Toxic

The scent was intoxicating. It lay heavy on the air, coating every surface, every item of clothing in its alluringly pungent way. It stuck to your skin, your hair, even the food in the storage unit seemed to taste of it. It stank, like a heavy, oily perfume, and it was impossible to escape from, even for those lucky enough to get some time away from the compound. Once away, it took months to fully rid clothing and possessions of the scent.

Kiba hated every second he had to spend in that god-forsaken hell hole. His home had become his prison, unable to even leave his room for fear of being attacked in the halls of the main house by an overly zealous female after his potential offspring, or a furious male intent on ripping out his throat. For you see Kiba, being relatively dominant within the family and of the ideal age to breed, was in a state of ‘musk’.

He hadn’t understood, initially, why the females were flocking to him in droves; even Hinata had started to show interest in him as more than a mere friend, which had disturbed him to no end. Even that, though, wasn’t as bad as when Hana had started hitting on him. Kiba shuddered at the thought. That was when his mother had decided that enough was enough and locked him in his room, forbidding him from leaving until the musk had ended. Which was fine by him, for the first week at least.

After the first week, Kiba began to become impatient. Two weeks in, he was bored. By the third week, though, he was convinced that he was going insane. Musk was a state similar to the heat cycles experienced by females, so he was stuck in an almost constant state of arousal, giving off pheromones so pungent that even an ordinary human being with no special abilities at all would be able to pick up on the scent.

Kiba sighed, stretching out on his bed and placing his arms behind his head; standing at the window was getting boring. Thinking, Kiba frowned. His mother had told him, through the bedroom door of course, that his musk would go away eventually if he was patient and just waited, but had more than hinted that there was an alternative. In fact, she had outright demanded that he have sex with a female just to get it over with, damn the consequences. And Kiba, being Kiba, had outright refused.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like women, far from it, but he was spoken for and hadn’t yet told his mother who he had claimed as his mate. Not that it mattered, she wouldn’t care who it was as long as they didn’t deface the family name, and as long as he didn’t go around impregnating various women, as proved by her acceptance of Hana’s frequent trysts with one Yuhi Kurenai. But that was beside the point; he was entitled to some secrets from his mother, if not many, and damnit he was going to keep this one hidden for as long as he could!

The brunette sighed again, rubbing his hands through his hair in frustration, further displacing the already messy spikes. Reaching down, he started pulling at the almost constant erection, his heart not really in it. He was bored of this and, he would admit, getting slightly sore down there. It demanded attention, though, so he gave it what it wanted. He had long since stopped wearing clothes, no one could see him anyway and it meant less irritation against his sensitive skin.

The movement of his hand steadied as he gained a firmer purchase on his weeping cock, increasing the pace as he felt the intense need for release, the need to fuck something, anything, just for some relief. He began to whimper as the sensations spread through his body like a liquid fire, his skin burning where it touched the bed clothes, the mattress, any and all contact felt like a lovers’ caress. His whimpers turned into cries as the heat began to pool in his stomach, moving to his balls, causing them to constrict in preparation. He knew this feeling far too well, soon he would climax, screaming loudly in his, hopefully, soundproofed room. His speed increased further as he got closer, but something was wrong he thought, distractedly…he should have come by now. The build up had been there, the pleasure, but it just kept increasing in pressure. He was desperate now, needing his release as though it were the very air he breathed. His moans had turned to keening wails, distress evident in his usually confident voice.

Hana was a short way from the compound, returning from a brief meeting with the Hokage about an altercation between one of their genin and a boy from a neighbouring village. She stopped, sniffing the air in a dog-like fashion, worry written across her features. She could smell Kiba’s musk. She was still a good distance from where he was being kept, and should not have been able to pick his scent up regardless of how well-trained her nose was. Worryingly, it seemed to be getting stronger. His condition should have improved by now; musk only usually lasted for three or four days, at the very most, less if the male had been mated. The only way he could still be in musk and giving off such a strong scent was if…

Hana’s thoughts trailed off as her eyes widened in what would have been an almost comical fashion if the realisation hadn’t been so grave. They had never even thought about the possibility before; it hadn’t happened in her lifetime, nor had it in the lifetime of her parents or grandparents. In fact, the last occurrence of it had been over a hundred and fifty years ago.

