Good Things Come in Threes
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Running Out of Time
Title: "Bound"
Author: blurredoasis
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kiba/Shika/Neji (and any other form of those three names together)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: lemon, masturbation, swearing, yaoi, and threesome (I guess I should warn about that)
Summary: A mission gets complicated when Neji realizes what his fellow man can do for him.
Notes: This is dedicated to Ryals. We've had a few discussions of Kiba/Shika vs. Neji/Shika, and even a brief mention of a Kiba/Shika/Neji! I figured what the hell, I would try and write it. Just as much as i've stuck Kiba into her mind, her Neji has weaseled into mine. This is my first time with a threesome, hopefully doing them justice.
Disclaimer: Yeah, none of these three are mine. Nothing is mine, but my crazy mind.
Prologue: Running Out of Time
His blood soaked hands slipped on the thigh of the body sprawled onto his back, shifting the weight of the leg lower, throwing his balance off just slightly. Growling, he paused mid step, landing gracefully on a branch. The body on his back gave a pitiful moan as he moved, gripping the thigh harder and higher up. “You better not die on me,” he hissed to the body, very keenly aware of the slow raising of the rib cage pressed to his back. He expected the silence, but it didn't please him. Normally to have that quietness, to have those ruby red lips shut up for once, would be a blessing in disguise. But right now he would give anything to hear that voice, for any sign the man was still alive besides the rasping breath. But there was nothing, and there would be nothing unless he got to the next town quickly.
He jumped onward, feet nearly slipping on each of the branches, forcing him to stick more chakra into his heels. “Water everywhere,” the runner scowled again, using the raising anger to shove more chakra where it was needed. “I hate it when things get wet. I'm wet and wearing clothes, when the only time I should be wet is naked in a shower. This whole thing is an oxymoron.” Grumbles about the uncomfortable situation of his attire followed his speeding body, slowly eating away at his concentration, creating more anger than awareness. It was his step on a rotten branch that stopped him in his tracks, crumbling under his feet. There wasn’t even enough time to hiss out some curses as he tumbled downward, twisting to land on his back while flipping his companion onto his chest. The mushy ground cushioned his fall somewhat, causing a wave of tingles coursing through his body. That didn't matter much, and he didn't dwell on it for long. The real pain came with the sickening crack of his forearm bones snapping in half as they got sandwiched between a large rock and the tumbling body of his friend.
The world went blank for a second, but just as quickly, he snapped out of it. “Oh my--!” What followed was a colorful selection of curse words, each repeated at least three times. Suddenly, somewhere in the middle of the rant using all possible usages of “fuck“, it dawned on him what he should be doing and where he was going, and that whatever pain he was in was nothing compared to his friend. His arm was broken; his friend's leg had a hole he could see through.
Sitting up slowly, and gingerly pulling his arm to his side, his eyes scanned over the body next to him. A white dog sniffed at every possible spot on the man, nudging into the dark red stained patches on his uniform. After the best check that a dog could do, Akamaru barked, voicing that, surprisingly, he was in good condition.
“You're so fucking lucky.” The man muttered, standing up shakingly to his feet. “You must have nine lives.” His eyes drifted from the fallen body to the white dog, sighing. “You're going to need to help me tie him to my back, Akamaru. I can pull him to a nearby tree and prop him up. If I sit in front of him, you should be able to tie us together then. Hopefully we can continue that way.” He paused for a second, glancing from the dog to the semi-conscious man. “This is a true sign of friendship, right?" He nearly hissed to the unconcious body. "Tying you to my back, taking care of you before me when my arm is... well, for fuck‘s sake, I can see where my bone snapped and nearly ripped through the skin! I just hope you survive so I can rub every single detail I've done for you into that brain of yours.” Once again, there was no response from the man being scolded, so the other just turned to the dog, raising an eyebrow. “Ready Akamaru?“ The dog nodded his agreement. It took longer than he would have liked, but soon the body was slung on his back again, the hands tied around his neck and the legs around his waist. He continued his trek, fighting off the exhaustion that tugged at his mind, the wavering adrenaline, the cry of every muscle to just rest, and the anguish of his throbbing arm. Just a few more hours then he could collapse into a lump of flesh, to sleep forever.
To sleep forever. No doubt both men dancing through the forest wished they could give into their battle torn bodies but it was the memory of a third man that kept the runner going, knowing he couldn't disappoint him. No, the three of them had bonded in the oddest way and death wasn't going to break them apart now. Not if he had anything to say about it.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, his thoughts drifted to the past month and how things were so much simpler then.
