A Season of Malcontent | By : katsuyo Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author's Note:
I would like to say thanks
to those folks who reviewed, especially Mrs.
Cake and Ox King who have read
the story previously on FFN. I greatly appreciate hearing your feedback.
This round contains scenes
of a decidedly sexual nature, violence and a lot of bad language.
Okay – This round also
contains a pole dancing scene as well as a citrus scene.
Again - if this kind of
thing offends you, then you shouldn't be reading this story!
A sentence in Italics
denotes the private thoughts of a character.
Some info for you:
Takaisaimi Sake is produced in the Tottori Prefecture and is said to be crisp and
delicate in flavor.
Source for Sake
Information: sake world. (Yes, that's the name of the website.)
PDA - public displays of
affection. (Yes – some folks don't know what it means.)
The song that Ino does her routine at the stripclub
is Superstar by Saliva. The lyrics are shown throughout the scene.
A ten thousand yen note is
roughly eighty-three US dollars and yes, Ino is
definitely worth a tip of that size. Yee-haw!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
or any of the characters. I don't make a red cent out of this either. Enjoy my
beautiful people, enjoy.
Round 10 – Happy Times indeed
Four Days Later...
Kankuro shot the laughing blond a dirty
look. It had been better part of a week since that embarrassing little incident
and she still thought the whole situation was funny.
The puppeteer reached back
and gingerly touched the large lump the size of a goose egg on the back of his
head before dropping his hand away from the still sore spot.
“You know... you're lucky
that you've got such a hard head and we didn't need to go to the hospital for
stitches.” murmured that annoyingly cheerful voice before two arms draped
around his neck.
“And I keep telling you
that you grossly underestimate just how incredibly sexy I find you.” groaned Kankuro as he felt her soft lips touch the swollen and
still angry looking lump.
“Well, thanks to you...I
am never going to make that mistake again.” replied Ino
with a soft smile, moving one hand up to his scalp.
The sand nin winced slightly as he felt her
fingers gently probed the sight with a little healing chakra.
“Ahhh...
Ino... are you almost done, sweetheart? It's starting
to sting a little.” grouched Kankuro softly.
“I'm done,
baka...” murmured the blonde, placing a kiss behind
his ear.
“Vixen... we don't have
time for that right now...” replied the puppeteer with a sexy groan, feeling
her tongue tracing the shell of his ear.
“Oh… I don’t mind having
another shower…later. I will be happy to scrub your back.” murmured Ino seductively.
The puppeteer bit back the
groan rising to his lips and sighed, “I wish we had the time for a quickie…but
we need to get going, beautiful.”
Kankuro tried to hold back the smirk when
he heard her let out a very unladylike snort before she shifted away and off
the bed.
She's so damn
insatiable... thank kami...
“Do you want to meet up
for lunch today, Ayame...or are you going to be too
busy with the girls?” asked Kankuro as he
stood up and reached for a clean Yukata.
Ino was having a tough time answering
the question. It didn't matter how many times she had seen her baka puppeteer naked...she found it was something that she
couldn't get enough of.
The puppet nin grinned evilly as he realized
that his beloved virago was a little distracted and decided that she wasn't
distracted enough as he started to strip the dirty yukata
off in a slow and erotic strip tease.
Ino felt her mouth suddenly go very
dry at all that hard flesh being revealed to her avid gaze, one tantalizing
section at a time.
The blood started to
trickle slowly out of her nose when she noticed that he wasn't wearing anything
under the garment, yet again.
“Damn it… you do that just
to get a reaction out of me, don’t you?” groaned Ino,
wiping at the blood as the yukata dropped to the
floor and a naked puppeteer prowled over to bathroom with the clean yukata flipped negligently over one shoulder.
“Yes… and best of all, it
works every time.” purred out Kankuro before closing
the door behind him.
The blonde quickly glanced
over at the clock and groaned.
She needed to get dressed
or she was going to be late and it was never a good idea to keep Suki waiting.
Ino slid off the bed and padded softly
over to the bathroom and tapped on the door before sliding it open to admire
the slick muscled body outlined by the shower curtain.
“What's up, Ayame?” called out Kankuro with a
smile on his lips as he heard the door slide open.
“I need to get dressed and
meet up with Suki... but I'll see you this evening?”
asked Ino, a little unsure.
The man chuckled and
murmured, “That's fine, gorgeous...I'm heading over to The Rusty Kunai to have
coffee with Louie, so I'll see you tonight then.”
The blonde let out the
breath she had been holding on and turned to leave but paused when she heard Kankuro call out, “Oh, Ayame?...
be careful.”
She turned to find his
piercing green eyes looking back at her and smiled gently before softly
replying, “Don't worry... Yukio. I have every
intention of coming back just to torment you.”
She left the bathroom
then, the sound of Kankuro's delighted laughter
echoing in the background.
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Later that morning...
“Lah,
good thing that the patrons are too drunk to care that you have all the grace
of a pregnant sow, Etsuko... Do it again! This time, put some effort into it,
you lazy little bitch!” sniped the deep female voice from inside the building
with the large garish neon sign on its roof.
Ino and her companion paused at the
doorway and gave each other knowing smiles before pushing the door open.
“You're in fine form
today, I see... Chi Chi.” called out Suki with a small smirk adorning his lips from the doorway.
The owner of the Happy
Times swiftly turned her elaborately coiffed head and clapped her large
manicured hands in delight when she saw her two guests standing there.
Chi Chi
gave a small wave before noting that the blonde had a large bag on her
shoulder.
“Ayame...dearest,
you brought your stuff again?” asked Chi Chi with a
delighted grin on her bright red lips.
Ino flushed slightly before she
replied, “Ahh, yes... Suki
persuaded me... He's determined that I outshine the rest of the
competition...to be honest, it wouldn't hurt if I
could get more practice on the stage. You don't mind, do you – Chi Chi?”
The elegantly dressed
woman shook her head and replied, “No – not at all, Ayame...
the way some of these girls are going in their practice, you may actually show
them something new.”
The whispers of “fucking
bitch” and “rotten old cow” could be heard drifting out from behind the beaded
curtains.
Chi Chi
gave her guests an evil and all knowing smile before her head swiveled around
and she gazed at the rustling beaded curtain with narrowed eyes.
“Shut it, you little cows!
If you had half the natural talent this young woman has, you'd be raking in the
cash hand over fist.” screeched Chi Chi.
“You sure I can't persuade
you and that man of yours to stick around a little while longer?” wheedled Chi Chi batting her false eyelashes.
“No... sorry,
Chi Chi... Yukio was lucky to get this much time
off... his boss couldn't do without him a minute longer than he needs to...”
replied Ino sadly, trying not to think about when Kankuro would need to head back to Suna
after this mission was finally completed.
“Oh... sweetie... oh...
oh... shit. It's okay...” murmured Chi Chi hurriedly
when she saw that sad look in the blonde's eyes before looking over at where
her friend Suki was standing, who merely nodded in
understanding.
