Trey or A Tale Of Three Clans

Chapter 10

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Aburame Hinata sipped carefully at the strong, hot, green tea in her Chinese porcelain tea cup, being careful not to get even a drop on her lime-green silk robe, a wedding present from Neji. She kept her head down, eyes demurely focused on the steamy liquid. Her nose delicately twitching from inhaling the jasmine scent that wafted from the tea. Jasmine flavored green tea was her favorite. Outside, the night¡¦s tsunami of a storm appeared to have passed but it was still raining steadily. Listless, she listened to the familiar tap, tap, tapping of precipitation. It now seemed like a strange but familiar love song to her.

Hot liquid trickling down her raw throat, she sat gingerly perched on the very tip of the dining room chair. Perched because truthfully she couldn¡¦t directly sit down, in fact she couldn¡¦t even walk. Shino-koi had gently carried her to the table. She daren¡¦t even shift her position less she disturb all her injuries from the night¡¦s earlier activities. Her shoulder was paining badly and her derriere¡¦s core felt like one raw wound from her teammate-husband, her man, having ¡¥opened her up¡¦. She flushed and her stomach quivered. To temper that she focused on the line of stinging hickeys that ran from her inner knee, up the tender, tender flesh of her inner thigh and to her crotch, courtesy of Kiba-kun. Also, her mouth and neck were bruised and bitten by Shino. But the most uncomfortable was her swollen, battered womanhood. Low on chakra, she had only been able to heal herself a little as she bathed in the tub. Tiny tears had accumulated from both her husband¡¦s and her mate¡¦s strenuous lovemaking. She peaked up and out over the rim of her tea cup. It was very humiliating to have to admit to oneself that one was a sexual super freak and very, very disconcerting to know that one had no plans to change.

Her eyes strayed surreptitiously to Shino. He sat at the middle of the rectangular dining room table. Unlike her, his chair wasn¡¦t drawn up to the table for support. He sat squarely back against his chair with his dark-blue jean clad legs wide open. His beautiful feet - planted firmly on the floor - and his chest were bare. She followed the line of dark, dark auburn hair that ran from under his pants¡¦ waist, up his chiseled abdomen, and further up to his toned chest and licked her lips. His broad, brawny shoulders were relaxed and his thick, wild, mahogany hair was still slightly damp from his shower. But his head was thrown back in utter exhaustion. Inspired, he had pulled double duty: rising to do what he brilliantly did best with both her and Kiba. She wondered if he had torn anything in his groin. It wouldn¡¦t surprise her if he had a hernia from all the thrusting he had done. His lovely radiant eyes were closed with circular, dark smudges under them. He only opened them when he was ready to take another careful sip of his tea. She watched his distinctive Adam¡¦s apple move as he swallowed. She had never seen Shino¡¦s lips so puffy and happily she knew she had helped with that, as well as left scratches on him in some strange places. He also had big, bright red hickeys on both sides of his neck, again courtesy of Kiba, and Kiba¡¦s marking in the center of his shoulder stood out, a proud fiery red against Shino¡¦s paler skin. Shino held his cup and saucer over his lap gracefully. It made her focus on his long, elegant, powerful fingers so reminiscent of his long, elegant, powerful¡K She went a beet red as her hot anus spasmed at the divine memory and the aching muscles of her womanhood tingled to grab again at his masculine thickness. Shino-koi was all man, and in the space of four months she had fallen hopelessly in love with him, in a way that she had never thought possible. But it would still shame her immensely to experience another aftershock, a mini-orgasm, just sitting stiffly and in pain, gawking at his singular beauty and remembering just how wonderful it had been to ¡K Freak! She admonished herself. Hastily she brought her teacup to her lips and sipped. She listened to the falling rain, trying to count the number of drops she heard, until she was calm.

The lime-green silk of her robe rustled as she moved her arm up to sip further. It was unbelievably soft to the touch and reminded her of Neji. It was like she had a little piece of home when she wore it. Yet Niss-san had made fun of them, ¡Kof her. She could hear his voice in her head, speaking in that deep, stern, controlled, condescending tone of his; ¡¥Hinata-sama, what kind of woman needs two grown men to satisfy her at the same time?¡¦ She bowed her head lower. It was unseemly for any woman much less a Hyuuga. She bit her lip. Would her desires slow down once the baby got a little bigger? It was still odd and a bit scary to know that she was going to be a mother and that the child she was making was Shino¡¦s. She slowly placed her drained tea-cup on its delicate saucer and rested both on the linen covered table, head still bowed. Kiba suddenly swam into her line of vision to refill it. She kept her eyes on the stream of dark, perfumed liquid as he poured. It was only when her Kiba-kun moved back to his former position that she let go her in held breath and moved her eyes to his to quietly thank him. But her voice died in her throat and her heart stopped as she looked up. She was faced with another hugely, hugely disturbing fact. Her father for once in his life had been correct about her. She was perfectly happy being this particular Inuzuka¡¦s willing slut. And she¡¦d have to be dead and in her grave, to ever stop wanting or loving him. Unable to take her eyes off of her Inuzuka she quietly watched his every move from under her long eyelashes.