Author: blurredoasis
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kiba/Shika/Neji (and any other form of those three names together)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: lemon, masturbation, swearing, yaoi, and threesome (I guess I should warn about that)
Summary: A mission gets complicated when Neji realizes what his fellow man can do for him.
Notes: This is dedicated to Ryals. We've had a few discussions of Kiba/Shika vs. Neji/Shika, and even a brief mention of a Kiba/Shika/Neji! I figured what the hell, I would try and write it. Just as much as i've stuck Kiba into her mind, her Neji has weaseled into mine. This is my first time with a threesome, hopefully doing them justice.
Disclaimer: Yeah, none of these three are mine. Nothing is mine, but my crazy mind.
Prologue: Running Out of Time
His blood soaked hands slipped on the thigh of the body sprawled onto his back, shifting the weight of the leg lower, throwing his balance off just slightly. Growling, he paused mid step, landing gracefully on a branch. The body on his back gave a pitiful moan as he moved, gripping the thigh harder and higher up. “You better not die on me,” he hissed to the body, very keenly aware of the slow raising of the rib cage pressed to his back. He expected the silence, but it didn't please him. Normally to have that quietness, to have those ruby red lips shut up for once, would be a blessing in disguise. But right now he would give anything to hear that voice, for any sign the man was still alive besides the rasping breath. But there was nothing, and there would be nothing unless he got to the next town quickly.
He jumped onward, feet nearly slipping on each of the branches, forcing him to stick more chakra into his heels. “Water everywhere,” the runner scowled again, using the raising anger to shove more chakra where it was needed. “I hate it when things get wet. I'm wet and wearing clothes, when the only time I should be wet is naked in a shower. This whole thing is an oxymoron.” Grumbles about the uncomfortable situation of his attire followed his speeding body, slowly eating away at his concentration, creating more anger than awareness. It was his step on a rotten branch that stopped him in his tracks, crumbling under his feet. There wasn’t even enough time to hiss out some curses as he tumbled downward, twisting to land on his back while flipping his companion onto his chest. The mushy ground cushioned his fall somewhat, causing a wave of tingles coursing through his body. That didn't matter much, and he didn't dwell on it for long. The real pain came with the sickening crack of his forearm bones snapping in half as they got sandwiched between a large rock and the tumbling body of his friend.
The world went blank for a second, but just as quickly, he snapped out of it. “Oh my--!” What followed was a colorful selection of curse words, each repeated at least three times. Suddenly, somewhere in the middle of the rant using all possible usages of “fuck“, it dawned on him what he should be doing and where he was going, and that whatever pain he was in was nothing compared to his friend. His arm was broken; his friend's leg had a hole he could see through.
Sitting up slowly, and gingerly pulling his arm to his side, his eyes scanned over the body next to him. A white dog sniffed at every possible spot on the man, nudging into the dark red stained patches on his uniform. After the best check that a dog could do, Akamaru barked, voicing that, surprisingly, he was in good condition.
“You're so fucking lucky.” The man muttered, standing up shakingly to his feet. “You must have nine lives.” His eyes drifted from the fallen body to the white dog, sighing. “You're going to need to help me tie him to my back, Akamaru. I can pull him to a nearby tree and prop him up. If I sit in front of him, you should be able to tie us together then. Hopefully we can continue that way.” He paused for a second, glancing from the dog to the semi-conscious man. “This is a true sign of friendship, right?" He nearly hissed to the unconcious body. "Tying you to my back, taking care of you before me when my arm is... well, for fuck‘s sake, I can see where my bone snapped and nearly ripped through the skin! I just hope you survive so I can rub every single detail I've done for you into that brain of yours.” Once again, there was no response from the man being scolded, so the other just turned to the dog, raising an eyebrow. “Ready Akamaru?“ The dog nodded his agreement. It took longer than he would have liked, but soon the body was slung on his back again, the hands tied around his neck and the legs around his waist. He continued his trek, fighting off the exhaustion that tugged at his mind, the wavering adrenaline, the cry of every muscle to just rest, and the anguish of his throbbing arm. Just a few more hours then he could collapse into a lump of flesh, to sleep forever.
To sleep forever. No doubt both men dancing through the forest wished they could give into their battle torn bodies but it was the memory of a third man that kept the runner going, knowing he couldn't disappoint him. No, the three of them had bonded in the oddest way and death wasn't going to break them apart now. Not if he had anything to say about it.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, his thoughts drifted to the past month and how things were so much simpler then.