Teach Me

Breaking and Entering

Kiba frowned as something broke into a rather elaborate fantasy he’d built, concerning three captive kunoichi and new ways to use the handles of kunai. Damn it! He’d finally gotten a nice, toe curling pace going too. What in the hell ruined it for him?

He turned off the shower and his frown deepened. Did he hear music? He growled and rolled his eyes. Probably just the damned neighbor, and here he’d thought someone was in his apartment. Scowling he wrapped a towel around his waist and stomped out of the bathroom and towards his bedroom.

If Akamaru hadn’t been over at the family home, he could have let Kiba know if someone was intruding. But since the bitch that Akamaru preferred was in heat…well he didn’t like to be separated from her much. Kiba snorted, knowing vaguely how the dog felt. Who wanted to be separated from sure thing sex?”

Pushing open the door to his small room, he was struck immobile and stupid at the scene playing out inside. There was music and someone in his apartment. He gaped openly at the pink haired goddess on his bed, feeling his flagging arousal swell up even harder under the towel.

With some random club beat blaring on his stereo as a backdrop, Sakura was sprawled on his bed, hand between her thighs moaning softly. There was a woman, a gorgeous woman, pleasuring herself on his bed! “Damn,” he groaned softly. “I must have been a good boy this year.”

Her eyes opened above pink cheeks and parted lips. Tongue flicking out to lick at her upper lip, as she watched him watching her. Her nipples hardened at the blatantly aroused set of his dark eyes as they skimmed over her writhing body. She moaned softly, intently watching him approach the bed, as she brought herself closer to climax.

Eyes, half lidded in pleasure, watched his face as she slowly stiffened and gasped softly at the approaching peak. She’d come here wondering if it would be a mistake, but now she realized it had been a wonderful idea. Just seeing the captivated look on his face was enough to send her careening into orgasm. Gasping and arching up, she shuddered and shook. “Oh yes,” she groaned, hearing him echo the sound, “So good.”

She hummed softly to herself, letting her body pulse and drift down from the lovely peak of her climax. She opened her eyes and sighed in contentment. Then she blinked innocently at him. “Oh Kiba, I didn’t know you were there,” she murmured. “Guess I’m caught again.”

“Guess so,” Kiba murmured, still astounded at the scene.

“Want to know who I was fantasizing about this time?” she asked.

He blinked and remembered the conversation from the night before. The now familiar feral grin appeared. “Hinata?” he murmured teasingly.

“How did you guess?” she pouted, hiding a soft smile.

“Lucky,” he shrugged. His smile slid slowly away and he sighed. “So what now Sakura?”

“That’s your area of expertise, not mine,” she said, blushing lightly. “You know why I’m here, so don’t make me ask for it.”

“Why me?” he asked.

“I know you, but it wouldn’t complicate team relations,” she murmured. “I trust you and know that I wouldn’t have to necessarily tie myself to you like I would with Lee or Choji. They’d feel obligated to stick around after being my first, I think. You’re sweet and wonderful, but a woman should know her boundaries with you…to protect her heart. Plus I hear you do the most amazing things with your tongue,” she said with a blushing shrug.

“I do,” he murmured wickedly, dropping his towel and kneeling on the bed. Her eyes widened and her blush darkened. He grinned and pumped himself with one big hand, watching her eyes fixate on his length. “I can do amazing things with other body parts too,” he murmured. “Wanna see?” he asked softly.

Sakura swallowed, a bit concerned at the width of the dog man, but nodding despite herself. She’d heard he was big, but she hadn’t realized….

“What’s that look for?” he murmured, moving to straddle her hips. “You look like I’m about to devour you. Believe it or not, I can be gentle.”

“It’s just…wow…it’s really…there,” she stuttered, eyes glued on the jutting appendage resting just above her belly button.

“I promise no one has ever complained, so trust me a little. I know what I’m doing and everything will fit perfectly. On my honor as a ninja,” he said, leaning slowly down.

