Of Role-Playing and Couches
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG
Name: Of Role-Playing and Couches
Pairing: Kiba/Kankurou
Genre: Humor, pre-Smut
Summary: Kiba and Kankurou's attempt at role-playing doesn't go quite as planned.
“Kankurou, you idiot!! No sex for a month!! Do you hear me?!”
Getting no response, Kiba seethed and slammed his fist against the floor. Dammit, his head hurt! He probably had a bump the size of Konoha! Stupid floor, stupid couch, and stupid, stupid Kankurou! “If you’re gonna give me a concussion, you asshole, you could at least be quicker with the ice!”
Still no answer. Kiba pounded his fist against the floor again. “This is all your damn fault, you know!” He sat up to throw a pillow at the doorway, but quickly lay back down when his head started to swim. He clutched at his head and rolled onto his back, trying to find a position that might make his head less sore. “This freaking hurts, Kankurou!! You just had to have sex on your stupid new couch, didn’t you? You just had to dress me up like some kind of showgirl!” Kiba glared in the general direction of the doorway. “Are you even listening to me, you perverted freak?!”
Why the hell wasn’t Kankurou answering? He hadn’t left or something, had he? Dammit, he had better not be off somewhere throwing a snit fit because Kiba had yelled at him! He deserved to be yelled at! It was all his fault!!
Okay… so maybe Kiba had thought the new couch was pretty damn cool when he first saw it. And maybe he did enjoy Kankurou’s little obsession with role-playing (though he really had no clue what sort of game required him to wear fishnets and a leash, and Kankurou to put on tribal make-up). But it had been Kankurou who had bought the damn couch (didn’t he notice how close to the floor it was?!), and Kankurou who had put him in the fishnets (which provided absolutely no traction for a slippery, sweaty body), and Kankurou who had gone and gotten him hot and bothered and disoriented, so it was Kankurou’s fault that he had slipped off the couch and hit his head!! And where the hell was his ice, anyway?!
“God, you’re noisy.”
Kiba rolled over to give Kankurou another verbal thrashing, but stopped short when his eyes reached the doorway. There stood Kankurou, ice in hand, wearing a wicked grin and a super short, super tight, nurse’s outfit.
“Is there anything the patient needs?”
…Okay, so maybe Kankurou’s month without sex could start tomorrow.
Rating: PG
Name: Of Role-Playing and Couches
Pairing: Kiba/Kankurou
Genre: Humor, pre-Smut
Summary: Kiba and Kankurou's attempt at role-playing doesn't go quite as planned.
“Kankurou, you idiot!! No sex for a month!! Do you hear me?!”
Getting no response, Kiba seethed and slammed his fist against the floor. Dammit, his head hurt! He probably had a bump the size of Konoha! Stupid floor, stupid couch, and stupid, stupid Kankurou! “If you’re gonna give me a concussion, you asshole, you could at least be quicker with the ice!”
Still no answer. Kiba pounded his fist against the floor again. “This is all your damn fault, you know!” He sat up to throw a pillow at the doorway, but quickly lay back down when his head started to swim. He clutched at his head and rolled onto his back, trying to find a position that might make his head less sore. “This freaking hurts, Kankurou!! You just had to have sex on your stupid new couch, didn’t you? You just had to dress me up like some kind of showgirl!” Kiba glared in the general direction of the doorway. “Are you even listening to me, you perverted freak?!”
Why the hell wasn’t Kankurou answering? He hadn’t left or something, had he? Dammit, he had better not be off somewhere throwing a snit fit because Kiba had yelled at him! He deserved to be yelled at! It was all his fault!!
Okay… so maybe Kiba had thought the new couch was pretty damn cool when he first saw it. And maybe he did enjoy Kankurou’s little obsession with role-playing (though he really had no clue what sort of game required him to wear fishnets and a leash, and Kankurou to put on tribal make-up). But it had been Kankurou who had bought the damn couch (didn’t he notice how close to the floor it was?!), and Kankurou who had put him in the fishnets (which provided absolutely no traction for a slippery, sweaty body), and Kankurou who had gone and gotten him hot and bothered and disoriented, so it was Kankurou’s fault that he had slipped off the couch and hit his head!! And where the hell was his ice, anyway?!
“God, you’re noisy.”
Kiba rolled over to give Kankurou another verbal thrashing, but stopped short when his eyes reached the doorway. There stood Kankurou, ice in hand, wearing a wicked grin and a super short, super tight, nurse’s outfit.
“Is there anything the patient needs?”
…Okay, so maybe Kankurou’s month without sex could start tomorrow.