“Well, honey... Why don't
you go and get ready? You can use the same dressing room as before... and don't
worry about the girls... they heard what you did to Akashi,
so they sure as hell don't want to get on your bad side.” replied Chi Chi soothingly, gently pushing the petite woman towards the
back stage area.
The brightly dressed pair
quietly watched the woman disappear before Chi Chi
asked, “This husband of hers is pretty hot looking, huh?”
Suki chortled and nodded, “Oh Kami...yes. The man is a moving violation! If I hadn't seen
first hand how he looks at her, I would have made a play for the man myself!”
Chi Chi
fanned herself with a large hand at that comment and asked, “And he still has
no idea what you two have planned for him then?”
Suki grinned evilly before replying,
“Not a clue.”
Chi Chi
nodded thoughtfully and murmured, “Well, don't worry Suki
darling... I'll make sure this girl puts on a show that they will be talking
about for weeks...”
Suki laughed in delight and countered,
“I knew I could count on you, Chi Chi... of course, knowing these two are going to be in your
establishment on Amateur night certainly isn't going to hurt business, is it?”
Chi Chi
looked at the petite male in the colorful kimono aghast and replied, “You
kidding me?! I'll be turning folks away in droves once this gets out on the
gossip mill...especially the way that girl moves on stage... Why the hell do
you think I agreed so readily to this scheme of yours?”
“She's good, isn't she?”
murmured Suki with a smirk.
“Lah,
Yukio is a very lucky man...but I have a feeling that poor girl is going to be
in no condition to even twitch an eyelash after he's finished showing
his...appreciation of her performance.” returned Chi Chi
with a small smile.
Suki chuckled knowingly and quietly
countered, “That's what I'm counting on, Chi Chi... can you imagine the babies those two will have?”
Chi Chi
clapped a large manicured hand to the front of her Kimono and groaned, “If he's
half as handsome as you tell me... they're going to be gorgeous!”
Suki sighed dramatically and murmured,
“Mah, about time you and I had some excitement in
this tiny burg of ours.”
Chi Chi
nodded in agreement before replying sadly, “Lah... I
know what you mean, Suki... this is certainly a
welcome break from the routine, that's for sure... speaking of which...”
The large woman broke off
abruptly, turned her attention to the stage and screeched, “ETSUKO! Get your
narrow skinny ass back on stage, you lazy little cow! Today!!... not next week!”
Suki pulled out a chair and sat down,
eager to see Ayame practice her number.
Yes... He doubted that
their little village will ever recover from having these two visit...
that's for sure.
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Meanwhile
in another part of town...
The burly bartender wiped
the bead of moisture off the last glass and bent down to put it away, absently
hearing the small tinkle of the bell as the door opened.
“So – you want your
usual...Yukio?” called out the barrel chested man,
not bothering to look up from his chore.
“Yeah...thanks... but not
so strong this time... the sludge you served me yesterday barely qualified as
coffee.” murmured Kankuro with a small smirk placing
a small bag onto the bar.
The man behind the bar
stood up and gave the package a cursory glance before contemplating the man
sitting in front of him.
“Is that what I think it
is?” asked the bartender gruffly.
“It is... so - how about
you throw out that shit you laughingly call coffee and brew us another pot with
this stuff.” replied Kankuro with a wry smile as he
pushed the bag over to the large man.
He watched as the
bartender picked up the bag with one strap and peered inside before looking
over at Kankuro in surprise and gruffly murmur,
“Where the hell did you get this?! This is the primo stuff!”
The sand nin let out a low and knowing
chuckle and responded, “I have my ways, Louie... why don't you get a pot
started and we'll see if it's as good as all the hype, hn?”
The bartender grinned
before disappearing into a small room in the back and returning a little while
later with a broad smile on his scarred face.
“It certainly smells a lot
better than the other stuff...so – where did you get it?” questioned Louie as
he leaned on his bar.
Kankuro laughed and replied, “Hisa over at the general store regularly special orders it
in...”
The puppeteer watched in
delight as the ruddy flush appeared on the big man's face at the mere mention
of the petite shop keeper's name.
Funny enough – he knew
exactly what the poor guy was going through. Ino
always seem to be able to turn him inside out as well with just a look.
They heard the tell tale
gurgling of the coffee pot finishing brewing and Louie pushed himself away from
the bar.
He returned a short while
later with two cups of the fragrant brew in hand.
Kankuro grabbed the cup with a relieved
smile, taking a swallow before closing his eyes with a sigh, “Ahhhh! This is much, much better... don't you agree,
Louie?”
The sand nin opened his eyes and saw the
large man nodding in agreement.
They drank in
companionable silence before Kankuro slid a hand down
into his pocket, fishing out a folded piece of parchment and placing in on the
bar.
“What the hell is that?”
asked Louie suspiciously.
“Why don't you open it and
find out, baka?” countered Kankuro
slightly amused to see the man who could put the fear of god into a bunch of
drunken regulars, break out into a sweat at the thought of reading a note from
a small slip of a shop keeper.
Louie took a nervous
swallow before reaching out and snatching the note out of the other man's
hands.
The puppeteer drank his
coffee in silence but started to get concerned when he saw the large man in
front of him suddenly get rather pale.
“What's wrong?” asked Kankuro with a frown.
“She said yes... she'd
love to go out on a date with me... she also wanted to know why the hell it
took me so damn long to ask her.” murmured Louie hoarsely.
The sand nin couldn't help it. He let out a
knowing chuckle.
“I told her that you would
pick her up Monday night at around seven pm...Just be yourself...remember to bathe, put on some good clothes to impress her
and try to have fun...simple. ” murmured Kankuro with
a wry smile.
“Yeah...
real simple.
How do you deal with it, Yukio? I mean… no offense but your woman is only a
little slip of a thing herself ….rather than being terrified, she gave my
brother hell for touching her.” responded the large bartender with a twist of
his lips.
“Heheheh...
you know the old saying, Louie... it's not the size of the dog in the fight but
rather the size of the fight in the dog... tiny women just have no fear.”
countered Kankuro with a small smile before he took
another sip of his coffee.
“Well, I'm still amazed as
hell that Hisa wants to go out on a date with me.” murmured Louie gruffly.
“The sooner you accept
that Hisa has already gotten you bagged and
tagged...the better off you will be. Hell – I've seen the way she looks at
you... you're already hers as far as she's concerned.” replied Kankuro with a knowing smirk.
“What?! I don't understand... I'm not much
to look at... I'm covered in scars... I own the roughest bar in town, for Kami's sake!” countered the bartender in disbelief.
“It doesn't matter... as
far as she's concerned, you're hers and heaven help any woman stupid enough to
make the mistake of trying to take what belongs to her.” finished Kankuro with a heartfelt groan.
“So, the gossips weren't
exaggerating about that incident in the restaurant were they?” murmured Louie,
the curiosity apparent in his tone.