Sakura stiffened slightly as his length gently prodded her belly. All she could think was ‘this is going to hurt!’ But those kinds of thoughts slowly drained from her brain as his lips slid over hers so erotically, she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to say her own name at the moment.

“Mm,” she hummed softly, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him in for a deeper kiss. Kiba happily complied, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue out to tease her lips and taste her mouth. He tasted like mint and something rich and dark. She didn’t know what it was, but it made her toes curl and her legs fall apart.

“That’s what I like to feel, a woman who knows what she wants and doesn’t want to wait for it,” he murmured teasingly as he felt the shift of her legs against his muscled rear. Kiba eased back and settled between her thighs, leaning in to kiss her as his length settled intimately against her tender center.

Sakura shuddered and groaned at the erotic press of his body against hers. Really, just a slight adjustment and he’d be inside her. It would be that easy…she hoped it would be that easy. As an active ninja she didn’t harbor any worries about a maidenhead, but she still wondered how this was going to work out. Would it even feel good?

“Your smell is changing,” he growled softly. “Why are you afraid all of the sudden? Did I do something wrong?”

“N-no,” she said shyly. “It’s just I wonder if it’ll work out okay.”

“It will be wonderful,” he promised sincerely. “And clearly I need to do something to get your mind back on me,” he huffed softly.

“I-I’m sorry,” she sighed. “Maybe I shouldn’t have even come at all.”

“Nice try,” he murmured, biting her jaw gently in punishment. “Give me five more minutes before you decide to run off on me. Just give me a chance to show you something I think you’re going to love.”

“Okay,” she said softly, blushing as he shifted and his length rubbed down her thigh, leaving a curious streak of moisture.

He grinned mischievously at her and began to slide slowly down her body, dragging his lips and tongue across her skin as he went. “You have an awesome body Sakura,” he murmured against her flat belly. “A lot of kunoichi end up looking like small men, muscle wise. But you, you’re all curves and steel. It’s fucking amazing. I see a lush woman that could probably break me in half and it makes me so hard it hurts.”

Her blush flared further at the praise and then more as his tongue reached the top of her soft, rosy curls. “Kiba?” she murmured in question. Was he really going to do it? Ino had told her about what guys could do to a woman’s body, but she’d never imagined it would really happen to her too. She’d hoped it would though, just a little bit.

“Let me introduce you to my tongue. I think you’re going to like this,” he growled softly, ignoring the stiffness of her body and the tone of her voice. He knew she was a virgin and she hadn’t done more than kiss a few guys. She’d told him all of that before when they’d been out drinking on other occasions. She had some right for concern, but at the same time he knew he could make this amazing if she was a bit more relaxed.

He settled on the floor and tugged her bottom to the edge of the bed. Her legs settled neatly over his shoulders as he began his gentle attack on her senses. Running his lips over her thighs, he slowly made his way towards the radiating center of her body. He knew she was excited and nervous. He could smell it all like an exotic perfume and it excited him even more. “Lovely,” he growled, his breath tickling over her moist flesh. “I want to taste you Sakura. I want to see if you taste as lovely as you smell.”

Mildly amused by the blush that slid over most of her body, he bent his head and blew hot air against her body. She squeaked and squirmed slightly, making him grin wider. Responsive.

A soft growl rumbling in his chest, he bent and nuzzled against the moist center, drowning in the heavy scent of her body. He flicked out his tongue and with a humming groan, slid it from her weeping entrance to the throbbing bundle of nerves, hidden within downy, pink curls.

Sakura gasped at the slide of his tongue over her skin, slipping her hands into his messy, damp hair. Maybe this would be okay, at least a little bit. She gasped again and arched slightly as his tongue tickled over her and then flattened out to taste every inch in one long lap. “Kiba!” she gasped, partially in shock. It didn’t stop there. Kiba chuckled softly and then settled in to explore every inch of her tender center; every fold, nook and cranny. It was humiliating and mind-blowingly erotic, all at the same time.