Having eschewed the saucer, he too was sipping his hot beverage carefully.
Standing directly across from Shino, a little ways back from the table itself and in front of the kitchen¡¦s doorway; his burly, tanned shoulders leaned heavily against the door frame for support. Overtly handsome when over come with satisfaction, he also looked downright worn. His red cheek tattoos stood out from his darker face. His skin was moist; his chin length, wavy brown hair still wet. He wore a thick white Turkish towel securely fastened around his slim waist. His sculpted six- pack was revealed in all its glory, but everything else down to his knees was covered. He stood because he couldn¡¦t sit. Shino hadn¡¦t been nearly as careful with Kiba¡¦s backside as he had been with hers. But then she didn¡¦t have a prostrate and Kiba did. If she was any kind of judge, from the sparkling lights flashing in his intense brown eyes, right now it was still humming as blissfully as his abused anus was burning. He had been the last to shower because of his need to use the facilities. Although she was long used to the more ¡¥earthier¡¦ aspects of nanshoku, she had never known him to stay in the bathroom that long. When Shino had knocked on the door to check on him, she had heard him holler back through the door that he¡¦d be shitting Shino¡¦s god-damned spunk out his ass for months to come. That had made her giggle uncontrollably because underneath Kiba¡¦s shouted words was a breathtaking pride and Shino-koi had worn a smug, satisfied smirk on his swollen lips as he listened.

Raising his head a moment from the delicate teacup, she could see that his sensual lips were almost black and blue from the violent kisses he had received from both of them. There were love bites on his bare chest from her and one great big hickey on his neck from Shino. She hoped his upper back had stopped bleeding. She had sliced it up badly with her nails. His throat had to be doubly raw, not just from his in-human howling but also from his earlier deep throating of Shino¡¦s long, heavy cock. She had left teeth marks in the fleshy cheeks of his buttocks as she gave him hickeys there to help spur him along with his deep throating. He brought the teacup to his lips again and she swished her tongue back and forth between her teeth remembering the pleasant taste, texture and sensation of his heavy, round, dusky pink testicles in her mouth and the sensitive line between them that she had caressed with her tongue as he serviced¡K Double male moans of outrageous enjoyment had echoed throughout the room and in her ears. The pounding blitz of rain and heavy thunder just punctuated their double pleasure. She couldn¡¦t stop blushing. If she hadn¡¦t been pregnant already there was no doubt that she would have been after this night. And given how long and how hard she had clenched around Kiba before he had exploded in her as they treyed, it would have been him that impregnated her. Deeply embarrassed again at how wantonly she had behaved with him, her throat closed up at the unexpected, bashful, look of pure, diamond-hard love he threw at her from over the rim of his tea-cup.

She closed her eyes. Kiba-kun, her rash, yet when it came to love, wise Kiba-kun, now her mate for all eternity deserved far better than her. He was never embarrassed at any form of love between the three of them, either physical or mental. He was never humiliated by his open love and his open desire for both of them. So too her quiet, proud Shino-koi, he never took either her or Kiba-kun for granted. He deftly handled their love with care and respect and honor, as if he was humbled to just have them near. They each had solemnly sworn to her, their heavy, aroused manhoods filling both her hands, to never take off her gold cock rings ever.

But she was a Hyuuga, or at least she once used to be one. Love had been something in short supply in her old home and even in the Hyuuga clan at large. Most marriages had been arranged. What had been valued more were self -control, self respect and excellence as both a shinobi and as a Hyuuga. She however, had been lacking in all those essential characteristics. She thought of Neji¡¦s curse mark in the middle of his forehead and wanted to weep. It had been the source of so much pain between them. It was the tangible sign of his imprisonment and she was the jailer, no matter how reluctant she might be. To her chagrin she had often longed to kiss it but had never allowed herself to ask Neji if she could. It was just as well. On his best of days he would have gruffly refused and told her she was being silly and over sentimental; and if she intended to rule their clan one day with an iron hand she had better close her open heart. On his worst of days he¡K she inwardly shuddered. No, she could never have asked. And yet despite everything, she was missing him badly. She missed her nosy, annoying little sister, Hanabi, too. She missed all the many beautiful faces of her clan. She even missed her strict, disapproving but handsome otokooyo. She never had expected to, but she did because she loved them all. And that abiding love shamed her too. The Hyuuga simply were not worth it.