“Hell no... the poor girl never stood a chance... Ayame
didn't care that I had turned the woman down either.” replied Kankuro with a wolfish smile.
“Holy
Hell...” murmured Louie in awe.
“Yeah...but I sure as hell
wouldn't want her any other way though.” said the sand nin with a goofy smile.
“Yeah... I guess not.”
replied Louie knowingly.
Louie looked down at the
bar surface thoughtfully before finally murmuring, “Well, I better not
disappoint Hisa then.”
Kankuro grinned in delight and replied,
“That's the spirit, Louie...now, how was your
evening?”
Louie took a sip of the
coffee and gave a heartfelt groan before grumbling, “I had some strange ones in
last night... and that’s saying something for this place.”
Kankuro hooded his eyes as the calculated
gleam emerged in their emerald depths while he took a sip of his coffee and
quietly murmured, “Do tell...”
He hated fooling
people... especially when they were as nice as Suki
and Louie but business came first before the pleasure of socializing and he
still had a mission to complete.
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Ino watched in mild amusement as the
colorful man opened the door of the shop and sashayed over to a rack of
costumes, leaving her to trail in after him.
“Suki...tell
me again why do I need to find another outfit? I don't understand why I can't
just wear the Milk Maid to...” broke off the blonde when she saw the effeminate
man look up from his perusal of the clothing rack with a horrified expression
on his face.
“No, no...sweetie... You never, ever, wear a bedroom gift to strip
in...never - not with a husband like yours...” replied
Suki in all seriousness.
“Oh.” murmured Ino suddenly feeling foolish and embarrassed.
A colorful arm draped over
the young woman's shoulders as Suki responded with a
small tinkling laugh, “It's okay, Ayame...
You weren't to know.”
“So – that outfit is known
as ...a bedroom gift?” asked Ino, now curious.
“Honey, anything that is
purchased for the sole purpose of the man's personal entertainment is usually
considered a bedroom gift, which means that you don't wear it in public... and
most especially NOT for the entertainment of other men... BIG no-no.” lectured
the gay man with a gentle smile.
“So – I can't wear...
anything from it?” wailed Ino in despair.
She loved that
outfit... more importantly – she loved the effect she had on Kankuro in that outfit!
“You just can't wear the
outfit, sweetie... the shoes and stockings are fine.” murmured Suki with a knowing look.
Ino reached out and fingered a black
fishnet outfit for a moment before giving the flamboyant man a concerned look
and whispering, “I don't think I can wear anything as revealing as this though,
Suki.”
That's because you're
no whore, darling...
Suki clucked his tongue and murmured
soothingly, “Lah – sweetie... you don't need to
reveal a lot of skin to put on a good show.”
“I don't...?” asked Ino in surprise.
“No... it's
called a strip tease for a reason, darling. Why the hell should you give those
drunken bums a look at your goodies?” replied the gay man with a sniff.
Suki removed his arm and walked over to
another rack of clothes, a bejewelled hand riffling
the coat hangers.
“So – what type of outfit
should I look for then, Suki?” asked the young woman
looking through another rack of outfits.
The shop owner stood up
and tapped a manicured finger against his chin before his eyes lit up and he
exclaimed with a wave of his hands, “I got it! We provide your audience with a
fantasy... so uniforms are a good place to start.”
“Okay, how about this?”
asked Ino holding up a school girl uniform with a
bright red tartan skirt.
Not if you don't want
to put on a live sex show with that yummy hubby of yours...
oh dear... is that blood?
“No, darling... school
girl is SOOO overdone.” said Suki outloud,
taking a dab at his nose with a lace handkerchief.
“Naughty Nurse?” asked Ino hopefully, holding up a white PVC nurse's outfit.
DITTO... that outfit is
just asking for trouble with this woman's man.. especially if he wants her to give him a public sponge
bath...
(drool)
...but
maybe as a bedroom gift, perhaps?
“No... the
PVC dress would get a little slick under those lights... and there's nothing
worse than an overly shiny body, Ayame.” replied Suki with a small grimace, dabbing at the side of his mouth
with the corner of the handkerchief.
This continued for a
while.
“Cop?”
Only if Chi Chi and I can watch you put the handcuffs on Yukio!!
“Overdone,
sweetie.”
“Playboy
bunny?”
Only if Yukio dresses
up as a Playgirl centerfold... yummies!
“No.”
Ino was at a loss as to what she
should wear after nearly an hour of the gay man vetoing every outfit she lifted
up for inspection before giving the Milk Maid costume a longing look.
It was a shame that she
couldn't just wear that... it was sexy without being slutty.
She gave the wall a
cursory glance but found her eyes drawn to one outfit in particular.
“How about that?” asked Ino with a confident smile, pointing to the ensemble on the
wall.
The man turned to see what
she pointing at and felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the outfit.
Lah – that's the perfect outfit to
attract a predator like Yukio...
“Perfect and I have the
most darling little two piece that you can wear
underneath it!” murmured Suki as the most perverted
smile appeared on his lips and refused to leave.
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Gaara drummed his fingers impatiently on
the surface of the table as he waited for his brother to report in for the day.
He was in a foul mood and
he was hoping that Kankuro would have some good news
or even some advice to help ease the gnawing frustration he felt whenever he was
in the same room as his pink haired tormentor.
She was still mad at him
for that little stunt in the kitchen yesterday but in his own defense, he found
that he couldn't help but take her up on her innocent offer.
The Kazekage
smirked knowingly as he absently touched his left cheek, remembering the slap
she delivered him, despite his ultimate defense.
The scroll in front of him
glowed, letting him know that his sibling was trying to contact him.
Gaara unsealed the scroll and saw Kankuro's message waiting for him on the parchment.
“Good afternoon, lord Kazekage... how is your hunting
going today?”
The red haired man's smirk
got wider as he picked up the pen and wrote:
“She's got claws...
I'll give her that... managed to slap me before the sand did its job.”
He smiled as he could see
his brother shrugging as his words appeared.
So, what happened to
get that kind of reaction?
Gaara tapped the end of the pen against
his lips, his eyes gleaming in unholy delight as he got lost in his reminisce.
Well? It must be good
if you're not immediately writing a reply...
The Kazekage
put pen to paper and wrote:
“Oh, it was... I came
into the kitchen to get something to eat and found her sitting at the table
eating a stack of pancakes... She asked me if I wanted some, so I told her that
I would just have a small taste...”
There was a pause before a
message started appearing on the message scroll,
“So, how was it?”
Gaara grinned evilly as he wrote:
“Sweet and very
addicting... the pancakes were not bad either.”
The red head could well
imagine the shit eating grin now adorning his brother's face as his message
appeared on the scroll.
Mwhoahahahah... you're lucky she didn't punch
you through a wall... that would have been tough to explain to the Hokage...
The Kazekage
glanced over at the door before allowing himself a small chuckle before he
started writing.