Satisfied with his new knowledge of her most intimate landscape, Kiba turned his attention to the swollen bundle of nerves. He tickled it gently with the tip of his tongue and then, in a move that had her tearing out some of his hair and arching off the bed, sucked the tiny bud into his mouth. He tortured the thrashing woman further, swirling his tongue around it and pricking it with his sharp teeth, humming in male satisfaction at her uninhibited reaction. This was the woman he’d been looking for; the wild temptress thrashing on his bed, not the wilting virgin. This was so much better.

He moved his mouth down slightly, still nuzzling at the swollen nub with his nose, and sank his tongue deep into her body. “Kiba!” she gasped in surprise. It was erotic and frightening, and oh so naughty. He felt her warm tunnel contract around his invading tongue and growled against her.

Kiba rose, his eyes dark and half lidded with barely contained lust. He wanted to pound her into the bed until she could never forget who’d been inside her first. Fortunately a small part of his brain reminded him that she was still a virgin and he needed to at least try to go slow. Making a quick hand seal, he pressed his hands into her belly, just above her curls.

Sakura blinked at the sudden swirl of chakra in her belly and then at the man who’d just preformed the seal. “Kiba?”

“Contraceptive seal,” he growled softly, grabbing her hips and hauling her up the bed until there was room for him between her legs again. “In a family with a dog’s mentality when it comes to sex, developing these kinds of seals keeps us from overrunning the population with Inuzukas.”

“Oh,” she murmured, blushing. She hadn’t even thought to bring a condom, much less create a seal to prevent pregnancy. “Oh!” she gasped, fully realizing what was about to happen.

He grinned and settled on his knees between her legs, his drooling length nudging against her weeping entrance. “Yeah…oh,” he murmured. His grin slipped away and he looked at her seriously as he began to push.

Sakura looked at him in surprise as she was filled with what she thought would be an impossible burden. Not only was she taking him in, she was doing it with ease. She closed her eyes and lay back to enjoy the sensation of being filled by another person.

Her body happily parted and then enveloped his length in a tight, hot embrace. He groaned low. “Fuck Sakura. Your body was made for this,” he whispered, probably rather too crudely. It was true though. Her body held him tight as he came to rest against her tiny womb, undulating and clenching softly all around him.

She blushed at the startling words, but didn’t respond. It felt too good to worry about anything else. Besides, any thought she might have had on the matter evaporated as he began to move inside her, long and slow. “Oh,” she groaned as he pulled out slowly and with the same torturously slow pace, slid back to the hilt. She felt every inch of his length acutely.

He made a noise somewhere between a groan and laugh and repeated the motion. “So smooth and wet,” he groaned. “So tight.”

The achingly slow pace continued for long minutes, until Sakura was sure that she’d finally felt what it was like to go absolutely insane. Her body was full to the brim and burning for a release that would never come at this pace. “Kiba…please…faster,” she finally gasped.

He did laugh then and jerked his hips forward, making her yelp in surprise. “Getting impatient?” he murmured in a low voice she’d never heard him use before. Somehow she knew it was one you’d only hear when you were naked and pinned under him. “Very well,” he growled. His hips began to rock against hers at a faster pace, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the quiet room.

She hummed in pleasure and reached up to twine her fingers in his wild hair. This was what she’d been looking for. Or at least she thought it was, until he leaned forward to kiss her and pleasure ripped unexpectedly through her sensitive center. “Oh fuck!” she gasped, surprising even herself with the expletive.

Kiba just laughed and kissed her harder, knowing the angle of his body would make him slide over her swollen bud with every withdrawal and thrust. “Like that?” he growled, thrusting a bit harder, enough to scoot her slowly up into the headboard.

She simply moaned and ripped at his hair as her body slowly tightened around his pistoning length. “Yes,” she whispered, mostly to herself as she felt the familiar burn that would surely become a wonderful, mind blowing orgasm in a matter of seconds.

