tasks and other stuff.

{Just a little bit^-^}

Kankuro let out a soft 'oomph' as his back hit the grass, sighing in exasperation as the dampness soaked into the back of his tank top. One brow rose, and he smirked at the Shinobi sitting on top of him. "Like I give a shit what Giganti-Boobs would do to you." His smirk faded, then, leaving him with an unusually serious expression, eyes almost pleading. "Look, she won't find out. I have never been able to spar with anyone who isn't preternaturally strong. Being crushed by sand and blown into trees and generally getting my ass beaten all the time is really depressing. I figure we'd be almost an even match. Come on, just one spar, and I'll never bother you again, I swear." He felt his face burning slightly at the admission, hating how weak it made him look in front of the other boy, but unable to stop. He had the feeling he was making a gigantic mistake, but... if it paid off, it would be more than worth it.

[XD Poor Kiba. Kankuro's never going to stop bugging him.]

Kiba listened to the other slightly. Though, he wasn't really paying attention much. He noticed that Kankuro's face was burning and this confused the boy even more, especially when he felt a spasm go down into his groin. The brunette got off of the other, just sitting in the grass, swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat. "No thanks. I'm fine," He told him and then got up. The Inuzuka walked away from the other and started back towards his home, needing to take a nice, hot shower. Though, he stopped in the middle of the street on his way. What was this feeling that he felt every time Kankuro had been around him so far? The questions just kept coming and kept on puzzling Kiba. The brunette sighed and then he continued walking to his house. When he got there, the brunette went upstairs, ignoring his mother, sister, and the dogs. He went into the bathroom and shut the door, and then started to shower water, making sure it was nice and hot.

{Yay. Kiba's having feelings^-^}

Kankuro watched him go, stunned, propped up in the grass on his elbows. "... The hell kind of answer was that?" Grimacing, he rose to his feet, then lashed out, kicking at a nearby pole hard enough that, dislodged from the earth, it fell over. He stared at it dispassionately, then sighed. "Not nearly as much fun if it can't dodge," he mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets and sulking off towards his temporary home. He passed Temari's on the way, and rubbed ruefully at his bruised throat, then continued on, heading to his room and slamming the door. The mini-puppet watched him from the corner, and he picked it up, examining it's unfinished legs. "Damn, guess I've got nothing better to do," he grumbled, rubbing at his neck and shoulders to rid them of the tension. He was ungodly stressed... He needed a good lay or a good fight, and at this rate, he wasn't going to get either one before he turned thirty [or died, which was much more likely]. Settling on the thin pallet, he pulled a chisel from his discarded cloak and set the puppet on his lap, ready for a long night of work.


[Hehe~ Kankuro's a dip shit, so he's not really getting it. But then, he's never really denied attraction to Kiba, he just kinda gave up on it like every other attraction to anybody he's ever had.]

After Kiba was completely stripped of his clothing, the brunette stepped into the shower and stepped under the water. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he stood there, letting the water just pour over his skin. He ran the events that had happened that day through his mind, though for some reason, he got aroused at the thought about when he was on top of Kankuro. The brunette shook his head, closed his eyes, then tilted his head up so his face got hit with the water. He didn't want to think about Kankuro at the moment. He didn't want to think about the way the other looked when Kankuro's face was burning up. Though at that point, he was wondering why the other's face was doing that. After a bit Kiba finished his shower and got out. He grabbed a towel and started to dry himself off. When he was dried off and dressed once again, he walked out of the bathroom and went downstairs and sat on the couch, glancing around as all the dogs moved to curl up close by him. He smiled softly at this.

Early the next morning, as the sun peeked over the land at the slumbering Konohans and their guests, Kankuro stood on the balcony of his room, staring out into the receding darkness of the sky. His skin was pale under his tan, slight bags forming under his eyes, and he wavered slightly as he yawned. "Food or Fun," he mumbled to himself, sleep-deprived mind foggy. He'd been unable to get his mind off of how strange the Inuzuka had been acting [and maybe how hot the markings on his cheeks were, but it wasn't like he would ever admit that for any reason], and thus had been unable to sleep. Feeling slightly nauseous, he decided to forgo the food, instead going over to his cloak and pulling it over his shoulders, pulling his face paint out of one of the pockets and applying it with grace born of lots and lots of practice. When that was done, he crept out, aware that everyone else was asleep, and made his way to Temari's hotel. He snuck in and retrieved Jii- one of his puppets, that she had been keeping so that he wouldn't have to carry it around- and then sped off towards the training grounds.

Within minutes, he was demolishing a fair section of the training grounds, though he was sure not to irreparably damage it. Jii flew with limited movements from Kankuro's hands, smoothly sailing through the air even as Kankuro leaned against a tree, unable to hold himself up and unwilling to sleep.