Well, she didn't seem
to mind the attention until she finally came down from that kiss I laid on
her... then she decided to smack me because she was feeling embarrassed. Speaking
of embarrassment – how is your head?
Gaara smirked as Kankuro's
message appeared.
Hahaha... It's feeling much better
thanks... Ino has been treating it regularly and the
swelling has come down considerably.
The red haired man made a
rude scoffing sound at his sibling’s comment because he knew for a fact that
wasn't the only swelling that the blonde was treating on a regular basis but
instead wrote:
You're lucky you have
such a hard head and you didn't have to go to the hospital…this time.
Gaara felt a small smirk rise on his
lips as he saw his brother’s immediate reply.
Yeah – that seems to be
a habit around her…but I find that I don't mind the challenge.
The Kazekage
secretly smiled at his brother's comment but sighed as he knew he needed to get
straight onto the business at hand today rather than spend a little extra time
discussing their respective...quarries.
How are you faring with
gathering information?
Gaara tapped his pen on the table as he
watched Kankuro's message appear.
Ino's been hanging around the sex shop
owner and his friend 'Chi-chi' this week... It definitely looks like we'll have
a chance to follow Kabuto back to his camp after the
Amateur night... According to Chi-chi... the man has become quite a regular...
I've also managed to
get a good deal of information out of Louie over at the Rusty Kunai.
The red head looked over
at the small scroll he received early that morning with a smirk and wrote back.
Yes – you were most
thorough... I was impressed... I take it that it didn't take much to garner his
co-operation?
Gaara let out a small evil chuckle as
his brother's reply appeared on the message scroll.
No... not really... it
turns out that his brother was the man that tried to force himself on the
vixen... so he was grateful that I didn't kill his sibling for his stupidity...
also promising to track down some half way decent coffee for the man didn't
hurt either.
The Kazekage
let out a heartfelt amen at the thought of having good coffee every morning...
being the man in charge did have its occasional advantages.
Good job, Kankuro... when do you anticipate being able to return back
to Suna?
Gaara missed his brother's visits... and
quite frankly, even though the daily scroll sessions were entertaining... it
wasn't the same as talking to his sibling in the flesh.
Kankuro seemed to sense the real reason
behind his question as his reply flashed onto the scroll:
Don't worry, Ototo...I will try to wrap this mission up as quickly as I
can... promise.
Gaara nodded in satisfaction before
replying:
I will hold you to
that, Aniki. What do you plan on doing about the kuniochi from the leaf village?
A thoughful
expression appeared on the red head's face as his brother's reply appeared on
the scroll.
I wish I knew, Gaara... I'm tempted to just kidnap the little shrew and
keep her locked up in my room indefinitely but I have a feeling that she
wouldn't be too thrilled about it... I would like a more...permanent
arrangement with the vixen but... I don't want to push the issue.
Gaara nodded in understanding at his
sibling's precarious situation with the blond and knew that she would fight him
every step of the way before finally giving up the struggle. He just wished
that he had some words of advice to offer Kankuro...
The kazekage
felt the small smile on his lips as he saw his brother's message appeared.
Don't worry about me, Ototo... I will figure out something with Ino... it's just going to take a little time, that's all.
The red head growled in
frustration as he wrote back.
I still expect to
receive your report this evening as soon as the blond returns.
Gaara could hear the smirk in Kankuro's voice as his message appeared:
I understand, Kazekage-sama. Speaking of blondes – how is Temari? Is she doing well?
A feral gleam appeared in
the young man's jade eyes as he replied:
Our sister is indeed
doing well... she just arrived back from Konoha this
morning... with a couple of souvenirs on her neck.
Gaara was grinning evilly as a message
appeared on the scroll.
Really? Hickeys...
how...interesting.
The Kazekage
laughed knowingly as he heard the door of his office open and a female voice
hiss, “I should have known that you couldn't keep this to yourself.”
Gaara shrugged as he wrote:
Temari's here...
Temari stalked over to the table, grabbed
the pen from Gaara's hand, turned the scroll around
and wrote:
I have a bone to pick
with you, Puppet Scum...what the hell did you say to that lazy ass bastard?!
Gaara's eyes lit up in unholy delight as Kankuro's reply appeared on the scroll:
Nothing that didn't
need to be said, dearest sister... I don't see why you're bitching about it...
you obviously reaped the...benefits of my little pep talk to the shadow
wielder...
The Kazekage
watched in amused silence as Temari went bright red,
wrote a one word reply and stormed out of the room, highly embarrassed.
He watched the door for a
while before he turned the scroll around to read Kankuro's
comment.
I take it she left
then? A pity... I was hoping to hear some juicy details...
Gaara laughed.
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Amateur Night
Ino was feeling uncharacteristically
nervous as she walked next to the large man who was her mission partner and
recently, had become her lover.
It had been difficult
enough to keep this a secret all week and now she was having serious doubts
that she could actually go through with this – despite having Chi Chi and Suki's help.
“Relax, Ayame... there's no other woman that I'm gonna see on that stage tonight that is ever going to
compare to you.” murmured Kankuro softly, secretly
amused by his vixen's preoccupation.
Ino stiffened in shock for moment
before realizing that he said it out of reassurance.
“Oh, I am sure that there
will be one or two with better legs than mine.” replied Ino
with a bite to her tone.
Kankuro held back the smirk that
threatened to appear on his face as he countered softly in a husky voice,
“Maybe... but none will ever have your fire, beautiful.”
Ino stopped walking and turned to
stare at the man beside her.
“You're seriously not
interested in other women, are you?” asked Ino in
wonderment.
“Nope. I've made my choice.” murmured Kankuro quietly.
“I'm a poor choice then.”
muttered Ino under her breath.
“I beg to differ.”
responded the puppeteer leaning over to kiss Ino on
the forehead.
Suki watched in amusement as the
striking couple stopped in the middle of the road and appeared to be having a
conversation before he saw that hunk of beef cake lean down and give the blonde
a chaste kiss on the temple.
Gorgeous, gorgeous
man...it was such a shame that he didn't play for his team.
Suki sighed before clapping his hands
loudly and calling out, “Okay, you lovebirds... enough of the PDA... we need to
get going... it's not a good idea to keep Chi Chi
waiting.”
“I thought you enjoyed a
good show, Suki.” drifted out that deep husky voice.
The petite man could feel
his face going bright red at the other man's sexual innuendo before he finally
squeaked, “Enough, you bad man... we need to get going. Trust me, darling – you
never want to see Chi Chi's dark side.”
Suki felt his insides turn to mush as
he heard that sinful laugh echo in the night and heard Yukio murmur, “You're
right, Suki... why don't we get going here and you
can tell me a little bit about the infamous Chi Chi
along the way, hmmm?”
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“Good god,
Suki... tell me that I've died and gone to
heaven. Are you here to save me, darling?” asked the elaborately dressed drag
queen.