If this was what she thought it was, Kiba needed help, and he needed it fast. She was already off and running, knowing that there was only one person who would be able to help him now, and not knowing where to start looking for him.


Shino was annoyed. Hell, he was fuming. Three weeks Kiba had been gone, locked away in what Shino presumed was his own private hell. He knew how much Kiba hated to be confined to any one place for any length of time, particularly indoors.

That wasn’t what had annoyed him, though. Just prior to Kiba’s imprisonment, when the musk had first started to kick in, they had been on their way back from a minor mission. Nothing was any different than usual…until Hinata started hitting on Kiba. Shy, reserved Hinata had started literally rubbing against the Inuzuka, her eyes glazed over with a lust she didn’t even try to hide. She had been flirting with and physically touching his Kiba. Because Kiba WAS his, and once this was all over Shino would make very, VERY sure that he knew it!

“Shino!” The breathless, familiar voice snapped him out of his internal rant. Looking over to his left, he watched as Hana approached, standing to meet her in his usual stoic manner. She appeared flustered and immediately worry kicked in, but he waited to hear what she had to say, there was no point in harassing her further as that would only prolong matters.

“I need to know something.” She breathed. Shino nodded, knowing the question before it left her lips. “Are you and my brother fucking?”

“Yes, we are.” He was not expecting the question to be so blunt and to the point, but still managed to keep his composure and answer her fluidly, as though she had just asked what the weather was like, or how he liked his eggs.

“So you’re lovers?” She pressed, needing to know for certain whether this was the case. If it wasn’t, she didn’t know what she would do.

“Yes, I suppose you could call us that.” Shino replied smoothly, “Though I prefer the term boyfriend, or partner.” He noticed her mood change from worry to excitement at that, which only served to further deepened his confusion.

“Come with me, he needs your help!” Hana exclaimed, pulling the startled man with her as she set off towards the compound.

“What’s happened?” He asked, pulling his hand from hers but still following close behind; allowing her to lead the way as he understood was protocol in the Inuzuka family.

“You know he’s in musk, right?” Her voice remained steady as she ran. Shino nodded, silently urging her to continue. “Well, every so often a male will go into musk and be unable to break out of it. It’s a pretty rare occurrence, something to do with the genetics, but it looks as though Kiba may be susceptible to it. And it’s not a one time thing, either; it’s a lifelong illness that will affect him whenever his body goes into musk.”

“So how does this concern me?” Shino asked, “What can I do to stop it?”

“All you have to do is screw him silly.” She smiled, throwing a toothy grin back at the man following her. “But you and only you. He’s decided that you’re his mate, for the time being at least, so only you can break the musk.”

“And what happens if I can’t break it?” Shino had a feeling that he really didn’t want to know the answer to that, but his insatiable curiosity wouldn’t let him leave it alone.

“He’ll slip into insanity, followed quickly by sickness, then death. If you can’t help him, then my brother will die.”

They travelled the rest of the way in silence, broken only by the snapping of twigs and their heavy breathing. It did not take them long to reach the compound, Shino’s eyes narrowing as he recognised Kiba’s familiar smell. It was everywhere, so strong that even his senses could pick up on it. They headed immediately up to the section of the house that Kiba was being kept in. Hana pointed out the room, handed over a key and left as quickly as she could.

Shino’s fingers trembled slightly as he inserted the small metal object into the lock and turned it. Hearing the lock click open, he pushed the door open slowly, until his heart was wrenched from his chest by a soul-destroying cry from the man he loved, crouched on the bed, clawing at his own skin as though it pained him. Shino quickly stepped into the room, pushing the door shut behind him and locking it; the last thing they needed was an interruption.