Good Boy Meets Bad Boy

Good Boy Meets Bad Boy



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Chapter 12

Let’s Make Puppies

[Naruto’s POV]

Damnit to fucking hell and back! Curse me for my fucking idiocy – again!

I sit up briskly and push Gaara gently aside and mumble some inaudible apology and he gives me this half-assed glare, buzz killed for the night.

“What’s wrong?” He asks quietly and gives me a weary affectionate nuzzle of his nose into my hairline. I wasn’t quite sure myself why I suddenly was no longer in the mood for Gaara and his all-too-good ministrations and I sit there, ruffling my hair in wonder.

“I… don’t know,” is my lameass excuse and Gaara takes my chin gently into his hand, directing my face to his so he can look me firmly in the eye. I squeeze my eyes shut in anger and I growl loudly in frustration. Stupid, fucking Sasuke!

Augh, that’s not something I wanted him to see, not that it was any of his fucking business to begin with. But somehow I couldn’t stop feeling so perturbed about it like I just backstabbed him.

“Is it because of the Uchiha?” Gaara darkly asks me although there’s no real hint of resentment in his voice. My contemplating silence answers his question and he next feels the need to ask me, “Why the hell do you care what he thinks?”

“I DON’T give a damn what that idiot Uchiha thinks!” I bark angrily, pissed that Gaara pinpointed my exact, but confusing feelings. Ass!

I shuffle away from the redhead and off the bed, retrieving my tee and slipping it back over my head, tugging said cloth down around my waist brashly.

“You’re lying, Naruto,” Gaara next, blatantly states the obvious and I bite my lip in rage, trying to keep myself from throwing something at him for being so talented in reading my every thought. He never was able to before up until recently.

“Shutup, I don’t care,” and I shake out my hair again, hobbling into the kitchen to eat the few slices of leftover pizza we had. Munching on said slice I don’t look at Gaara, but address him in thoughtful conversation, battling out my internal fury, “I don’t know… I just, feel awkward now. Like I did something wrong.”

“Suddenly having sex with me is wrong?” Gaara queerly asks me and I can hear the smirk on his face.

I twitch in vexation and splutter, “Damnit, Gaara! Don’t say it like that!” He made it sound like I was so goddamn whore! Well… oh, wait… duh.

Fuck you too, Gaara.

And said redhead was now retrieving his own shirt that had been haphazardly discarded on the floor near the bed and slipped it on gently.

He was always the complete and total opposite of me. Calm, collected and silent, especially about THIS situation. I couldn’t help but tear around like a crazy man that just got caught cheating.

Bastardass Uchiha killed my buzz! And if I were correct in my next thought, Sasuke looked rather pissed when he quickly shut the door after catching an eyeful of Gaara and I beginning our would-have-been romp for the night.

Gaara was right though. I really shouldn’t have been pissed, but I was and couldn’t make sense of it. And what I couldn’t make even more sense of was why Sasuke suddenly acted like he was upset about the situation. I can understand being embarrassed, but… that wasn’t embarrassment was it?

“Hey Gaara,” and addressed redhead looks up at me from sitting back on my bed again. “Did Sasuke look pissed to you when he left the second time?” Maybe if Gaara confirmed my thoughts it would make more sense to me.

Gaara just stares at me inexpressively and I inwardly seethe. “I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention to him,” he finally and honestly responds and lies back.

My lips form a taut, thin line of concentration on my thoughts, brow furrowing deep to enhance my line of thinking and horribly failing.

Now I seriously wasn’t anticipating going to school tomorrow. It was going to be a long, fucking night WITHOUT fucking.

Damn Uchiha. Damn Gaara.

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[Sasuke’s POV]


“This is it!” Kiba exuberantly announces as we approach the small, waist-high gate in front of the house.

The two of us had taken the bus from Naruto’s apartment to the edge of the city where Kiba lived in suburbia.

It was a nice, traditional Japanese house. Not big, but not small. Quaint.

“I’m so glad you decided to come over, Sasu-chan,” Kiba happily exclaims and gives me an ear-to-ear grin. I give him my best reassuring smile as I could.

After tonight’s events it was probably best that I had gone home instead, but I just didn’t feel like going.

Kiba loudly announces his return and kicks off his shoes haphazardly. I do the same, though much more calmly. Excitedly, Kiba takes my hand in his and drags me into the house. Rounding a corner sharply, I stumble into what must be the family room with Kiba.