But Kiba was, Shino was, they were her new family and her heart was open, her soul was open, her body was open to them, so open that she was turned inside out. She felt them both flowing inside of her, inside her head, inside her soul, inside her body, right now. It was sacred and yet so taxing, this touching of each other without actually being touched, this senbon¡¦s tip sharp knowledge of one another hidden within their profound silence. And after all that they had shared, and all that they had meant to each other, now and in years past, she was all of a sudden inundated with a backwash of acute embarrassment at the things she had done with them for love. And what¡¦s more she¡¦d do them again tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. But, she didn¡¦t want to feel shame afterwards, not with her Shino-koi nor her Kiba-kun. She didn¡¦t! What was wrong with her! Her mind was racing. She placed a trembling hand over her eyes and focused on the sound of the wind-blown rain. It had picked up again and was keeping up a dinning racket against the glass doors of the balcony behind her as if it was knocking to be let in so that it could join them for tea. It was a fanciful notion, even for her. When would this sudden storm end, inside and out?


Shino sat quietly, eyes closed, a warm tea cup and saucer in his hands. He swallowed hard. His kikaichu were unusually silent, maybe because he was so fatigued. He was sore, utterly and wholly sore, as if he had fought a battle as opposed to reaching the heights of inspired love-making. Things had changed once again between the three of them. He didn¡¦t need to open his eyes to know that his new mate was staring at his precious, cherished wife with eyes full of absolute, shimmering, star-light bright love. He could feel Kiba¡¦s love for Hinata pulsing within himself too. Kiba was freely wearing his heart on his sleeve for her. She belonged to him and though Kiba could barely stand straight he¡¦d crawl on his hands and knees to his Hinata-sama to give her anything she needed, even if it was just his smile.

He could also feel Hinata¡¦s turmoil and distress, even as he felt her distinctive, overflowing love for him, both physical and mental, as well as her white-hot consuming passion for Kiba. She was a far more complex and responsible person than most people realized. He didn¡¦t need his eyes open to know that her head was bowed and that her beautiful face had turned a very unbecoming shade of lobster red. They were all three, newly grafted inside one another: emotionally, physically and spiritually. And although this new inner bonding was gratifying and full of strange thrills, it was also paradoxically difficult to process, difficult to withstand. There could be no surprise either that Kiba was handling it the best with an open, all embracing enthusiasm; or that Hinata was handling it the worst with extreme embarrassment and self-doubt. He fell somewhere in the middle with his quiet stoicism. He had, after all, willingly let another man place his mating mark on his very pregnant wife, and on himself. And he and that same other man had fucked her at the same time, and thus each other. Despite not having signed anything they were a true trey and the reality was smacking them all in the face, and right between the eyes. He listened as the rain echoed against his ancestral home¡¦s outer walls and pounded the windows in a wild, windswept wash. He had a feeling that this strange storm would still be awaiting them when they emerged from seclusion and announced their new relationship to the world. This time without opening his eyes, he gulped all of his soothing, hot tea.