Kankuro gazed at the large broad chested Audrey Hepburn look a
like holding court at a table directly in front of the stage and murmured in a
wickedly sultry voice, “I don't know, sweetheart... do you need saving?”
Chi Chi
felt her heart race a mile a minute when she heard that dark bedroom voice of
his and raised a hand to fan her heated face.
Chi Chi
looked over at her smirking friend and countered with a simper, “Honey, I
always need saving...most especially from myself. I can see that Suki wasn't exaggerating... you're quite the bad boy,
aren't you – Yukio?”
“I prefer the term misunderstood...
I can always be good...for the right woman.” replied the dark and dangerous man
with a wicked smile.
Chi Chi
stared at the male in shock before turning her gaze to the petite blonde and
giving her a sly smile.
“Ayame
- It must be terrible having to deal with a man who has an answer for
everything.” murmured Chichi in a lamenting tone.
The drag queen laughed in
delight as she watched the blonde go bright red at the comment as she turned
her face away but not before Chi Chi noted the
telling expression on the young woman’s face.
Lah – lucky girl... it's obvious he's
a handful to deal with but judging by that look on her face...I'd say that she
deals with it because he's pretty good in the sack.
“I noticed Hourouki is standing nearby... is it going to be one of
those nights Chi Chi darling?” murmured Suki with a small smirk on his lips.
Chi Chi
looked up at her friend and gifted him with a knowing smile of her own before
inclining her head with a slight nod, “Yes – it seems that word got around that
Akashi would be missing out on Amateur night until
she recovered from her injuries... so we've had quite a large turn out this
evening.”
Suki noticed the young woman beside him
go a little pale at the revelation and he leaned close to whisper, “Don't
stress, sweetie... Chi Chi and I have everything
under control.”
Ino tried to keep the inner panic she
felt rising up to take hold and nodded when she heard the small man's whispered
words of comfort.
“One of those nights?”
asked Kankuro with a dark eyebrow raised.
Chi Chi
turned, hypnotized by that deep sultry voice of his and was hard pressed not to
start drooling at the sight of that elegant eyebrow raised in challenge.
Kami! He's got the face of a fallen
angel, this one...
The drag queen glanced
over at her friend and noticed that one was trying to hold back the sympathetic
smile she just knew was lurking in the background.
Oh, hell. Suki, darling... you're a saint for having to deal with
this man in your store for as long as you have and not once have you jumped
him...
“It's club policy for the
ladies to sign in early for the Amateur's night. We have them check in their
music choice a day early, so it gives us a chance to get properly prepared...”
replied Chi Chi, feeling a little faint as she
continued to look at the large broad chested man.
“Chi Chi
can tell what type of night it's going to be by looking over the DJ's final
play list before she opens the club for business.” countered Suki with a sly smirk.
“So – I'm guessing that
I'm going to require copious amounts of alcohol to survive Amateur night?”
asked Kankuro with a quirk of his firm lips.
Chi Chi
watched in fascination as that little smile of his turned into a full blown
grin.
She heard Ayame let out a tiny groan of dismay before she heard him
reply, “Well, in that case, Chi Chi... tell Hourouki that I enjoy my
alcohol like my sex... hard, straight up and plenty of it.”
Chi Chi
felt her cheeks flush as she felt her jaw drop.
This man! So naughty!
It had been a long, long time since someone had gotten the best of her in a
conversation...
“Yukio...” growled out the
blonde in a hiss as Suki gave into the urge to laugh.
“Lah
– it's okay, Ayame... I'm
not offended...more intrigued than anything else. My, my... you certainly are a
handful, Yukio. I can see that I'm going to have to keep an eye on you, hmm?”
murmured Chi Chi in admiration.
Chi Chi
waited for the little group to join her at the table before she raised a
manicured finger to signal Hourouki.
“Well, Hourouki...
the first amateur is going to be on stage in a few minutes, we may as well
order the first round of drinks. What will you have, handsome?” asked Chi Chi raising her own eyebrow in challenge.
“I'll have a bottle of Takaisami sake for starters...and a shot of Patron Silver
Tequila later on in the evening.” replied Kankuro
with a saucy half smile on his face.
“Ahh,
I see you are a man with refined tastes...in alcohol as well as women.”
murmured Chi Chi, glancing over at the vivacious
blond woman sitting next to Suki, now more than a
little envious at the young woman's good fortune.
The lights on the stage
flickered as the music settled down to mere background noise and the MC walked
on.
“Well, darlings...the
colorful train wreck affectionately known as Amateur night is about to begin...
Hourouki... you better grab our drinks before this
one begins her act... I have a feeling we're going to need it...” muttered Chi Chi with a melodramatic sigh to the waiter before he left
with a sympathetic look on his face.
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One hour and thirty
minutes later…
“A big round of applause
for Natsuki Sugiyama, everyone.” called out the MC in
a hearty voice, despite looking a little green in the face.
“He's so worth the money
you pay him, Chi Chi...” murmured Suki,
impressed by the man's composure as members of the crowd raced towards the rest
room.
Kankuro grimaced and nodded in agreement.
They sure as hell
couldn't pay him enough money to deal with this on a regular basis...
Even he had his limits.
“Lah!! I'm scarred for life!” moaned Chi Chi
covering her face with her large manicured hands.
“There, there... Chi Chi... it's okay... the talentless little walrus has left the stage now...” clucked
Suki sympathetically patting his friend on the back
in comfort.
“It could be worse, Chi Chi... you could be the one having to judge the event...”
countered Kankuro dryly as the elaborately dressed
drag queen looked up in horror at the handsome brute sitting beside him before
screeching in a hoarse voice, “Hourouki... drinkies... NOW!”
A scantily attired waiter
brought over a large pitcher of a bright concoction with three cocktail
glasses.
Kankuro tried hard to prevent the smirk
from coming to his lips, pouring out the drinks as he heard Chi Chi wail, “How could she?! She could have picked something
else to strip to... anything but Madonna's Dress You Up... a classic
forever ruined – thanks to her awful tawdry little act! I wasn’t the only one
horrified! You were a little green too, were you Yukio sweetie?”
Kankuro nodded and added with a grimace,
“Yeah – Chichi... I really didn't need to see that much of her...charms that
close up.”
There was a definite
down side to being this close to the stage!
Chi Chi
gratefully took the proffered cocktail from the handsome man's hand and tossed
back the cocktail with a small flick of her wrist.
“The
little hussy! A
lime green fish net body suit and candy panties!! Pur-lease!
I thought I was going to toss my cookies when she bent over and offered members
of the audience an opportunity to take a nibble on those things... ewww!” spluttered Chi Chi with a
shudder, holding out her empty cocktail glass for Kankuro
to refill.
“I think it might be a
good time to start enforcing a new policy over at the shop.” muttered Suki under his breath as he took a healthy swallow of his
cocktail.
Yes – he was definitely
making an executive decision and never, ever, stocking them in his shop!
