Well…..I was bored a while ago and thought about the possibility of a Kankuro/Kiba pairing and so I guess I made this drabblet. Never really finished and I don’t remember the plans for this fic so I just sorta…..bullshat (yes, SHAT.) the ending because I liked the idea but didn’t want to let it sit collecting dust. Enjoy the old fanfiction! ::shakes off the spiders and dirt for you::

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Naruto Drabbles

Drabble Dies

Pairing: Kankuro/Kiba

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Kankuro stuck out his tongue and tried to not cross his eyes in boredom. He was going INSANE in this small village of the Leaves. All he wanted to do was go to sleep, but nooo~oooo. He had to stay and watch the Kazekage-sama and make sure the ANBU behaved like good little deadly Ninja. Sigh, this day was just going downhill since breakfast. Which had consisted of some strange looking bread-like substance. He was used to roots and the like which were very popular, and festive in the desert. Gladly, he drank down as much water he could hold due to the fact that their own village worshiped water like a GOD.

Rolling his eyes, he tried not to think of the strict rules imposed by his younger brother, but he knew they had a purpose. Gaara was here to try and impose a treaty among the Konoha village. He wanted to have access to all of the trades that passed along here. In the Deseret Village, they had hardly anyone pass through for large trades, but Konoha constantly had rich men and women from different villages pass through and trade. For Suna to survive, they had to start making contact with the rest of the world.

The only reason that Suna currently had its stand in Konoha was because of Mr. Fuzzy Brows himself. Gaara and the weirdo had a weird relationship. It bordered on Hate, Respect, and something else that Kankuro had no wish to further explore. It was already weird enough to have to think of Lee as someone to respect because of his relations with his younger brother.

Hearing a bored sigh that mimicked his own in a faintly satisfying way, Kankuro peered over in a bored way. Catching the glazed stare of the Dog Freak, named Kiba if he could remember correctly, he wondered what the other was up to. Watching the other, he noticed a slight hand movement near the other’s nether regions.

‘Wha-?!’ Kankuro almost let out an audible gasp as he watched the other stare pointedly at the Puppeteer while slipping a slightly clawed hand into his pants.

Kankuro felt his body suddenly tense as the other began to make soothing circular motions underneath the white clothe. Beneath his own black coloured pants, Kankuro could feel his own body take notice of the erotic motion that the other was making.

Could the other really be doing what it looked like!? Was really going to masturbate while in the presence of two Kage’s!? It was so psychotic, but strangely...arousing. What would happen if he was found out during the course of the meeting? No one could smell the scent of fresh sex except the Dog Freak himself. Would he even got caught? The idea of masturbating while two boring people discussed politics that could immediately rend you dickless seemed to make Kankuro harder than he already was.

Kankuro watched with now half hooded eyes as the other gently tugged at himself with a slow hand. Kankuro wished the other would hurry up so he could stop watching. It seemed that Kiba had some sort of hypnotic power over himself because he could not look away. Kankuro felt his hand twitch, and without his own will power skitter to his own crotch. Looking down in surprise, he felt his own hand slip into his pants with a will of its own. Glaring back at Kiba, Kankuro knew it was the Idiot Dog’s fault that he was suddenly so horny in the middle of the meeting.

Mouthing out to the other, ‘Stop it you stupid mutt!’ his only reply was a slow, and almost seductive wink as the other hand lifted to ‘itch’ at his chest. Kankuro knew that the other was rubbing himself through the rough material, and the thought sent bursts of electricity down his spine, and into his stomach.

“Kankuro!” shouted an angry voice, and the Puppet Master whipped about to look at his younger brother.

“What Kazekage-sama?” The words sounded strange. A high ranking name, with a impolite beginning. Just the sort of thing that an older brother would pull.

“Listen to our meetings. Do not fall asleep.” the other said with an irritated look. It was obvious that he wished the other to stop being so incompetent, and listen.

Kankuro sent a glare that would fry the ants right off the sand to Kiba. ‘Hate you.’ He mouthed to the other.

Kiba only smirked.