He licked his lips savoring every drop of the aromatic elixir. Tonight, for the first time in his life he had savored another man¡¦s cum. It was a sobering thought. As his uke, Kiba had always sucked him off and swallowed his load with gusto, but as Kiba¡¦s seme he never did. In fact he barely ever licked Kiba¡¦s cock, though he enjoyed jerking his dog-nin off when necessary. And it hadn¡¦t ever mattered before. As an alpha dog-nin, Kiba had always kept a uke or three around to take care of his needs. But things were a bit different now. He considered his marked shoulder and the fact that Kiba had given every other man up except a person named Torao or tiger man, a Land of Lightening shinobi who, guarding his wealthy caravan, made it to Konoha three times a year, tops. Plus, Kiba was more than just his uke. He was also his teammate, and his best-friend. So when his wife, his beautiful sexy wife had given her new mate a fantastic blow job as a prelude to their treying but instead of swallowing right away had turned to him and proudly offered him her mouth full of Kiba¡¦s warm, dense cum, love beaming out of her incomparable eyes only for him, he hadn¡¦t dared to deny her. He had pulled her securely into his arms, and slipped his tongue through the thick, white creamy fluid and deep into her mouth. They had kissed with righteous abandon. Without hesitation he had carefully searched out every bitter drop of Kiba¡¦s cum in her small sweet mouth and swallowed as tenderly and as reverently as Kiba had earlier- licked, sucked and rimmed out his own asshole. Swooning in his arms, as a satiated Kiba looked on contentedly one large hand playing with the curve of her hip, Hinata had half moaned and half murmured through white flecked lips ¡§my team-leader, my husband, my love, my Shino-koi.¡¨ He had almost had a stroke from the gratitude that swelled in his heart that this extraordinary woman could love him so deeply. He¡¦d giddily suck Kiba¡¦s thick cock every night if it meant that she¡¦d continue giving him her ass exclusively for the rest of their lives. Kiba hadn¡¦t been kidding when he said Hinata was finally ready for ass-play and it had only taken two years and four months of sweet, steady loving to get her to that point. But once there she had freely chosen him first, she had let him have her. His uke was only allowed to properly prepare her for him with his tongue and fingers. Nothing in this world and maybe the next could match the triple tight sensation of penetrating¡K. And later when she had had her first orgasm around him¡K, and then when Kiba had taken her too. He shuddered. Emotions nearly out of control he refused to wipe the tear that slid down his face. He had lost a little bit of his damn mind at each twist and turn until¡K he was had, completely owned by his wife as much as Kiba was. Even later he had forcefully reminded Kiba of that dramatic fact when standing straight up he had fucked him soundly, Kiba¡¦s hefty cock simultaneously stroking inside his magnificent wife like an otherworldly demon nin. He had made both, Hinata and Kiba, helplessly call out his name, begging him to never stop loving them and he hadn¡¦t. He couldn¡¦t. He had lost track of the amount of times he had cum inside of Kiba, and that Kiba had cum inside Hinata. And much, much later, when the fires in them still had not cooled, he as the strong man had become the solid, vibrating base of their equilateral triangle.

He had lain on his back, his upturned face smothered between delightfully smooth, musky white thighs as Hinata sat straddled atop of him. He had let his tongue and nose work, linger, lovingly in his baby¡¦s screaming snatch, streaming with her sweet nectar mixed with the remnants of Kiba¡¦s rich, cum. His hands had held his wife¡¦s thighs open and out to allow a finger to caress slow circles over her already engorged clit. Shaking like a fragile reed in the outside storm from the series of small but relentless orgasms he was giving her, Hinata¡¦s fragrant arms had wound themselves tightly around Kiba¡¦s neck. She and Kiba had moaned their timeless love for one another passionately into each other mouths, while his twitching, granite-hard cock buried itself hilt deep inside Kiba¡¦s hungry, nuclear reactor hot, ass. Without breaking a nano-second of that kiss, an impaled Kiba had pumped himself up and down on him like a bat out of hell, tight anal muscles strobe-ing and grasping, as his prostrate took flight. The barrage of over the top pleasure and connectedness moved unerringly throughout the three of them yet again, until they were a seamless one, not knowing where the other began and ended. If he had died at that moment, he knew he would never have a reason to regret one moment of his entire life.

Opening his eyes and ignoring Kiba, he firmly placed his tea cup and saucer on the table before turning his head to the right to assess Aburame Hinata. Swiftly, he got up and padded over to kneel at her tiny, painted toes. He let his long fingers circle a dainty ankle and picked up her foot. Breaking their silence, his kikaichu chittered softly within him. They loved it as much as he did when he touched Hinata. Raising it, he admired its highly arched perfection. It was said that the Hyuuga¡¦s uniformly had the highest arched feet in the village. He didn¡¦t know about the others but as for Hinata he could attest that her feet were just as beautiful as the rest of her. Lovingly he laid one kiss at the center of her instep, her soft skin warm and fragrant against his lips. In no hurry, he leisurely did the same with the other foot. Soothingly kissing the insides of her perfect arches had been the first task he had set for himself the first time she had allowed him to touch her. Her shocked delight had overcome both her shyness and embarrassment. It was their beginning. Face looking up into hers he finally gathered her small but strong hands into his. He whispered.