“Hey mom! Hey sis, I’m home!”

Two beautiful brunettes look up at me, surrounded by wild looking dogs. They both sported the same red tattoos as Kiba.

“Yea, we heard you the first time, mutt.” His sister says disinterestedly, lovingly, but boredly patting one of the dog’s heads.

All eyes are suddenly on me when I’m addressed, “Why hello there, boy.”

I suddenly feel very intimidated, but I assumed because there were also the eyes of dogs watching me intently. And not very friendly-looking dogs, might I add. “Uh—hello, Mrs. Inuzuka,” I stammer somewhat, eyes unable to lock properly on Kiba’s mother.

“This is Uchiha Sasuke-chan!” Kiba excitedly introduces, tugging playfully on my arm and squeezing me close to him. “My new boyfriend!”

“BOYFRIEND?!” I can’t help but shriek in surprise, trying to yank myself out of his grasp, but he only squeezes tighter.

“Boyfriend, eh? Wonder how long you’ll play with this one, mutt, before trotting off to another?” Kiba’s sister almost sneers in disgust at her own brother and passes me this rather sorry look. For such a tough attitude, his sister was extremely beautiful. I blush.

“Shutup, Hana-obaaaaan(1)~!” And Kiba indignantly flips her off and raspberries her.

Hana’s eye twitches and she abruptly stands among her three, brown dogs, which rise with her as well in company. I suddenly had a very uneasy feeling about this sibling battle. “Kiba!” She barks loudly and the mother rises briskly to stop the two.

“Knock it off, you little shits!”

I felt my body turn to stone.

Wow.

She’s as feisty as my mother. Scary…

Kiba miffs childishly and drags me off by the wrist, “C’mon Sasu-chan~ I want you to see my new puppy!” I turn around to glance behind and see Hana flipping the bird at Kiba’s retreating back furiously, unable to do anything else with her mother at bay.

Kiba’s family… reminds me all too familiarly of my own. And I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Successfully dragging me upstairs to his bedroom Kiba kicks his door vehemently shut and flashes me a wild, but cute grin. “Akamaru!” He calls out to, kneeling down onto the floor in front of his bed. I give him a few blinks of quandary and out juts a little, white and brown head from underneath Kiba’s bed sheets. A little puppy’s head looks up at Kiba and eye from under the bed and he gives out a tiny whimper, melting my heart instantly, though I’m sure not to show it.

“C’mere boy,” Kiba says and gives a beckoning twitch of his hand, summoning the puppy out of the shadows. Kiba scoops said pup off the floor and the little guy gives him a few friendly licks to the face, “This is Akamaru, my new puppy!” He rather happily announces.

“He’s cute,” I point out blatantly, but the usually stoniness to my voice doesn’t falter.

Kiba chuckles and sets the puppy back down on the floor and raises his eyes up to me, “Hey, Sasuke, don’t listen to my stupid sister, okay?”

I give him this odd stare, not expecting him to cover himself up so quickly, “It’s okay.” Instead of questioning it, I just let it slide. Kiba sits himself on the bed comfortable and pats his lap at the puppy sitting silently at his feet. Akamaru just gives him a wag of his tail and a more than happy yip and the boy seems pleased with that response. He passes dark eyes up to me and gesturingly pats the bed beside him, telling me wordlessly to take a seat. I do so without speaking as well and prop my hands behind me to casually lean back a bit. As we sit and enjoy each other’s silence I decided that I had a inquisitive question for Kiba that wouldn’t get me killed when asked: “Kiba?”

“Hm?” And he doesn’t look up at me and instead resumes watching Akamaru.

“Um… are you,” I pause nervously, “I mean, do you like—” DAMNIT. I was having a real hard time on this one. My tongue felt like it was tripping over itself; tying itself into an uncomfortable knot and my throat was suddenly very dry. I force my eyes open I didn’t even know I closed and blurt, “Do you like guys?”

Kiba doesn’t say anything, which surprisingly makes my heart race faster. He looks like he’s contemplating my question as he gives Akamaru a good gentle scratch between the ears.

“Yup,” Kiba finally answers and gives me this canine grin.

My heart dislodges itself from my throat and sinks back to its proper location in my chest.