As the sun slipped into Kiba's room, the brunette shifted, so that his back was too the sun. However, after that moment, the male couldn't seem to go back to sleep. So, with a sigh, the brunette got up, careful to not disturb his faithful companion. He changed into normal clothes and went into the bathroom. The Inuzuka fixed his hair a little bit and made sure that he didn't have anything in his teeth. Then he went downstairs, grabbed a piece of toast to eat, and then left the house, going over to Kankuro's place. He was about half way there when he heard something in the distance, most likely coming from the training grounds. The male sighed and he went up to the grounds and looked around. When he saw Kankuro and his puppet, the male swallowed a little bit. Scary... He thought as he watched the puppet demolish the surroundings. Though, he did notice that the sand ninja looked a little tired and he sighed quietly. He got up and walked over and stood next to him his arms crossed. "How much sleep did you get last night?" The brunette asked, keeping his eyes on the puppet.

Kankuro had just been dozing off when suddenly Kiba's voice broke through the haze that had been developing over his mind. Letting out a startled yelp, he toppled over, Jii crashing into the ground as well. Groaning, he was tempted to just continue to lay there... But he wouldn't sleep anyways, even if he did. He never could do more than doze when he was stressed. Turning his head, he rolled over, propping himself up on his elbows and barely resisting the urge to rub at his face, not wanting to smear the purple design. He glared at Kiba as best he could, and flopped back, sighing. "Have you ever tried to sleep in the middle of a high-tension life or death mission?" he asked instead of answering the question. "You know that feeling of all your muscles being too tight, too wound up, and you can't relax enough to sleep because of the goddamn stress?" He closed his eyes. "Being in Konoha is like that for me. So, I didn't get a whole hell of a lot of sleep. And unless you can recommend someone to either spar with me of fuck me, I'm not gonna get sleep." Wearily, he lifted his arms, manipulating Jii to make it glide over to him, and leaned it against a tree nearby. "Look, no offense, but I'm not feeling my best right now. Don't you have some crotches to lick or asses to sniff or something? I'm sure you don't wanna be babysitting me."

The brunette had chuckled a little bit when the sand nin fell to the ground. The male then looked up at the sky as he listened to the other talk. When Kankuro said if he knew someone to spar with him or fuck him, the male blinked and then looked at the ground. A soft blush appeared on his face, but then he came a little overwhelmed with a little anger at what he said about the lick and sniffing part. "Well, for your information, Kankuro. I don't lick or sniff any body part unless I'm in the mood for sex. And lately, I haven't been able to get ANY from anyone. Nobody wants me. And the only person I really want is being a complete asshole to me!" The brunette snapped. "Also, he's completely oblivious to the fact that I liked him. Oh wait a second. He's laying right here on the ground in front of me." Kiba pointed his finger at Kankuro. "I like you. And I was so afraid to tell you, that I forgot what love and caring was about until you came back to Konoha. But, I guess it doesn't matter now because you don't like me." The brunette then started to walk away from the other, thinking about what he just said and guessing that maybe he shouldn't have said that.

Kankuro lay stunned for a few moments, then forced himself to his feet, not even bothering to run after Kiba and just twining his wires about his fingers, not minding the bite and feel of blood sliding down his hands as he looped them around Kiba's body, tightening them just enough that he wouldn't be able to get away without a decent struggle. He then took his sweet time stumbling up to the boy, and peering at him. "... Like hell no one wants you, you fucking ass," he finally said, voice thick. "I thought your sense of smell was supposed to be superior. You wanna know why I'm 'oblivious to the fact' that you 'like' me? Because I thought you'd be able to fucking notice this," he snarled, parting his cloak to show the arousal pressing against his pants. "I figured, 'What the hell, he has to know after three fucking years, so he obviously just wants nothing to do with me!" Sighing, he let loose the wires, running bloody fingers through his hair and turning away. "Fuck."

"Yeah. I'm being an asshole to you. I'm an asshole to everyone, get the fuck over it." He crossed his arms over his chest, staring out at the training field with glazed-over eyes. "You like me? Crock of shit's what that is. You've got a ton of other non-homicidal Shinobi to choose from who are dying to get their hands on you, like hell you'd 'like' me."

Kiba blinked a little when he felt the strings go around his body and yeah, he struggled a little bit, though he stopped when Kankuro appeared before him. Slowly too. The brunette listened to him talk, wanting to say something, but he kept his mouth shut. When the other moved his cloak, the brunette glanced down at the sand shinobi's arousal and swallowed a little bit. A light blush appeared on his cheeks as he looked down at the ground. When the wires were loosened, Kiba looked up at him and watched him run the blood through his hair, causing him to twitch a little bit, but he didn't say anything. After Kankuro finished his other small "rant," what Kiba would call it, the brunette smiled softly.