¡§Baby, it is alright to be embarrassed. I¡¦m embarrassed too. I mean¡K we smashed to pieces a brand new bed, part of the roof blew off, rain is leaking in a corner of our bedroom, and not one of us noticed when it happened. Things have changed. It is hard to come to terms with that. We are all a bit¡Kemotional.¡¨

Hinata never raised her head, her slow tears continuing their slide down her bright red cheeks. Finally, she mumbled softly. ¡§Th-th-then why am I th-the only one c-c-crying?¡¨

Shino raised his hand to cradle her cheek, his voice oh so tender. ¡§Cos baby, you are the only one here pregnant. You are filled with raging hormones. And¡K¡¨ Shino fingered the daintily embroidered, silk robe from Neji, ¡§you¡¦re the only one missing your family. It still hurts to know that you had to give them up when Kiba and I haven¡¦t had to do so with our own.¡¨

Hinata blinked through the tears several times before sadly sighing. ¡§I¡¦m a t-t-terrible p-person.¡¨

Shino struggled not to laugh. However he couldn¡¦t hide his smile. ¡§No my darling wife, you are just human.¡¨

¡§Human?¡¨ Hinata echoed the word before raising a hand to brush the tears off her face.

¡§Yeah, human, and I wouldn¡¦t have you any other way. I¡¦m in love with you, Aburame Hinata, just as you are.¡¨

Hinata simply nodded and raised her face to look directly into his eyes. The intensity of her wet, pearlescent white on white eyes almost burned him as if the one thousand hells hot flames that had consumed the three of them not more than two hours ago were just banked and not at all dead. His groin twitched. He pursed his lips determined to listen.

¡§I don¡¦t w-want anyone in your c-c-clan, not one person; to charge th-th-that I am giving y-you less b-because I-I am in love with Kiba-k-k-kun. I-I won¡¦t stand t-to hear any h-h-hateful words that I-I am not in love w-with you enough, because ¡Kit is not true. I am in love w-w-with you. I-I love b-b-being your w-wife. I belong t-t-to you Shino-koi. M-My life is y-y-yours husband.¡¨

Shino suddenly felt a lump expand in his throat. Had a man ever had a woman who thought about his needs as she did? Still on his knees, he gently eased her sleeve down from her left shoulder to reveal Kiba¡¦s mark. It was round and red and obviously painful. They had both accepted this terrible wounding for love. This was part of who she was now, it was part of who he was, and they loved each other because and despite of it. Reaching up, he let his hand stroke the curling tendrils of dark upswept hair escaping at the nape of her long neck. This time her sigh was contented and not sad as tension left her shoulders and she relaxed. He slowly stood up and moved to stand behind her chair. Deeply, obviously, he inhaled her soap and water clean, feminine scent as he lowered his head to rest his lips lightly on the painful mark. Softly, he covered it with kisses in hopes of putting her at ease. At his kikaichu¡¦s urging he moved on from her mating mark to the small bruises and bites of his earlier passion left on her creamy throat and silken lips. He took his time planting soft, small, heartfelt kisses on each spot. He gloried in her happy little sighs and whimpers and made some of his own. At last, when he pulled away she tilted her head back up to look at him. His breath was taken away at the sight of the love in her white on white eyes. Humbly he kissed the tip of her nose before repressed laughter escaped from his lips.

¡§Keep looking at me like that woman and no one in the world much less our clan will doubt your love for me.¡¨

Her only response was to smile prettily. She was so fucking beautiful that it hurt. Still smiling so hard that he felt his face might break, he tore his eyes from hers to look up and into the darkened living room. Akamaru was sleeping curled up on the center rug, huge head between his paws. The little, snow white nin-pup, still unnamed, was also snuggled into a tiny ball, resting against the winter-white fur of Kiba¡¦s huge nin-dog. How either of the animals could sleep through the havoc of the storm raging outside and in, was beyond him.

When he felt he could handle it, he turned his attention to Kiba who still stood, broad-chested, half-naked, and somewhat wet; lounging against the kitchen door, teacup at his mouth, in some sort of imitation of patient waiting that was plainly abnormal for him. His unwavering gaze remained focused on Hinata. Wide, brown eyes shone in awe. The dog-nin was completely transfixed by her aura, and uplifted by her beauty. Without moving his eyes Kiba dropped the cup from his bruised lips, licked them and breathed out, his voice a deep rasping croak.