He sped up just a fraction more and watched, in utter satisfaction, as her eyes rolled back and she silently screamed. Sakura’s body arched hard under his thrusting body and then began to quake. He groaned harshly as her body clamped around him like a vice and she jerked, finally letting out rapid, breathless screams of pleasure. It was familiar, gratifying music to the dog ninja’s ears. He never got tired of the sound of a woman’s voice screaming out in pleasure.

He gentled his thrusts and then carefully pulled from her sensitive flesh as she melted into his sheets. “That was beautiful Sakura,” he murmured sincerely, leaning down to kiss her, his tongue sliding out to taste her.

She gasped for air and tried to kiss him back. “Wow,” she finally forced out. “That was amazing Kiba.”

“I’m glad you thought so,” he murmured, gently turning her onto her belly. “But we’re not quite finished yet.”

“Ok…” she started to mumble into the pillow, but was cut off by a polite knock on Kiba’s bedroom door, which was halfway open. She was surprised they’d heard it at all, but then the music had cut off some time ago.

Kiba growled and turned his head to see who the intruder was, while Sakura scrambled to wrap a sheet around her naked skin. His eyes narrowed. “Goddamn it Shino!” he snarled. “Can’t it wait?” he asked his teammate’s politely turned back.

“Afraid not, we have an urgent mission. Get dressed and meet us out front in ten. We’ll be gone a week, so pack accordingly. And, Sakura, I apologize.” Then Shino was gone and Sakura was left to gape in horror at the door.

“Do you think he saw?” she asked, probably rather stupidly. He’d known who she was after all.

Kiba was growling in soft frustration, but paused and nodded briefly. “Probably, but don’t worry. Shino is a cool guy, despite his bad timing.” He stomped to the closet, erection still wet and bobbing and completely unselfconscious about it. Sakura sat up and watched in amazement as he yanked out his travel pack and shoved clothing, tools and weapons inside. He disappeared briefly into the other room and then returned, dressed, with travel rations.

Finally he turned back towards her and sighed. “I’m sorry Sakura,” he murmured, sinking onto the bed, hand sinking into his thick hair. “I had kind of planned on spending the day showing you things, but duty calls I guess.”

“I know how it is,” she said shyly, standing up and quickly dressing. “Don’t worry about it. I had an amazing time.”

“So did I,” he said with a small smile. “You’re an amazing woman Sakura,” he murmured, pulling her close to kiss her gently.

“I’m sorry you didn’t…you know…” she murmured, fading off in embarrassment. She rubbed the seal on her belly and sighed.

“No big deal,” he assured her with a sincere smile. “Still felt fucking awesome.” He poked at the place where the seal was located. “Want me to dispel it? It’ll wear off in a week or so, on its own, but I can just do it now.”

“It’s okay,” she said with a shrug. “It’ll remind me of what we did. I kind of like that.”

He chuckled softly. “And here I thought I’d burn everything into your brain with just my amazing moves.” He kissed her again and sighed. “I’d better get out there I guess. Come see me again sometime and we’ll pick up where we left off.”

Sakura nodded and followed him out the door. She watched him seal his apartment and tried not to blush at the curious glance Hinata was giving her or the knowing smile of Kurenai. “Be careful,” she told them, waving as they poofed away, leaving her alone in front of Kiba’s apartment.

***

“You did WHAT!” Ino yelled, drawing curious glances from the other people in the small café.

“You heard me,” Sakura growled warningly. “Stop screaming already.”

Ino blinked and settled forward in her chair. Finally she grinned wickedly at Sakura as the news truly sank in. “Kiba huh? What was that like? I’ve never slept with him myself.”

“Good to know,” Sakura muttered. She was rather surprised. Like most kunoichi, with only so long to live, Ino tended to skip from man to man, like a weekly flavor sort of deal.

“Don’t you start on me about sleeping around,” Ino sighed, rolling her eyes. “Just because you’re a prude, and clung on to your virginity like a life line, doesn’t mean the rest of us had to. Just answer the question. What was it like?”

“Amazing,” Sakura sighed with a smile. “He was really sweet and patient about everything.” She sipped her hot coco and shrugged.