“What, you didn’t believe me?” Kiba asks me rather curiously, giving me this coy stare.

“What do you mean?” I mumble embarrassedly.

“I mean… all the hints, the flirting, the coming onto you? Did you not take it seriously?” And that’s when I noticed how close Kiba was leaning towards me and I was shocked at myself when I didn’t put any distance between us.

“Uh, well,” I find myself nervously stammering, “I wasn’t sure if I should or not – I mean, I don’t know.” I inwardly berated myself over and over for sounding like a flustered schoolgirl.

“Well what about you, Sasu-chan?” Kiba says, reverting back to that cutesy honorific he so happily tagged me with.

“Wh-what about me?” Finally I inch away a little.

“What about you? Who or what do you like?”

“Uh,” suddenly put on the spot I felt remotely the size of an ant and only wished I could crawl away and hide somewhere. I felt like I did back when I had that stupid conversation with Itachi. I was too mortified to think about it let alone speak of it. “I… I don’t know.”

Kiba’s fingers ghost over my hand and he teases, “Wanna find out?”

Swallowing the large lump in my throat I wondered to myself if I should seriously take him up on his offer. Wait… this is the same guy who molested me in Neji’s car. Inwardly, my face faults for a moment and I have to seriously consider my options:

A. I could accept his offer and like it.
B. I could accept his offer and hate it and be permanently scarred for life.
C. I could refuse his offer and get raped anyway.

I sigh at my serious disadvantage of the situation and rather unexpectedly did the image of Gaara straddling a shirtless, panting Naruto pop behind my eyes.

I feel my face burn and not in embarrassment, but in anger and my fists clench in my lap on instinct. I wasn’t sure why that thought made me so angry and I felt foolish for not being able to understand my own emotions, or maybe the lack thereof.

Kiba’s not advancing, but not putting room between us either as though allowing me to decide where to take our situation. The brunette softly speaks, “You really aren’t sure are you?” And I give him a quizzical look so he continues, “I mean, you can’t determine your sexuality.”

“I guess,” I pensively and almost solemnly begin, “I don’t know. Maybe… I’m just a little confused.”

Yea, that’s it. Confused.

Kiba, still playing with my hand watches his dancing fingers and asks me a simple question, “Well, do you like boys, or do you like girls?”

I guess I honestly had to think that question over. I never really made an effort to get into “liking” anyone. I just focused on school and that was it. I had plenty of fangirls that more than annoyed me, which I had to say, drove me away from that sex. But I don’t think guys were really any better.

Maybe I’m asexual.

I mentally bury myself six feet under at that thought.

I sigh in aggravation and slump forward, propping elbows onto my knees and running fingers tiredly through my hair, “I never had time for girls,” I admit to the brunette. “I was always so hell bent on getting a good education I disregarded everyone’s romantic feelings, whether they be boys or girls.”

Kiba gets this awful giddy grin on his face, “So you’re a virgin?”

“WHAT!” I explode in mortification, nearly falling off the side of his bed and at my reaction Kiba bursts into fits of uncontrollable laughter, saying things like “that’s so cute” between gasps for air.

No, it’s NOT cute.

Stupid, fucking Kiba.

“So – so,” Kiba’s finally catching his breath, “does that mean you’ve never kissed anyone before either?”

I’m pretty sure my face is ten times redder than before as I scowl hatefully at him, but it probably looked more like a five-year-old pout, “That’s none of your business!” But to Kiba I’m sure it was quite obvious that his suspicions were correct.

Stifling a giggle, Kiba coyly leans back towards me and sweetly asks, “Then can I be your first?”

Now my red face was pink, “Wh-what? My first?” Was he talking about sex? Was Kiba asking to have sex with me?!

“Yea, your first kiss,” Kiba then clarifies for me, making me feel much more at ease. Wait – kiss? Shit, that’s ALMOST just as bad and I go back to feeling on edge.

Wait, was he giving me a choice? “Do I got a say in this?” I ask, a little squeamish and Kiba just gives me this bubbly nod of his head. Well, I guess that’s a little better.

Habitually I run an unsteady hand through my hair in deep consideration.

