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Desert Flowers Still Have Thorns Completed	By : Royality Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Good afternoon, Kankuro!" Shiro was leaning over the hospital bed of the man who had been asleep for the past six hours. Moving to the I.V drip, he injected a clear serum from a large needle into the bag which trailed to Kankuro's arm, who had absolutely no clue how he ended up there. Sitting up, Kankuro's head swam heavily. Looking around, he could see out the bedside window at the mid-afternoon sun. Turning the gaze, he spotted Akane come into the room through an opening door. The Vanguard was dressed elaborate clothing which looked normal, yet foreign. The rich blue clothing were covered with embodied symbols of golden vines and decorative cuts in the fabric that weren't typically found in common streets.
Under the red-head's arm was a book, as if he had been around for some time. Smiling, Akane looked relieved to see Kankuro awake. "Oh, that's good. You didn't die." Shiro smiled as well, scribbling on a clipboard.
"Nope. That toxin of yours is strong, but when you gave me a sample, I made an antidote. He should be pretty immune to it now." Akane gave a thankful nod as Kankuro listen, dumbfounded.
"Wait. WAIT. Last thing I remember, we were about to do it, and...you drugged me?" Flushed, Akane took a huffing seated position in the chair that was bedside.
"It was an accident. You never gave me a chance to tell you...Didn't think I had too." Giggling, Shiro let himself into the conversation as he continued to write the medical notes.
"Akane's potency is quite a rare gift. Marketed correctly, it's a powerful sleeping agent and relaxation aroma. Too much, however, and you're out cold like you were. I filled you with the antidote, so you're more tolerant now. You can continue to do what you were doing. I'll let Gaara know you're awake." Making a face, Kankuro turned to look at the rather guilty Vanguard, who looked ashamed without avoiding eye-contact.
"What? Why are you staring at me?" Sighing, Kankuro only laid back down.
"Am I really not good enough? You gotta try to kill me every time I kiss you? Did you even mean all that stuff you said about a temple and not being able to go home?" The solemn face looked over as Akane's green eyes finally looked away. "Yes and no. It's complicated."
"How is it complicated? Either you like me or you don't." With a soft sigh, Akane got up to sit on the edge of the bed.
"I meant what I said...sort of. You see, where I come from is cut off from the rest of the world. We are deep in the frozen mountain...so deep that it becomes a tropical oasis. We have a small village and send our merchants out to sell our rare flowers and herbs. A lot of medical supplies come from us because of our unusual weather all year..." After mumbled while twiddling his thumbs, he finally looked at Kankuro. A nervous smile surprised as he tried to explain the last of it. "And...you see...We don't have a Kage, we have a King...and..."
"Your Highness. It's a pleasure to see you again. I hope my brother isn't causing you trouble." Standing in a hurry, Akane turned to face Gaara, who came into the room with Shiro not too far behind.
"Ah...no. No trouble at all, Kazekage. He only just came around...so I'll be leaving..." Gaara's smile was that of kindness, but what he said wasn't a request.
"Please stay. We should discuss things."
"Right...I was just telling him..." One of the dark eyebrows raised on Kankuro's face, who was too busy feeling the after-effects of the antidote to really understand.
"Tellin' me what?"
"Ah, Big Brother. Please allow me to formally introduce Prince Akane Fusou, Current ruler of the Hidden Oasis Village and Vice-Captain of the Vanguard, that are stationed here for the time being. Your Highness, please allow me to apologize on my brother's behalf. He's a bit of a straight-forward type..." Sighing, Akane only rubbed the bridge between the pair of tired eyes. "
We've met." With a soft laugh, Gaara nodded as he looked to his brother.
"I'm sure you have." Kankuro only blinked, not sure if he really believed it.
"Wait...Wait." A dry laughed came from the bedridden man. "So, you're saying that you're a prince? And...I banished you from your town over a kiss?" Blushing, Akane tensed up.
"I rather be banished then go home with you! I'm only suppose to do that sort of stuff with my betrothed. You ruined me!"
"Now now, let's not be too hasty. There is nothing wrong. My brother might be a big idiot, but he seems to have genuine feelings about you and a think an alliance would be good for us...Speaking with your advisors and Head Priest, we have already come to an arrangement."
"What?! What do you mean arrangement?! You can't possibly..." Putting a strong arm around the prince's shoulders, the Kazekage lowered his tone.
"Well, how about you see how it goes? Since you're outside of your village, we agreed that it might be good for you to get some...experience...but if you wish to return, they can perform a cleansing..."
"I rather be cleansed now!"