Ino’s gorgeous face darkened into a scowl. “That’s all you’re going to say about it?” She leaned further forward. “I need details for god’s sake! Is he a good kisser? Is he big or small? What does his orgasm face look like? That kind of stuff.”

Sakura laughed and sighed. “He’s a fantastic kisser…you know the kisses that make your toes curl?” Ino grinned and nodded, waving for Sakura to continue.

“As for size…” Sakura hesitated and then leaned forward so she could whisper. “He’s huge! I was really worried it was actually going to hurt.” She blushed furiously, hardly believing that she was even talking about Kiba like this. They’d all grown up together, so sleeping with any of the guys in their class was a little weird to think about. “Have you ever been with someone like that?”

“A few,” Ino said with a happy laugh. “It’s never been a problem though. I guess maybe if I slept with Choji I’d be concerned, but he’s a friend and all.”

“Choji?” Sakura squeaked in surprise. “When did you see him naked?” She couldn’t even picture the big man that way. He was way too sweet and quiet to fantasize about.

“I didn’t,” Ino shrugged. “But I happen to know that the trick he does to make his arms bigger applies to all body parts. Can you imagine?” she snorted with laughter. “My, what a lovely flag pole you have there!”

Sakura nearly spit out the sip she’d just taken at that frightening, but oh so funny, image. Okay so maybe she could imagine him naked, but, at the moment, it wasn’t a flattering picture. They giggled and laughed for a moment, genuinely enjoying their brief time together. There were so few people that Sakura could sit down with a talk to like this.

“So, you didn’t answer the last question,” Ino finally murmured teasingly. “I want to know what he looks like when he orgasms.”

“Don’t know,” Sakura said shrugging and sipping her drink. “I never got a chance to see it.”

“What, were your eyes closed?” Ino asked in disappointment.

Sakura blushed and shook her head. She set down her drink and sighed. “No, Shino interrupted us with an important mission for their team.”

Ino blinked and then gasped. “Did he accidentally walk in on you? How humiliating! I’d kill Choji or Shika if they ever saw me like that.”

“He was very polite about it,” she murmured, her blush deepening. “He kept his back turned the whole time.”

“That sucks,” Ino muttered. “So he didn’t…?” When Sakura shook her head, Ino hummed softly. “Did you have one?”

“Yes,” Sakura said softly, nodding and glancing around to see if anyone could hear. “I feel really bad too. I mean he was really sweet and said it didn’t matter, which he was probably telling the truth, but I still feel like I owe him one,” she murmured. She laughed softly and shook her head. That probably didn’t make any sense at all.

Ino shrugged, “It’s easy enough. When he gets back, just pop over to his place and blow him,” she said, rather crudely in Sakura’s opinion.

“Just like that?” Sakura asked, eyebrow rising.

Ino huffed, “What did you want prettier words, instructions, a demonstration? Geez, it’s the easiest thing in the world. Just pump him with your hand a little, suck on the end, swirl your tongue around and bam, job done and he’s happy.”

Sakura rolled her eyes and sighed. “Thanks that was terribly helpful. I think I’ll just figure that out later. Maybe I’ll just ask him to show me how. He’d be nice about that too, I’m sure,” she mused softly.

“I’m sure he would be,” Ino muttered. “Any guy would be nice about it. Hell even Shika would probably be so excited he’d do back flips.”

“Aren’t you a sunshiny person today,” Sakura snorted. She tossed some bills on the table. “Well as stimulating as this conversation is, I’d better get back to the hospital. We’re expecting some ANBU back today and at least one always needs something sealed up or reattached.”

“Lovely,” Ino grimaced. “Any of them ever lose their….”

“Yep,” Sakura said with a smile. “Successfully reattached and functioning and no I won’t tell you their name,” she said, her smile broadening into a teasing grin.

“Anyone I’ve slept with?” Ino asked, clearly thinking through all the men she knew.

“Probably,” Sakura muttered, shouldering her bag of papers. She’d intended to work at the café, but Ino showing up had shot that idea. Ignoring the finger Ino held up at her, she waved and turned to leave.

