Dark Musings and Secrets in Konoha

Review me! This is a different pairing, so ye be warned, fangirls. Review me! Please! P.S. I'm a bastard to poor Chouji-kun - don't read this if you can't handle that.

This chapter = Kiba x Chouji

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Naruto. A very cool man named Masashi Kishimoto does, and I hope I won't be sued for doing bad things with his awesome characters.

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"I can tell you why he's seemed so distracted the past few days." I smirked - my favorite part of a seduction was being a bastard about it.

"You know? Kiba! You have to tell me!" He was irresistible, though I didn't want to resist him even if I could. I leaned back against the post we had met at, my best nonchalant smirk on my lips. It was hard to pull off looking so cool when I wanted to jump on him and screw his brains out - but who could blame me? I knew something he didn't, and I was going to use it to get him into the sack. Not that bluntly, of course. After all, even the most vicious of dogs knows how to play dead to make its prey unaware.

"I don't know if you really want to know, though..." My look changed to concern, as if I were attempting to hide it even though I was forcing the expression upon my face. His lips parted and he bit the side of his lower lip - I could tell he was in a dilemma. Did he want to hear words that I, Inuzuka Kiba, the king of the blunt and the master of being completely lacking in subtlety, deemed perhaps a little too bad for him to hear?

I was dangling bait above his head, and he was the fish that couldn't resist biting.

"You have to tell me! You just have to!" He took a step closer to me, and I bit my lip and furrowed my eyebrows, an almost puppy dog look controlling my countenance. Hook, line and sinker - it was so easy I almost felt bad. I wished I could lie to get results that easily, but with how the object of his affections had been acting as of late, there was no reason to risk a lie to get a piece of his ass. Glancing around, I leaned in towards him and dropped my voice to a whisper he could easily hear.

"Fine. Not here - too many people," There was no one around, but his eyes were on me. He never even realized that the street was empty in the early dusk. We were close enough to my house that he tagged along without question. He's got it bad, I thought as I noticed he didn't even bother getting his potato chips out. The only way I could describe his expression was that of a hurt puppy that still wanted to follow the master that had hurt it. So pitiful I couldn't help but take pity, but, hey - I had needs to fulfil, and my only friend was my dog. I didn't care if he came out worse for it.

Maybe that was me being a major asshole or something, though. Been called it before, know it won't be the last time.

As soon as I walked in, I saw my sister sitting on the couch, reading a book. I threw her a look, and she smirked before getting up and heading for the door as I walked past. He was in tow right behind me, and I was thankful how much could be said between siblings with a look and a sniff. After all, with my mother out of town on a mission, I could take my prey home instead of resorting to the woods. Not that the woods were a problem, but they always seemed to prefer a bed for some reason.

He sat down on my bed and Akamaru left the room before I shut and locked the door - he had better fish to fry instead of watching me screw another emotionally stressed teenager. After all, I think that bitch next door wanted him, since she was in heat - I just wish it didn't affect me as much as it did. Which is why I'd dragged him here in the first place.

"So, tell me, Kiba. You know, don't you? Why he's been acting weird?" I wanted to pinch his cheeks for his naivete, but instead I pulled the chair out from my desk and spun it on one leg before sitting down on it backwards, straddling the back like I was planning on doing to him later. I composed my best "I'm sorry to say this," face, and started.

"Well... It started a few days ago. Remember that night after our teams had BBQ together?" He nodded just how I knew he could, and I continued. "Well, he didn't go home right away. I saw him later, while I was taking Akamaru for a walk, and he reeked of Sasuke." He looked confused, and I knew that was my cue. I lowered my head and looked off to the side, whispering the part that was the clincher. "... and sex."

Understanding dawned upon him and I knew I'd won. He looked utterly crushed, yet furious. It was common knowledge that Shikamaru had his kicks with Ino - he accepted that and moved on. He didn't know the lazy shinobi had spent a night or two in my bed and I wasn't about to tell him - that would make me look like the bad guy. Instead, I nodded, and tried my best to look uncomfortable.

"I... I can't believe him..." He said, and buried his face in his hands. I allowed myself a smirk as I stood up and took the three steps to the bed. As I sat down beside him, I hooked an arm around his shoulder and muttered some words that sounded soothing.

"Listen," I started, and he peeled his hands away from his eyes to look at me - he wasn't crying, but he did look like he was about to. "Forget about him. He's not good enough for you." I continued, and he was biting his way up the line so fast I wondered how Shikamaru dealt with him. Some people just like hanging out with the innocent ones, I guess.

"But, I love him. I thought he knew that - I've told him before. Besides... no one else would want me..." That was the line I was looking for - the self doubt, the low self esteem worming its way through to rear its ugly head and cause the most rational people to do the irrational. It was sealed as soon as he said that - I kissed him.