¡§You bring out the very best in our Hina-chan.¡¨

Hinata nodded in agreement and gently slipped her hand up, and into his as she returned Kiba¡¦s direct gaze. Now her eyes were full of jaw dropping love for their dog-nin. It was the same searing, electromagnetic pulse of arcing communion that they had experienced the day that Kiba had accepted that the three of them were still together despite the marriage. He could actually touch their feelings it was so thick. But this time there was no fear on his part. His kikaichu continued to chitter contentedly. He knew he stood between each and every individual inhalation and exhalation that they took. He contemplated each of them, admiring one first and then the other, before responding proudly.

¡§I do?¡¨

¡§Yeah, bug boy. You know you do.¡¨ Kiba rejoined absently, absolutely lost in his Hyuuga¡¦s eyes. Then, with an overt, full body shiver Kiba shook off his trance like a dog shaking off the rain from his coat, before unexpectedly shifting his chocolate brown eyes up to him. They were filled with massive devotion backlit with a hint of simmering desire.

¡§Thank you ¡K sweetheart.¡¨

It was just three words, spoken softly and sincerely. Yet it was a sweet unembarrassed caress that would forever linger in his heart. Suddenly embarrassed again, Shino turned his head to the side, his own feelings raw. He cleared his throat and gripped his wife¡¦s smaller hand harder, his index finger yet again toying with her platinum wedding band. He was also hyperaware of his quiescent manhood and testicles, circled as they were by Hinata¡¦s two, smooth, loose, interlocking bands of pure gold. He was more than sure that for the rest of his life he would love wearing them as much as he would love Kiba¡¦s tongue playing with them. He raised his left shoulder, the one with Kiba¡¦s mark and shrugged.

¡§If so, it is only because one loud, dirty, crude, over-sexed and just plain common dog-nin showed two, oblivious shinobi aristocrats how to truly love.¡¨ Shino took a deep breath and looked back directly at his teammate.

Joy and triumph, unashamed and bright, raced across Kiba¡¦s handsome, tattooed face at the direct acknowledgement; followed by a welling of tears. They slipped down his tattooed cheeks and off his chin to hit the wooden floor at his tanned feet.

Holding the delicate teacup gently, his low voice, painfully scraping, he confessed.

¡§I¡¦ve always ¡K I¡¦ve been in love with you both for so long. It has been lonely and hard, waiting...¡¨ Kiba choked up and looked down at the floor as he balled one hand into a powerful fist; ¡§hoping that one day my teammates ¡Kmy heart¡¦s desires, might fall for me, might love me.¡¨ Kiba blew out a sigh, ¡§That one day my pure, untouchable Hyuuga princess, and later, my best bud, my bug freak, might say yes and become totally mine. I know that I am not worthy, that I was dreaming an impossible dream. My mind knew it, but¡K my heart refused to accept it. So I did my very, very best to be a great teammate and to be a great friend and much later, a great lover. And I waited and I prayed that one day we would be where we are today. I just want both of you to know that even at the beginning, when we were taking tiny, slow, incremental steps, it never was just about sex for me. It never could be. I have always made total love...to you both.¡¨

Stiffly, Kiba turned and slowly stalked over to the dining room table, back straight, and poured himself more tea. Mesmerized, Hinata bit her lower lip, while tallying each and every one of the thin, red, half-moon circles her nails had gorged out across Kiba¡¦s heavily muscled back. She understood now why he could never get enough of her ¡Kor of Shino. Inuzukas loved as truly as if they were canines. Shinobi or not, to other humans who might return their love, it was humbling, thrilling and perhaps, a bit suffocating, particularly if you couldn¡¦t keep up with their freaky sex drive. And for those who chose not to return an Inuzukas love? She could imagine them all running away screaming in horror. She smiled proudly. She didn¡¦t scare easy. She had always trusted her teammate absolutely and had slowly accepted his patient lessons in physical love even if the feelings he had awakened sometimes embarrassed her. Embarrassed or not she was glad that she was his. She watched as Kiba hastily gulped down the hot contents of his cup, poured another and then downed that before turning back to them.