***

Despite her brush off of Ino’s help, she was a bit concerned about the whole oral sex thing. It would be a nice way to thank Kiba and interesting to learn about anyway. Eventually she’d probably need to know how to do it after all.

She worried vaguely about it all week, not really knowing how she’d bring it up or really even what to do. It’s not like she could practice it like she would any of her other moves. Well, okay, she could practice on fruit, but that didn’t really help since fruit didn’t give feedback.

Finally she gathered up her courage and asked the one man she trusted enough to repeatedly embarrass herself in front of. “Sensei?” she murmured softly, standing below the tree that he was currently camped in. He was always reading that freaking novel, so surely he knew a lot of dirty stuff!

“Hm?” he murmured, not bothering to look her way. If he could fight while reading, talking couldn’t be a problem.

“So, I have a question,” she began, chewing her lip.

“I’d gathered that already,” he droned with a sigh. He turned his page. “What is it?”

“Well I was wondering, since you read that book all of the time, and well, you’re older and more experienced, maybe you could explain to me how to give a guy a blow job,” she blurted out, blushing at her tacky word choice. How else could one really say it?

She’d expected him to just mutter something incoherent at her like usual. Instead she heard a thump and was surprised to see his book lying at her feet. “What?” he asked blinking down at her.

She blushed and picked up the book, mostly for something to do. Finally she shrugged. “It’s just that…well I’d like to know how before I try it on this guy I know. I mean you’ve probably been with a lot of women, so you’d know. Plus you’re a man too, so you should naturally know what works, right?” ‘Let me die now, please.’ Nothing like telling her team leader that she was sure he’d been on the receiving end countless times, so he should explain the process to her.

He blinked and tried to gain his composure. “I-I didn’t realize you were dating anyone,” he murmured, likely stalling.

“I’m not,” she said, blushing and ducking her head in humiliation. “I’m 22 and until last week I was a virgin. I don’t know why I actually waited. Okay maybe I know who I waited for, but now I want to explore a bit. I mean, we only live so long. He was really nice about all of it, and he even suggested I ask one of my three boys to do what he did, but that felt weird. I don’t know. Maybe now it would be okay, but I didn’t want my virginity to be yet another thing that gets fought over.”

He didn’t bother commenting on the fact she’d said her ‘three boys’, and instead tried to figure out how in the hell he’d answer her question. Didn’t he always tell them they could come to him about anything? ‘Stupid, stupid Kakashi.’ “So, he was nice to you and now you want to, thank him?”

She flinched. “Well it’s not just that, though I suppose that is a small part of it.” She sighed and jumped up onto his branch, handing his little book over. “We were sort of in the middle of things when Shi… his teammate knocked and said they had a mission.” She winced at the half slip of Shino’s name and hoped he hadn’t noticed.

He had of course. “Considering who your partner is, I have no doubt he’d be able to guide you along better than I can with just words. Kiba is a nice enough man, you know that. He’s not going to tease you about your inexperience or get upset over it.” He sighed, “Despite that….” He opened his book to a well worn page and flipped it so she could see the picture. “Look at the picture Sakura.”

She lifted her eyes from where they’d been glued to the bark of the branch. Oh god, he even knew it was Kiba! Way to go, kiss and tell girl! Not that Kakashi would tell anyone. Plus she’d already told one of the biggest gossips in their circle. With Ino’s help, she had no doubt everyone at headquarters would know by noon. On top of it all….what in the hell was she looking at!

Her brain finally pulled itself out of her musings and focused on the page in front of her. “Kakashi! What in the hell? Why are you showing me that kind of stuff?” It was a VERY detailed picture of two men…well…trading favors. “I didn’t ask about what gay guys do, and why in the hell are you even reading that? I thought you liked women.”