The body suits or the
candy panties...
“Yes – I was kind of
relieved that Ayame had to go to the ladies room...
rather than watch that performance...” responded Kankuro
sourly as he poured himself a drink.
He didn't notice the
telling look that passed between the elegant drag queen and her flamboyant
friend.
“Yes – it was tragic she
missed out on that...” murmured Chi Chi with a small
gleam in her eyes as she watched the staff finish cleaning up the stage and
disinfecting the stripper's pole in preparation for the next act.
Chi Chi
raised a scarlet finger nailed hand to signal the waiter once more and waited
for the signal from the MC.
The waiter appeared with another
pitcher of the fruity concoction as well as a shot glass containing a clear
liquid, which he placed in front of Kankuro.
“What's this for?” asked
the puppeteer, looking at his two companions now smirking at him.
“You're gonna need it for the next act, Yukio sweetie... trust me.” murmured Chi Chi
with a simper to her brightly painted lips.
“Really?” asked the large
sand nin with a sudden gleam
in his eye as the MC stepped onto the freshly cleaned stage.
“Let's give a big Happy
Times welcome to our next amateur... the lovely Ayame
Sakamoto.”
Kankuro's emerald eyes widened in shocked
delight as the stage went dark, only for a single blue spot light to flash on
after a few moments and shine down on a shadowy, leggy figure lounging
seductively against the gleaming brass pole.
The two friends watched in
amusement as the man tossed back the shot and fished out a small pile of yen
which he slapped down on the table in preparation for the next show.
“I told you that he was
going to like this...” murmured Chi Chi slyly.
“The best is yet to be
revealed, Chi Chi sweetie... wait until you see the
outfit I put her in...” countered Suki with a smirk.
The drag queen gasped, “Oooh! Tell me...”
“Shh...
Chi Chi... let's watch the
show...” smirked the gay man with a small wave of his hand as they turned their
attention to the young couple.
A bright spotlight
replaced the shadowy light to reveal a young woman in a short scarlet cloak
with her back to the audience, her long legs encased in black seamed fishnet
stockings with matching black satin bows marching up the seam to disappear
under the hem of the cloak. The blood red pumps on her feet gleamed in the
light as she stood there, against the pole, a wicker basket looped over the arm
lightly caressing the brass pole.
The hard driving beat of
the music started as the woman swivelled around to
slither seductively down the pole, her face finally revealed to the crowd.
“Oh hell...” murmured Kankuro, his mouth going dry at the sight of Ino dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood.
She looked so deceptively innocent as she swivelled
her hips seductively to the beat of the music.
Hell – he wanted to
lead her astray... take away that good girl aura of hers...
He watched transfixed as
the arm with the basket reached up to hold onto the pole as her body slid up
the pole, her full skirt pressed against her and the unforgiving surface.
The arm holding the basket
let go of the pole to trail down the front of her body.
Kankuro licked his suddenly dry lips as
she took another turn around the pole with the basket balanced in the crook of
her elbow on the outstretched arm.
Her little hip
gyrations were driving him nuts... and where the hell did she learn to move
like that?!
“Suki! You’re a bloody Genius!” squealed Chi Chi
as she clapped her hands together in delight.
“Lah
– Ayame deserves all the credit... she picked the
outfit, after all...” replied Suki with a perverted
smile.
Kankuro felt like a hungry predator laying
in wait as he tracked her movements on the stage.
Now has come the day
that I take the lead and I make you follow.
Toast the champion cause I came for greed and not for tomorrow.
If it feels good then
it feels good and I do it all day.
You want me to play you best bring your brain, you
best bring your money.
She released her grasp on
the pole to slink to the front of the stage, her
little basket swinging on her arm as her other hand reached up to release the
clasp on the hood.
Kankuro watched in delight as she dipped
low in front of him showing him a generous amount of cleavage thrusting up from
the top of her peasant blouse.
Make me a superstar.
No matter who you are.
She placed the basket at
the front of the stage with a low sweep of her arm and sent her cape flying to
the side of the stage with a flick of her other wrist as she gyrated up to a
standing position, her hands ghosting up her torso to the music.
Ino shot Kankuro
a smouldering look as her hands slid up the side of
her breasts and continued up the side of her neck before flicking one of the pig tails forward, licking her bottom lip seductively with
that pink tongue of hers before finally turning away.
Kankuro bit back the groan that came to
his own lips at her blatant invitation.
Hot damn...
Kankuro felt a possessive pride engulf him
as he tracked the blonde's retreating figure in the tightly cinched black PVC
corset and bright red velvet skirt.
She was incredibly
beautiful... and she was all... his.
Ino prowled over to the gleaming brass
pole and grasped it firmly, one hand above the other as she ground against the
hard surface.
“No fucking way...”
murmured Kankuro in hushed awe to the amusement of
his audience at the table as he realized what his little vixen was about to do,
watching her take a small step back from the pole.
Razorblade and lines
and I walk the line without feeling no one.
Damn my throat is dry, I can't taste the wine from
these empty bottles.
Films and magazines its all what I need and all what I planned on.
Where's my limousine.
It's just a dream that
I won't wake up from.
Ino launched herself onto the brass
pole, wrapping one long stocking clad leg around the pole as she leaned back
and swirled around the pole with the other leg extended.
Kankuro watched in silent awe as her foot
gracefully touched the stage before once more pushing herself off the ground to
twirl around the pole with bent knees.
“Oh Hell...” whispered the
puppet nin in reverence, his eyes never leaving the
sexy creature who seemed to be doing her best to get him all hot and bothered.
It was working... oh,
yes – it was definitely making quite the impression on him!
“Look at him, Chi Chi... he's drooling!” crowed Suki in delight, gently nudging his friend.
“Hehe...
honey – drool is going to the least of his troubles after he sees what
she does next.” murmured Chi Chi maliciously,
watching the large man licking his lips.
Kankuro felt the telltale twinge of a
nosebleed as he watched her gracefully land in front of the pole and grasped
the front of her top.
Make me a superstar.
It don't matter who you are.
Make me a superstar.
No matter who you are.
A roar erupted from the
delighted largely male audience as they watched the young woman tear off her
peasant top to reveal a frilly black and red bikini top that revealed a lot of
cleavage.
Kankuro placed a large hand under his nose
as his nose started to drip in earnest now, his eyes locking on the vision
dancing seductively across the stage.
The large man looked down
in as he felt something being none too gently pushed into his hand and glanced
over to see a highly amused Suki sinking back into
his seat with a knowing look in his eye.
He gave the effeminate man a gruff thanks as he wiped
his bleeding nose with the delicate handkerchief and turned his attention back
to the beautiful woman dancing for his pleasure on that large stage directly in
front of him.
Kankuro felt his pulse start to race in
excitement as he saw the devious little gleam appear in the blonde's blue eyes
as her hands came to rest on her hips as she did a grind in front of him.