At that exact moment, whistling sounds assaulted all their ears, as if the storm had turned on a dime to revisit them or as if it had called out to all its elemental brethren to help fuel one final assault against the mansion. The shrieking of the wayward wind was simply possessed. And in one eerie moment the lights flickered off and on, off and on before settling back into their steady, healthy glow. Puzzled, Shino watched as Kiba suddenly stood tall, fortified by only hot tea, and bared his wickedly sharp eye teeth as well as his viciously clawed fingertips as he gazed past their shoulders straight out at the sheets of rain cascading down the glass of the balcony¡¦s doors. Was there someone or something out there? He turned to look behind him. He didn¡¦t sense anything and his kikaichu were not picking anything up. But, he had learned long ago that all of Kiba¡¦s natural senses, except of course sight, were far more acute than either his or Hinata¡¦s. The rushing roar escalated until it was akin to that of a waterfall. The drumming cacophony of it was so loud that Shino could barely think. It was as if a heavy storm cloud had decided to burst right over his dining room balcony. Yet he noted as he turned back, that the light in Kiba¡¦s eyes grew only more golden and feral, his pupils narrowing to snake-like slits like some mythological beasts. Ears twitching, his big body now falling into a near crouch, Kiba¡¦s voice became as coarse sandpaper, more like a talking nin-dog¡¦s speech than that of a human¡¦s. He spoke out loud, challenging the storm.

¡§You are not hell. I¡¦ll tell you about hell. Hell is waking up to reality and finding that love, the love you cherished with all your might was just a dream. That it was all as insubstantial as the evening mists. That you were asleep on a hard living room couch for almost half the night, the t.v. still on even though the station has long gone off the air.

Throwing off the unfamiliar shawl wrapped around me, I stumble up to check on my charge. I am a babysitting shinobi. My two best friends have a six month old and they desperately need some time to themselves. So, good guy that I am, I¡¦ve volunteered to help out. This is the first chance they¡¦ve had to go out since their baby was born.

I head to the baby¡¦s room for a routine check; but on the way I hear oddly muffled sounds. Suspicious I make a hard pivot to investigate and end up facing the door of the master bedroom. The door is closed, or rather ajar. That is odd because the last time I passed by, I am sure it was wide open.

Without touching anything I peek in and am punched directly in my solar plexus. I have to fight not to fall to my knees. She¡K my best friend, is lying completely naked - soft, curvaceous and way too luscious - on her bed, her glossy dark hair falling all around her, her magnificent coral pink tits begging out for my touch. He, also my best friend, is naked too: tall, lean and satisfyingly buff as he whispers he loves her. He glows in the candle light as he goes to her. She laughs and holds her shapely arms out to him and in that moment, I need to put my nose between her big breasts as he does and inhale her fragrance until I am giddy. Lovingly she wraps a small delicate hand around his thick length. I nearly cry out with him in pleasure as she strokes him, and I finally admit that I also have longed to be the one to do that for him, so as to hear his very same cries. He is a beautiful man, as beautiful a man as she is a beautiful woman and how I want them both.

Enchanted and totally aroused, he slips into her with apparent ease despite his girth and size, I almost taste how ready she is. Sex is in the air. It is driving me nuts. This is a dance that these two have done before and that they have perfected it. I stand frozen, aching heart pounding in my ears, throbbing cock near my hand, watching, longing to be invited in but not daring to make my presence known. I have not told either of them that I am in love with both of them. I can¡¦t take certain rejection from the two people I love the most in this world.

Yet, I push the door open a little as she clamps her legs around his back and gives him everything. I am overcome, both dizzy and ravenous by the sight and wonderful scent of their sexes joining. The only thing missing is my smell, my passionate cries mixed with theirs. The growl I let out is a soft but a needy one. Yet she hears me. She opens her gorgeous pearlescent white eyes and they meet mine from across the room as she arches beneath him. Sparks fly. She breathes out my name and my heart is nearly leaping out of my chest uncontrollably as I hope against hope. I will be loved by each of them tonight, and I will love each of them back in tender return. They will see. We were always meant to be three.

But instead, without breaking his rhythm, he deftly covers them both with a rumpled sheet blocking their combined beauty from my eyes and this time I cry out with frustration. ¡§No!¡¨ His only response as he strokes her harder is ¡§Kiba man, shut the door.¡¨

Tears rising, I take a deep shaky breath. Am I going to fight for what I need or am I going to slink away like a shamed fool? Groaning he turns his head back. From the angle of the door he can¡¦t really see my eyes but I see his pretty silver ones. But he does sense me standing in his bedroom doorway, my very hard cock and my very soft heart in my hands. Still, he¡¦s annoyed at me as he enjoys every second of his wife, my love. Her softer moans escalate. She urges him to go harder and deeper. She can¡¦t get enough of him. Shaking with desire, I know I can make her moan so much louder, her and him both, if they¡¦d only give me the chance. He grunts out even as he is banging her senseless.