Kakashi sighed and rolled his visible and probably his sharingan too. “I happen to be attracted to both if you must know. Life’s too short to limit myself. Keep that to yourself, by the way.” He thrust the book out impatiently. “The point is that this is all you have to do. It’s not something scary or particularly difficult. You take him into your mouth and from there it’s all instinct and perception of his needs. If you suck and he groans, do it again, and then try something new.” He closed the little book and slid it into his pocket. “Sex, in any form, is about communication. It’s not about worrying about what the other person will think if you ask for something or how you look at the moment. Just enjoy sex and listen to what it is that you and your partner need for satisfaction.”

She blinked, surprised at the lengthy, and surprisingly insightful speech from her former sensei. Kakashi wasn’t a big talker, so this was really a rare moment, aside from the topic of conversation of course. “That was helpful,” she finally murmured. “I didn’t…thank you,” she said with a genuine smile.

He gave her a short nod and then smiled, his eye creasing with amusement. “Won’t you be thrilled to learn they got back two hours ago,” he teased. “No time like the present,” he said with a laugh.

She blushed and punched him lightly in the shoulder. “Jerk,” she muttered. “As it so happens, I have to go to work for a few hours.” She smiled and waved. “Thanks for the advice Kaka-sensei.”

“Sure, sure,” he murmured, waving her away and pulling his book out again. “Have fun.”

She rolled her eyes and hoped off the branch. Okay, so maybe she didn’t have to go to work, but she didn’t want him to think she was heading straight over to Kiba’s.

***

Sakura hadn’t taken into account Kiba’s two hundred pound (or so it seemed) dog when she’d decided to climb in his apartment window. Now with him lightly pinning her into the floor, it was apparent she should have. “Good boy,” she whispered softly to the big white hound. “I just wanted to welcome Kiba home properly.”

He cocked his head to the side and considered her words. She knew for a fact that he was actually thinking about it too. Akamaru wasn’t your run of the mill dog. Ninja’s dogs rarely were. Hell, Kakashi’s could all talk!

“I’m sure he told you about what happened last week,” she said softly with a small blush. He gave her a doggy grin and stepped back and sat on his haunches. Eyeing her curiously, he waited for her to explain, so he could decide whether or not to warn his master. She sighed and sat up, pushing her mussed hair out of her face. “Well you know…it was good…really good,” she finally admitted, glancing at the patient dog out of the corner of her eye. She couldn’t believe she was even telling him anything, but she needed his cooperation if she wanted to get to Kiba’s bedroom. He’d be sleeping by now after a long mission like he’d just gotten done with.

“He made me feel so good and he was so nice and patient…even though he didn’t get to…finish,” she said with a blush. “And, well, I’d like to help him finish it.” Akamaru considered her words for a moment and then gave a soft bark, which she could have sworn was a laugh, before moving towards Kiba’s bedroom. “Shit,” she muttered. He was going to tell Kiba she was here and the surprise would be ruined.

However the big dog just pushed the door open and waited for her, doggy smile in place, tongue lolling out a bit. God he was still a cute dog, despite his size, and so much like Kiba it was disturbing. As she rose uncertainly, she wondered who had adopted who’s behavior or if they developed it together.

He wandered into the dimly lit room with Sakura following closely behind. The room was exactly the same as last time, right down to the sock over the lampshade. He’d drawn the curtains though, so it felt a little different, more intimate. Akamaru panted softly and pushed at Kiba, who was lying on his side, until the slumbering ninja turned with a grunt and settled on his back. “Not now Akamaru. Tired,” he mumbled and began to snore again, softly.

Sakura tried not to giggle as she studied the long, muscled form of the dog ninja. Kiba had always been good looking, but as a man, he was stunning. He was all rippling muscle and tanned, bare skin under the thin sheet; a sheet that was hiding nothing. It settled so smoothly around his hips and thighs, her heart began to pound in anticipation. She knew how totally amazing his body was in action and itched to wrap her fingers around him and explore the wonderful appendage just barely hidden from view.