Ino flicked her long pigtails over her
shoulder with a toss of her head as her small hands moved up to further
accentuate the teasing gyrations of her waist, giving him a challenging look.
He was more than up for
a challenge...especially with her...
Ino reached down and gave the full
skirt a teasing switch as she pivoted and prowled back to the brass pole.
“Down, boy...” murmured
Chi Chi slyly, putting her large hand onto the
puppeteer's shoulder and gently pushing him back down into his seat.
And all of my pills and
all of my drinks is makin
me, makin me.
And all that I feel and all that I see is makin me, makin me, makin me.
Ino grabbed hold of the pole in one
hand as she swirled around the pole, before she paused in front and arched her
back, the bottom half of her body grinding against the apparatus.
“Hell…” murmured Kankuro, transfixed by that hot look in her blue eyes.
He felt another part of
his anatomy becoming equally affected by the little vixen’s performance and was
beginning to wish that they were back in their room at the inn so she could
grind up against a different kind of pole.
Chi Chi
raised a delicate handkerchief to her nose as she heard the animalistic growl
hiss out from Yukio’s parted lips and watched as the man’s large hands dug into
the edge of the table.
The drag queen quickly
glanced over at her friend and noticed that Suki was
sitting there with a small grimace on his face and an identical scrap of lace
held to his nose.
Ino stepped away from the pole, one
hand tearing off the little corselette as the other
hand gripped higher on the shiny surface. She swung her lithe body up onto the
pole.
Cover me in greed, cause you planted the seed when you fed my ego.
Needless and disease for old invincible me like some kind of hero.
Is it no surprise that I'm paralyzed by my fame and fortune.
As I close my eyes and dive into the sky I'm dead 27.
Kankuro reached blindly across the table
and picked up a small shot glass filled with a clear liquid.
The suspense was
killing him… he just knew she was going to do something very naughty… and he
could hardly wait to see what it was…
Ino shot him a particularly hot and
naughty look before she leaned back, tossing her pigtails over her shoulder and
did the splits.
The puppet nin gave the stage a tiny little
salute with the shot glass before he tossed back the contents of the glass and
set it back on the table upside down.
Ino hooked her legs back around the brass pole as she
rotated around until she was facing her audience of one with a hungry look in
her eyes as she let go of the pole with her hands.
The audience erupted into
catcalls as Ino’s hands reached down to the floor,
giving Kankuro and the rest of the onlookers a good
look of her generous cleavage firmly held in by the lacy red and black bra top.
The audience let out a
collective roar as the blond flipped off the pole before turning slightly to
give everyone a saucy half smile over her shoulder.
“Unbelievable…” murmured
the puppet nin in awe as she
slinked back over to the pole.
There was a flurry of
hands as yen notes were being stuffed into the little cane basket at a dizzying
speed.
Make me a superstar.
It don't matter who you are.
Make me a superstar.
No matter who you are.
Ino’s hand slid teasing over the surface
as she ground her hips against it as her other hand teased down the side of her
body.
Kankuro pushed himself up from his seat
and leaned over the table as he saw her small hand tighten on the edge of the
skirt before…
A deafening roar filled
the strip club once more as the blonde woman tore the flared velvet skirt off
her body to reveal a matching pair of frilly black and red lace hot pants.
The sand nin licked his lips in
anticipation of the evening ahead as his heated gaze watched her continue to
gyrate around that pole.
And all of my pills and
all of my drinks is makin
me, makin me, makin me.
And all that I feel and all that I see is makin me, makin me, makin me.
And all of my pills and all of my drinks is killin me, killin me, killin me.
And all that I feel and all that I see is fakin me, fakin me.
Kankuro watched her grip the pole once
more to swirl once to stop at the front of the stage before pushing herself off
to swing around the brass apparatus, one leg hooked about the pole.
He privately vowed then
and there that he would try to organize a private pole dance for himself at a
later date.
Hell – it shouldn't
cost that much to install a stripper's pole in his apartment... surely?
Ino stalked across the stage, her blue
eyes locked on Kankuro's own as she stopped directly
in front of the owner's table and did a little hip grind.
The puppeteer didn't
notice Hourouki swiftly remove all the glasses on the
table as he watched her continue to tease him with her hot little body.
He also didn't notice Chi Chi give a nod to the blonde vixen on the stage and was
delighted when she lifted one finely sculpted and stocking clad leg, placing it
directly in front of him.
Ino gyrated down to a crouch and
stared directly into those hot emerald orbs of his, the heated promise of
sensual retribution apparent in their depths.
“Are you enjoying the
show, baby?” purred Ino as she touched his lean
cheek.
Suki and Chi Chi
felt the blood gush forth from their noses when they heard the large man growl
out, “Hell yes... I'll show you later just how much I appreciated your little
show, sweetheart...you'll be lucky if I can wait until we get back to our
room.”
They watched him bring up
a hand and slip a ten thousand yen note down into the deep cleavage of the
blonde’s frilly bra.
Ino gave his firm lips a saucy little
lick with her tongue before she danced back into a standing position and turned
to step back on the stage.
.
Make me a superstar, it don't matter who you are.
Make me a superstar, no matter who you are.
Superstar…
Kankuro felt a predatory gleam enter his
eyes as she sashayed back to the pole with a little extra switch in her hips.
He watched her hand trail
up the brass, preparing for one final swing before she launched herself once
more onto the surface with another roar of approval from the crowd.
Kankuro abruptly stood up and started
clapping enthusiastically as Ino finally leaned back
after the last sweep of the brass pole to give the audience a decidedly naughty
look from her position on the pole.
The MC walked back on
stage with a flushed look on his face as Ino finally
reached up and swung down from the pole to take her bows and called out in a
hoarse voice, “Big round of applause for the delightful Ayame
Sakamoto!”
Kankuro was about to stalk over to the
stage and pull her over his shoulder when he caught a brief alarmed look on her
face before she tilted her head slightly to the left.
He swiftly looked in the
direction she indicated, only to see a gray haired man with his back to him,
seemingly frozen and obviously halted in mid flight.
“Suki,
Chi Chi…. I need to go outside to clear my head
before I end up doing something totally unforgivable and provide your guests
with some additional entertainment. Could you please tell my gorgeous wife that
I won’t be long.” murmured Kankuro in a smoky bedroom
voice to the pair sitting there with their mouths open.
The puppeteer stared up at
the stage and gave the little vixen standing there a tiny nod of his head as
well as a silent promise to thank her for her little surprise later that night.
“Well, Chi Chi… I think that went remarkably well…. Don’t you?”
croaked out Suki as he fluttered a small hand in
front of his face as the large man disappeared into the crowd.
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“Who’s your friend?” grinned the large bouncer as Kankuro
emerged outside the club.
“Just
some poor soul who’s had too much to drink, Daichi. I didn’t think it was a smart idea
if your boss saw him about to pass out in her club.” replied Kankuro with an apologetic shrug of his shoulder watching
in silent amusement as the hired goon blanched.