¡§Sorry woke you (pant)¡Kbut we, she and I¡K(pant)¡K need this. Please man, ¡K(pant, pant)¡K shut the door¡K(pant)¡Kgive us some time.¡¨

Reluctantly I close the door but continue standing outside, my hand on the doorknob, transfixed as they make thunderous, earth shattering love to one another. The sounds are a wooden stake being driven into my heart. In their mutual declarations of devotion, there is no room for me. Since the moment he first courted her two years ago, there has never been room for me between them or beside them. And with that realization I die. My soul just dies inside because I can¡¦t love anyone else but them.

In the lateness of the new morning, once the sun has risen, this incident will be deliberately forgotten. The three of us will go on as if nothing happened, as if my love hadn¡¦t been offered and rejected. They will be a happy little family, and I will be the faithful friend, silently standing outside guarding them, my nose pressed against the window¡¦s glass looking in, willing to take any crumb of affection they may happen to throw my way until I can¡¦t bear the icy loneliness any longer and allow myself to perish in battle.

That is fucking hell! It is the nightmare that I¡¦ve dreamt every single night for the last three months. You will not consign me to it. I¡¦ll wage war, tooth and nail, against you. You will not take what is mine while I am able to draw breath. So rage and rattle, bluster and bang, day in and day out, take any form you wish be it foul human or filthy beast, but you¡¦ve met your match. This Leaf, dog-nin shinobi will kill to have both of them. They are mine, now and forever, until death do us three part.

Numb, Shino heard Hinata¡¦s shocked gasp. Tight muscles flexed and straining, Kiba was rabidly snarling at the sphere-at-large, at the zeitgeist, at every demon that inhabited every hell. His words and sounds were meant for every living Hyuuga, every living Aburame, and every future disapproving resident of Konoha, even to every member of the fire nation. He expected the storm¡¦s winds to carry them far and wide. In a practice that was truly ancient and primal, he spoke as one brutal beast, a death hound, speaking to another. It was pure Inuzuka. Shino made his decision. Without hesitation he had to draw Kiba back from the brink. Damn! Kiba hadn¡¦t even used a jutsu to go feral. It had been a spontaneous reaction to what an alpha dog-nin perceived as a fate worse than death itself, the loss of his chosen mates, his pack. He had hung around the Inuzuka clan far too long not to have been aware of that which they whispered amongst themselves. His kikaichu had often overheard that for some Inuzukas this pathway could lead to permanent insanity. In fighting to keep their hoped for mate they lost all semblance of their humanity. Given that Kiba had been having this very specific nightmare every night for three months, even as he woke up every morning in their arms¡K fuck! How had he miscalculated how deep this ran for Kiba?

¡§K-K-Kiba-kun.¡¨

Hinata¡¦s lilting voice called out before he could.

¡§Kiba-k-kun come back to us¡Kp-p-p-please.¡¨

Her voice was soothing, loving.

¡§L-look at me l-love, please. I- I, we ¡Kn-n-need you.¡¨

The storm howled fiercely, drowning out Hinata¡¦s words and holding Kiba in its beastly thrall. In response, spittle formed on his curled back lips and on his bared fangs, Kiba seemed to get larger and violently barked back in return. He didn¡¦t seem remotely human, only bestial. Hinata stamped her bare foot; her voice deadly, focused, aimed to cut through the rushing cacophony of the storm.

¡§Look at me! Kiba!¡¨

The words were a harsh imperial order by entitled Hyuuga royalty, and one who brooked absolutely no dissent. Shino held his breath; he had never heard Hinata imitate Hiashi before. Gods! She was something else. After a long moment, Kiba dropped his yellowed, inhuman eyes to look down at her. Fixated on her, after a moment or two his hunched shoulders seemed to quietly relax as his strange, extremely narrowed pupils became more rounded and normal. The light in his eyes faded from a ferocious yellow to a fierce gold. His ears stopped twitching and his claws receded. His ragged breathing softened.

Relieved, Shino immediately took the hand off that his teamate/wife had presented to him. There was no hesitation in his cool and careful words, only authority as their team leader, and as the future clan leader whose aristocratic name they both would bear until the day they died.

¡§Seal us. We¡¦re ready.¡¨

Kiba trembled. He closed his eyes, and lost his near crouch. Back straighter, his sharp teeth seemed to get smaller as did his body. He swallowed. When he opened his eyes again they were a clear human brown. The vulnerability and fear in them was overwhelming. He nodded, obviously still unable to speak. He raised both his large hands, now no longer clawed, to perform the one and only jutsu, and the final step in the Inuzuka mating ritual. Hand still holding Hinata¡¦s, Shino closed his eyes.