"No need to rush. I'll leave you two alone to talk it out. Shiro. Come." Turning to leaving, Shiro nodded as he followed his master out of the room. The door closed, leaving Akane at a lost with his stalker. With nothing to do, Akane took a seat back on the edge of the bed to stare in misery at the floor. Feeling a bit bad, Kankuro sat up to rub Akane's depressed back. "So that's it, huh? You're some hot shot and too good for me?" Frowning, the red-head turned to look at him. "I never said anything like that...You're a....decent sort of guy, for a pervert rapist."
"Ha, ha, ha. Very cute. I'm not a rapist. I told you, it's natural progression. We've been going out for awhile."
"I haven't been dating you! Stop saying that!"
Despite the argument, Akane's strength behind the harsh words were waning. Shifting body weight, Kankuro's large bare arms came around to hug the prince's thin frame from behind. "You keep saying we weren't dating, but you never turned me away. You always paid attention when I talked." Akane looked away as a hand came up to pet a smooth cheek. A nose began to nuzzle the messy red hair, taking in the sweet and warm smells that naturally admitted from the smaller body. "Hey, I wanna kiss you again." Looking up, Akane gave a slow nod.
Suddenly, Kankuro felt nervous. The innocent face had sent shivers down his spine. Slowly, he leaned in to press lips against the other pair, which were as soft and sweet as the night before. The taste was still there, that nectar tint which filled Akane's mouth. Before managing to slip some tongue inside, Kankuro was pushed away. "That's enough. I don't want too..." Though, the flushed and aroused face was telling another story. After being grabbed and pushed back by the wrists, Akane found himself face-up on the hospital bed. Kankuro had positioned himself on top, staring down with intent. "I'm pretty sure I'm stronger than you. I'm bigger and a lot more willing to do bad shit. You've hit, punched, and drugged me enough to put me in the hospital. Don't you think I'm a little pissed off and tired?"
Staring up, the prince felt the coldness of Kankuro's tone. "I..I said was I sorry! I didn't think you would..."
"That I would what? Like you? You're the most pretty thing I've ever seen and the sweetest I've ever tasted. You don't taste like smokes, booze, and other guys like most women I've fucked. Half the time, I didn't even want to kiss them on the mouth, I just wanted my cock sucked." Glaring, the prince tried to push Kankuro off.
"This isn't funny. Let me go!" Roughly, he was pushed back down, this time being pinned by both wrists. The weight of Kankuro's body was heavy and hot, even more so as he leaned down.
"I like you. I can assure you that no one else will like ya as much as I do. I don't give a shit about that prince or vows or garden. Just you."
While breathing heavily, the light green eyes stared into the dark brown voids as they came closer. Both pair finally closed as a kiss came together. It was a hot thing, with heavy panting and saliva. Kankuro's tongue was forceful, nearly gagging the other man until he had to turn his head to cough. The tongue then slid up the side of the prince's face until lips and teeth bit into a pierced earlobe, which was decorated with three silver studs. Sitting on knees, Kankuro removed his weight. His freshly, moist lips parted as they continued to pant for air. As if intoxicated, he took the smaller hand of his captive, moving the thin fingers to be kissed. Winking, they were licked, even sucked, lewdly until dripping wet. Staring, Akane flinched as he felt the tongue on the sensitive pads of his fingers and the palm. Once it was nearly dripping with saliva, the hand was pushed down.
Remaining silent, Akane's lips were once again painfully close to Kankuro's, The slicked over hand began to touch upon the incredibly hard, thick meat between Kankuro's legs. With a hand over Akane's, Kankuro closed the grip in order to help guide it up and down, slowly at first. Leaning over, his moan filled Akane's blushing ear, causing the green eyes to shut tightly. "Go slow at first. Yeah, just like that. I'll do yours too." The prince tried his best to remain still as Kankuro unclasped the blue embroidered pants. With his erection freed, they were pulled down along a pair of white boxers just pasts subtle rear end.
After licking his own palm quickly, Kankuro took hold of the uncut meat, pushing the excess skin back to thumb the leaky tip. "I've only done this on myself, so sorry if I'm a bit rough." Akane could only hiss as the rough hand squeezed and jerked his cock in vulgar strokes. Some were fast, others were slow, sometimes even the palm twisted around. Akane's hand tried to match the timing of Kankuro's, though it was hard to concentrate between the deep kisses and occasional bites to his neck. Lowering his body, Kankuro pressed his cock against the other, grinding and thrusting. Against his own, Akane felt the random small squirt of pre-cum splash and rub against his meat, though his cock was doing the same. His free arm went around Kankuro's back, holding on desperately to the man's shirt. The moans and grunts grew louder and louder.