"You're right, Kankuro," The brunette said, setting a hand on his shoulder. "I don't like you." The male moved and stood in front of him, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing against him. "I love you," He whispered. Then Kiba slowly moved his lips closer to the other's and pressed them softly against Kankuro's. His eyes closed slowly, and he moved his head to the side a little to get a better angle on the kiss. Wanting it to be a little more passionate than when it started.

{Hey, I'm letting you know that I won't be on for about a week}

Kankuro stiffened at the hand on his shoulder, preparing for a blow- even if he knew better, instinct told him to runrunrunbeforehehurtsusrunrunRUN! He had to fight not to drop to the ground and scuttle away like a frightened child... but that's what Shinobi did. They fought against instinct, went into battle instead of running from it, and Kankuro had had a lot of practice at defying what his body wanted to do, so he stayed stock still, tense as the other boy moved around to stand in front of him.

Arms wrapped around his neck, and Kankuro raised his head to glower- come on get it over with already-

And was cut off by lips pressed against his own, gentle, slow-

Fuck that. His arms wrapped around Kiba's waist, pulling their bodies tighter together, and he pressed back against the other's lips, eyes closed as he did what he'd wanted to do for years, putting all of that frustration and longing into that one. Single. Kiss.

[Hey, I'm letting you know that I suck at writing when my brain is dead and my throat feels like it's been scratched to pieces by a rabid mole-rat. XD Sorry.]

Kiba smiled against Kankuro's lips and he pressed the other up against a tree, pressing his body up against his. The brunette slipped his tongue into the puppeteer's mouth, wanting to make the kiss a little more intense. He kept his body pressed firmly against the other's, reaching one of his hands up and ran it through Kankuro's blood stained hair. After that was off, he moved his hands down and worked on trying to get Kankuro's bothersome piece of clothing off. He didn't understand how that man could wear that thing.

The brunette pulled his lips back from the other's, though kept them inches from Kankuro's. The dog-boy was panting heavily, his tongue sticking out of his mouth a little bit. He took his forehead protector off and tossed it onto the ground. He wasn't a shinobi while he was kissing the man he cared about. After a soft sigh, the brunette set his forehead against Kankuro's lightly, smiling. "Are you happy now?" He asked, giving up on getting Kankuro's piece of clothing off of him. And how was he going to explain this to his mother when he got home and the dogs started to growl when they smelled Kankuro's scent on him?

A soft sigh of slight frustration escaped his lips and he closed his eyes, but he didn't move away from Kankuro. He was kind of happy that Akamaru had to stay home for a check-up today. The brunette opened his eyes and looked at Kankuro, his eyes searching the other's.

By the time their lips parted, Kankuro was completely, thoroughly breathless, pressed between the long line of Kiba's body and the not-quite-so-sexy line of the tree. He found his hands occupied, one fisted in Kiba's hair and the other wrapped around his back, and chuckled, impulsively pressing the Inuzuka harder against his body and moving one leg to wrap around the other's.

"Mm, very," he murmured, though his look was more sultry 'sex me up NOW' than 'happy'. He reluctantly relinquished his hold, pushing the other man away to easily pull his cloak off, leaving him in his pants and a tank-top. "Was that what you were trying to do?" He pulled Kiba back to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "And since I damn well know that we're not gonna finish this here, I feel pretty safe in sayin' that you're a goddamn cocktease. Shouldn't get a man worked up if you don't intend to deliver," he said, smirking.

Despite that, his hands were gentle, smoothing a path down his back to rest on his hips. "But fuck, you sure can kiss."

Kiba smiled a little as he saw Kankuro remove his cloak. The brunette's hands moved down the male's arms slowly. "Well, we definitely aren't going to able to finish it here with that face paint of yours on either," He teased, poking the other's forehead. "I probably have a purple ring around my lips now." The dog-boy wiped his mouth off with his sleeve, and sure enough, he could see a little tint of purple in his sleeve, even though his shirt was black. He sighed softly. He tried to ignore the leg around his own too, but it was hard to stand up with it wrapped around his own.

"Yeah, we aren't doing anymore with your face paint on. So, let's go back to your apartment," He said with a soft smile. "I'd take you back to mine, but I think my mom and sister's dogs would kill you as soon as you walked into the house." The brunette stretched his arms into the air, but he put them down when he heard Kankuro compliment him on his kissing. A soft blush appeared on his cheeks and he looked at the other, still smiling softly. "Th--Thanks." The blush got a little deeper. The brunette looked at the ground and he took one of Kankuro's hands, forgetting that he had a little of Kankuro's face paint on his forehead as well, since he had pressed it against the puppeteer's forehead.