His eyes flew open for a moment, and I admired how pretty they looked before his eyelids fluttered shut, and it actually took effort for me to not break away and pump my fist in victory. I would have to go after harder quarry next time - this was too easy. I broke the kiss and dropped my voice to a husky whisper.

"I want you."

For he and Shikamaru being best of friends, he sure gave in easily to silent revenge once he found out what his lover had been doing behind his back. No thanks to me, I swear! So when I started pushing his jacket off and he complied - and even helped by unzipping my jacket and starting to pull it off my shoulders - I knew I could relax a little and enjoy myself.

People give him no credit - for as chubby as he is, he surely isn't all fat. When I ran my hands over his body as he writhed on my bed, I could tell there was a very good amount of muscle under his skin. He tasted great, too - I couldn't keep my mouth off of his when I pushed down his pants, careful not to tear them (claw marks sure are obvious, I've learned.) In fact, I didn't even want to stop kissing him when I groped blindly on my bedside stand for the lube I hid behind my lamp. I unscrewed the cap with one hand and squeezed more than I meant to out - but hell, not like more can hurt.

"K-Kiba, this is, this isn't right," he tried to protest as I smeared the slick gel down my cock and used the excess to start probing him. As soon as I pushed a finger inside of him, however, he leaned his head back and groaned deeply and I knew I had it made. I whispered something about it being perfectly right - some crap I knew they liked to hear - before I pulled my hand back and positioned my head against his ass. I was going to fuck him so hard he'd feel it tomorrow night - especially if he and Shikamaru had a bout of make-up sex. Lets remind them of the best and they come back for more - easy fucks are the best.

"Shh - this'll feel good, I promise," I cooed to him in by best soothing voice as I started to slide my cock into him. For how lazy Shikamaru is, it didn't surprise me the boy was as tight as he was, and I was glad I'd used the extra lube, if even by accident. The warmth of a body always seems so unexpected, no matter how many times I do this, and I enjoyed the feeling of another new person. He felt good, that much I knew right away, and as I pulled out and began thrusting back into him, I soon discovered he sounded good, too. I had a feeling he and lazy one didn't do this often in a bed - especially if he couldn't keep quiet. Before I'd even warmed up he was starting to cry out my name, so I decided to give him a little walk on the wild side - Inuzuka style.

I pulled out of him and helped him roll over before grabbing his hips and pulling them up. He bit the pillow as I repositioned myself and entered him in one, clean thrust - punctuated by a loud cry from him, of course. I wasn't quite sure how long we went on like that - me thrusting and him moaning - until he finally said the thing that broke me loose.

"Oh, God, Kiba! Fuck me harder!"

I was much too happy to comply.

I knew I looked more animal than human with the way I was fucking him, thrusting into him without abandon with my claws sunk into his fleshy hips and my cock buried deep enough in his ass the next time I pushed that he screamed my name with caution thrown to the wind as to who could hear him. I hunched over him, breathing against the back of his neck as my arm hooked around his hip and I started stroking his cock. He was a bit smaller than Shikamaru, but I wasn't surprised about that for some reason - you can practically smell how big someone is.

I was too close - it was getting too hard to think about how I was supposed to be fucking him rather than how I wanted to fuck him. I couldn't help myself when I squeezed hard on his cock and my hips started to twitch, my thrusts turning into short jerks that seemed to not move but still made him scream louder. All I could think of was one thing - release. I wanted to come and I wanted him to come with me, and when I finally felt his muscles start to spasm around my cock, I couldn't help myself. My eyes rolled back into my head as I pushed into him as hard as I could and I swear I couldn't help but howl with how hard I came - so hard it left me panting over him, still inside him even as I went soft.

When I finally pulled out of him, I sat up on the bed, but he just stayed like he was - save for his hips slumped forward and his crotch was probably covered in the sticky cum that was now covering my sheets. They were easy to wash, and I looked at him with false concern.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly, and he barely nodded before slowly getting up and pulling on his clothes without bothering to clean himself up. He'd get over whatever he was thinking about - we're shinobi after all, we've had emotional desensitivity training. At least, we Inuzuka have had a lot of it - we don't need to show emotions when we can smell them. As he stood up and almost wobbled to the door, he glanced back at me - still naked, though I was wearing my hitae-ate, and looked as if he was going to cry. I was sure his exact thoughts were "What have I done?!"

"I.. I should go, Kiba. I'll see you around, I... I... sometime." He almost banged into the door of my room before he unlocked it and opened it. He spared me one last look before he started to close the door.

"Seeya, Chouji," I replied, and he froze for a moment, as if by me saying his name it made it all the more real the folly he'd committed, and he closed the door without another moments thought. As I lay back in the bed, I congratulated myself on another prize well won.