Even without penetration, Kankuro's body was thrusting on top of Akane's as if he was actually inserted into some tightly. The groans and urging were just as strong as if he were. Within another heavy kiss, Kankuro leaned to whisper in his fresh lover's ear. "I'm getting antsy, so you better hurry up." His hand gave a hard squeeze, jerking the cock he was manipulating faster and faster. The eyes, that only opened for a moment, shut again as Akane's body shivered deeply. Crying out, spurt after spurt shot into the palm of Kankuro's hand as it covered the tip while rubbing the knob. The orgasmic body went all but limp, barely noticing his pants and underwear being pull off at the ankles. Looking up, the hazy afterglow suddenly wore off as he felt himself being poked at by a slippery, leathery tip in the anus.
As legs got pulled up to Kankuro's shoulders, the cum-coaxed rod started to push toward the tight, yet to be de-flowed depths. "Wait! Wait! You can't do that! You can't!" However, the pushing didn't stop. It only led to Akane's hands being pinned down again, and a deep kiss to silence the protest voice. "Cry out." Moving away from the kiss, Kankuro pushed once again and the swollen tip spread apart the tightened ring. He knew it was hurting the virgin, but that didn't mean he was going to stop. He felt the quickened pulse around his dick as it squeezed and fought every inch that was forced inside. Akane refused to comply at first, biting his lower lip in defiance.
Leaning over, Kankuro gently kissed the bitten lip. "Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself. Breath." The teeth slowly released their hold on the lip, allowing Kankuro to push in the rest of the cock carefully until it was completely buried. "It's in, see? You took it pretty well. Do you want me to go slow?" What sort of question was that?! As much as Akane wanted to curse and yell, he could only nod. He had lost his voice somewhere that was choked up with the tears in his eyes from the initial pain. Looking up to Kankuro, he actually saw a kind smile. A hand reached up on its own to pet the dark hair. The face turned, kissing the inside of Akane's palm. As Kankuro's hips moved slowly back and forth, he found time to unbutton the blue and gold brocade shirt that was covering his lover's chest.
Opening it up, he was still a bit taken back that there were no breasts that wiggled and shook with thrusting. Running hands over the flat surface, he noticed how smooth it was, with the exception of the stiffened nipples. Putting the legs down, he pulled Akane into his lap as he, in turn, sat down. Clinging to the shoulders of the dark shirt, Akane hid his face to avoid eye contact in the embarrassing position. "Why....why are you doing this to me..." The voice was shaky and soft, full of nervous and fright.
"I told you, right? I like you. You like me too. This is what people do when they..."
Kankuro's voice was cut off by an unexpected kiss from the other man. "I get it." It made Kankuro blink, but smile as his hands went to the narrow hips that needed to be held onto. Moving them up and down, Akane gasped and clung. Though the green eyes remained shut tightly, the rest of the body was more willingly to accept the deep kisses, loving caresses, and deep penetration as Kankuro moaned into his mouth. "Sh..Shit...It's too tight. I .." A loud growl was the sign of Akane's inside being filled to the brim. Wave after wave of pent up frustration filled the stretched hole as he hugged tightly. Panting, a nose went to nuzzle Akane's neck. "Hey? Hey? You okay?" The red head only nodded, but slipped backwards. Catching him, Kankuro laid the worn out prince down before carefully removing his own cock with a hiss.
Blushing, he watched the semen leak out onto the white sheets. "I...wow, that was a lot...Sorry." Huffing, his lover pulled the blanket over his sore and ravaged body, wanting to crawl into a hole a die. "Hey? Hey? Are you mad at me still? It was good though, right?" The covers was immediately pulled up to cover the red hair and equally red face. "Akane...Oy? Your Highness...Come on, don't hide..." Tugging at the covers, they were promptly tugged right back. "Fine, fine...I'll let you rest...where the hell are my boxers..." Finding them tangled near the foot of the bed, they were pulled out and slipped back on. It was then when Kankuro noticed that the thin foot and ankle that were still exposed. Touching it, it retracted under the blankets after giving the hand a swift kick. Sighing, Kankuro moved to sit in the chair that Akane was in, their rolls now reversed.
*Author's Notes: This is a long chapter to make up for the time gap. I got a little behind in life! Had to catch up! For Akane's clothes, I wanted him to wear something that looks close to a Ancient Chinese temple and society. The Red Hibiscus shows a lot in Chinese Myth and Lore. Like with Shiro, I wanted to add him into the story before getting to the main plot points! I had fun with the names: Shiro means White and Akane means Crimson.*
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