Kiba didn’t seem like THAT bad a of a guy, but I still was unsure. I mean considering yesterday’s circumstances, and not even just him – everyone. There was no telling that they may not try and pull another, more well planned stunt like that again. It’s not like since then they’ve given me much reason to trust them despite running out and about with him… oddly enough. I had to admit though, despite the current circumstances Kiba was being rather patient. I expected him to be a least pushy considering he had no problem being touchy-feely with me earlier. But as far as a kiss goes… it was just a kiss, right? But kissing leads to other things. And Kiba was a boy on top of all of that and I’m still unsure of what and how my body feels.

God damnit all and I force my eyes shut suddenly and consent softly, “F-fine.”

Kiba smiles in his success and I feel the tips of his fingers slide up the front of my arm smoothly, leaving goose bumps behind.

I suck in my breath and tightly say, “This just stays between us though.” And respectfully enough, Kiba nods and whispers the word okay and I feel warmth hover over my face as Kiba closes our distance.

I felt like I had been shocked by static electricity when Kiba’s lips gently brushed mine. It was such a soft, brief touch that I almost didn’t feel his actual skin. But the kiss became fuller and my mouth began to responsively move with him. I had never kissed anyone in my life, but it wasn’t rocket science either. You see so much of it everywhere it was common sense; the image drilled into your brain without you actually having to experience the action of affection yourself.

And after a few seconds of brief movement Kiba finally pulls away, peeling dark eyes open to stare deeply into my flushed face. Meeting his dark gaze with my own coal colored eyes I release a deep, contented sigh.

I had to say I was more than surprised at my own actions, but Kiba’s as well. I expected him to advance much more then that; you know, take advantage of the experimentation, which in turn made me feel bad for judging the boy to be that way. He was calm and collected and fore mostly rather mature about the situation – surprisingly.

“Well?” Kiba asks with that boyish grin of his, seeking my approval. “Comments, questions, or concerns?”

“Uh,” and I’m instantly tongue-tied again. “Well… that was nice,” I sheepishly admitted, but tried to sound firm about my own embarrassment.

“Good,” Kiba says and quite happily throws himself backwards onto the bed, flopping unceremoniously across the mattress with his arms outstretched over his head.

“Kiba?” I call out to him softly and eyes wander to mine and I get a “hm?” in response. “Why did you do that for me?”

The brunette removes his eyes from me and looks to his ceiling and giggles softly, suggesting I might seriously be slow and says, “Because I like you, duh.”

“But why?”

“I dunno, does there have to be a reason?”

I guess that was satisfactory… oddly enough. I supposed that there didn’t necessarily have to be an answer to my question, but I would’ve liked one. But the subject didn’t need to be pressed further, I just took it like it was and looked over at the boy’s alarm clock sitting by its lonesome on the nightstand. It was almost ten o’ clock and I about freaked.

“Shit!” And Kiba bolts upright fast and stares at me incredulously for my ridiculous outburst. “It’s so late – I gotta get home!”

“Need a ride?” Kiba asks me with concern, “I can ask my mom ta’give ya lift?”

“No, but thanks. It’s late and I don’t want to cause your mom trouble. I’ll just take the bus,” and with that said I slide off the bed. Kiba follows suit of me out the door and escorts me downstairs where I give my regards to his sister and mother. The brunette then accompanies be down at the bus stop on the corner of his street until said mode of transportation arrives, waving me off.

“See ya at school tomorrow, Sasu-chan,” and winks at me knowingly before giving me an exuberant wave good-bye.

“Yea,” and I return the wave until the doors of the bus shut behind me.

Haha, my parents are going to kill me.

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(1)oban – bitchy old hag


KOMG Sasuke’s first kiss! *Q*
PLEASSSSE don’t kill me because it was Kiba, it was just WAFF, this is NOT a SasuKiba/KibaSasu ficlet, this is strict SASUNARU… I just haven’t gotten to the SasuNaru part XD

More importantly…
I’M ALIVEEEE~

I didn’t forget about the story, I swear~ I saw the folder for it everyday in my file DX I’m working for an anime toy company out in Arizona [Symbiote Studios] which has completely and utterly sucked up ALL of my time, that and the baby too of course who’s now 1 YEARS OLD since Nov 04 *o*
I’m surprised that I actually sat down and FINISHED this chapter, because I had it started a while back…
I owe it to my uke, Gaki for motivating me to start writing the fic again X3 because we’ve spent the last week or so over the phone fangirling over fics we’ve either read or written LOLZ

Please rate and review~ ;D
I’ll try to update frequently~