“Yeah… good thinking… did
you manage to find out where’s he staying or is he too far gone?” asked the
bouncer in concern as he continued to scan the doorway.
“Unfortunately not… but I
noticed that there’s a little 24 hour café around the corner. I was going to
get some water down his system and sober him up a little… and then I will be
coming back to see the rest of the show.” replied Kankuro
with a grin.
“Heheh…
I kinda think that the rest of Amateur night will be
anti-climactic after that hot little blonde’s act… she was amazing.” murmured
the bouncer in awe.
“Yeah, I keep telling her
that she’s spectacular… maybe now she will finally believe me…. I’ll see you
soon, Daichi…” said Kankuro
as he dragged the gray haired man lounging limply at his side off down the
street.
“I’ll be damned… what a
lucky bastard.” muttered the bouncer in deep admiration as he watched the large
man disappear into the night with his burden in tow.
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“Wait! Slow down… what’s the hurry?” murmured Ino breathlessly as she was dragged down the dark street
and rapidly away from the strip club behind the stalking form of the puppet nin.
Kankuro let out a low frustrated growl as
he glanced over his shoulder at the sight of a disheveled Ino
trying to catch her breath.
He couldn’t take it
anymore… he couldn’t wait until they reached their room.
“Yukio,
now is not the time to do this…” groaned Ino as the
large sand nin jerked her into a small alleyway and
pressed her back up against the wall with his larger frame.
“Sorry, sweetheart… but I
beg to differ… I did give you fair warning that this could happen.” murmured Kankuro hotly into her ear as he bit teasingly onto the
side of her neck.
“Can’t you wait until… eeek… uh….” murmured Ino, her
face starting to flush bright red in embarrassment as she felt the night air
caress her bare flesh as Kankuro tugged down her
panties with one large hand.
“No – it can’t wait. I
need to be inside you…now.” replied Kankuro in a
sultry low growl against her neck, smiling as he felt her breath hitch in her
throat and her pulse racing under the pale skin.
Ino could feel her excitement mount as
she heard the rasp of a zipper being pulled down before Kankuro
lifted her up and…
“Ahhh… kami…” gasped Ino, her trepidation forgotten as she was impaled onto him.
“Damn it… it never felt
this good Ino… only with you…” whispered Kankuro in a soft smoky rasp into her ear as he felt her
eagerness grip him snuggly.
The blond could feel her
insides turned to mush at his heated confession as he drove deeper into her
waiting flesh and her finger nails dug into the muscles in his shoulder as her
back grazed the rough surface of the brick wall.
“Holy….harder…. yes….”
panted Ino as he gripped tighter on her hips and
started to move in and out of her willing body.
“Harder?” murmured Kankuro hotly against Ino’s
shoulder as his teeth grazed her collar bone lightly.
“Yes…Yes…more….ahhh….Kami!!” gasped the young
woman as he pounded away at a bruising pace.
Ino knew that she was going to have
some bruises on her hips from his grip in the morning but right now, she didn’t
care…
Ino let out a piercing scream that
echoed out into the deserted street as she felt her peak rapidly approaching.
“Hell… so tight… mine…” whispered Kankuro darkly as
he felt the tiny tremors rippling through the blonde’s body.
“No… you’re
MINE…bastard…all…. Ahhhh…mine!” gasped Ino as her hips ground down on his pelvis.
“Yes…yes… yours,
sweetheart…only yours…” groaned Kankuro as he could
feel his own peak approaching as her teeth bit into the soft flesh of his
shoulder.
He felt it then… a strong
rippling of the muscles from deep inside his sweet vixen before her sharp teeth
broke the skin as her body clamped down hard on him.
He felt the nails scored
deep into his back, hissing slightly as he continued to drive into her.
Their cries shattered the
night as they reached their climax.
Ino held on as her orgasm drained her
of her energy by its sheer intensity.
They stood there in the
dirty alley and tried to catch their breaths, both overwhelmed by what had just
occurred.
“Mmm…
I think we should get back to the inn…” murmured Ino
with a small sigh after a while.
Kankuro chuckled softly as he slowly
pulled out of her and gently put her feet back on the ground.
“There… more presentable
now…” murmured Kankuro with a small smirk in his
voice as he tugged up her lacy panties.
The puppeteer adjusted his
clothes and finally looked over at a blushing Ino,
waiting for him.
“Let’s get going,
beautiful… we can continue this conversation in private.” murmured Kankuro with a sexy half smile.
The blonde nodded as she
took his hand before he pulled her back onto the main street.
They never noticed the
small figure standing there in the middle of the street with a blood soaked
handkerchief under his nose.
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Ino stared in disgust at the gray
haired man glaring daggers at her.
She didn’t need to slip
into his mind to figure out that he wanted to strangle the daylights out of
her.
Kankuro had trussed the man up like a
thanksgiving turkey and strung him up in the shower stall, hooking his arms
around the shower head.
“How the hell am I supposed to have a shower if he’s in there?” growled Ino, not at all happy.
“Hell – just draw the
curtain back across and have a bath instead, Vixen.” replied Kankuro with a small sigh.
He could see regret
ghosting over her features and quickly guessed what she was thinking.
“Sweetheart… don’t beat
yourself up… you did the right thing considering the situation.” said the
puppet nin pulling the
blonde into his arms.
“What should we do now? We
can’t let him go…” uttered Ino softly.
“It looks like I will be
heading back to Suna in the morning…but I will come
back for you after I drop him off in my brother’s loving care.” murmured Kankuro, giving Kabuto a sly and
knowing look as the man stiffened at his words.
“You’re leaving me
behind?” asked Ino in shock.
“Hell…it’s the only way,
gorgeous… we can’t afford to arouse any suspicion.” replied Kankuro
with a groan as he saw the hurt look in her eyes.
Ino gave the bound man another look,
this time one of studied contemplation before finally nodding with a small
smile, “No, no… you’re right… I don’t like it… but I understand.”
“Sweetheart… I will be
back as fast as I can…okay?” murmured the sand nin, his chin resting on the top of her head.
“I guess you need to start
packing so you’re ready to leave in the morning…” responded Ino
with a sigh.
“I can do that later,
gorgeous… first I need to show you my appreciation for that amazing little show
you put on tonight…” grinned Kankuro wolfishly.
“Again?! Uh… sweetheart… do you think
that’s a good idea… with our friend there?” asked Ino
in concern as she stepped back from Kankuro and tried
to inch out of the bathroom.
“Absolutely,
beautiful! It’s
not as though he’s got much say in the matter anyway...” replied Kankuro before closing the door behind him.
Kabuto closed his eyes, his groan muffled
against the gag in his mouth as he tried to shut out the sounds coming from the
bedroom.
Lord Kami…just kill me now…
It was going to be a long night by the sound of things and the perverted
bastard was just getting started!
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