Akamaru woofed softly at her and put his paws on the bed, making it dip slightly, enough that the sleeping man probably wouldn’t notice a bit more when she climbed up too. Kiba growled in soft, sleepy frustration as the dog even pushed at the sheet until it was on the floor. Kiba shoved at his dog’s head in irritation, but didn’t wake enough to notice the other presence in the room. He had to be tired if he was dealing with all of this without fully waking. If almost made her feel bad for what she was about to do…almost.

She smiled in thanks at the big dog and shyly began to undress, as softly as she could. It wouldn’t do to wake him before she even got on the bed, not after Akamaru had helped out so much. Finally she carefully slipped up on the bed as Akamaru gently withdrew, her slight weight replacing his. The dozing ninja relaxed slightly, likely thinking his tormentor had given up. Too bad he hadn’t counted on a second.

From her position at his side she slowly, nervously, leaned down and reached out a tentative hand. She hesitated briefly and then wrapped cool fingers around his flaccid length.

“Akamaru, what in the hell!” he growled, immediately waking up and jerking upright. Akamaru woofed a husky greeting from his place of observation a few feet away, making the sleepy ninja blink and then look down his body. “Sakura?’ he mumbled in confusion. “How’d you get in here?”

“Nice to see you too,” she muttered in slight amusement, and at the same time stroking her hand over his flesh. “Akamaru decided to help in my mission to seduce you,” she finally admitted with a shrug.

He blinked again and then a small flush appeared on his cheeks. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I was just surprised. Thought my dog was coming on to me.”

“Happen often?” she asked, stroking over the slowly hardening length in her hand.

He swallowed slightly and then laughed. “I might have a few freaky fetishes, but none of them have ever involved Akamaru…or at least not yet,” he amended with a sleepy grin.

“You look really tired,” she murmured pressing him back down to lay against his pillow.

“I am. We didn’t get to sleep much,” he admitted. He hesitated and then cleared his throat. “Don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but….”

“You’re not really up to sex right now?” she asked with a raised brow.

“Yeah,” he said with a short nod. “I mean you’re freaking hot and exactly what I need, especially after everything that happened on the mission, but I just don’t have the physical or mental energy to please you much right now.”

She smiled and shrugged. She knew what had likely happened on the mission. He’d probably had to kill someone and that rarely sat well with any ninja. Sakura knew that was probably the only thing on his mind at the moment, aside from a deep desire for sleep. Good thing she could help with both, at least a little. “That’s not what I’m here for. I knew you’d be tired and I could have waited until tomorrow at least. But this isn’t for me.” She smiled and settled between his thighs. “I came here for you.”

“Oh?” he murmured, his interest peaked a bit. He cocked his head at her. “What did you have in mind?”

She flushed lightly. “Well I’ve never done this before, and I might need some guidance from you, but I’d really like to try.” Why was it so hard to say? Kiba was probably the last person who would judge her when it came to anything sexual.

He smiled and reached out to stroke her hair. “I think I understand. Just tell me what you need from me, okay?”

“Okay,” she smiled, a bit relieved.

She turned her gaze to the firming length in her hand and inwardly sighed. Okay. Releasing him she tentatively stroked over his belly and thighs, loving the silky hardness that was inherent in the tall shinobi. He hadn’t bulked out too much, not like Naruto at least. At the same time he wasn’t quite willowy like Neji or Sasuke either. In a way he was a wonderful balance of both strength and grace. It was intoxicating. “You have a beautiful body,” she murmured softly, as she ran her hands up his inner thighs.

Relaxing back on his elbows, he smiled and chuckled. “We all do babe. Yours is fucking amazing,” he growled softly.

“I suppose so,” she said flushing slightly. She knew she looked nice enough, but it was a little strange hearing it so directly from someone else. “Still yours is all power and grace.”

“Mm? And how does that make you feel?” he murmured softly, a wicked gleam in his eyes. Kiba knew very well what he looked like and how it affected women.

“Hot,” she whispered, wrapping her hand around his jutting length and squeezing him gently. He hummed in appreciation and flexed his hips towards her slightly. She squeezed again and moved her hand up and then down, experimenting a bit. It didn’t take a genius (which she was anyway) to figure out what motions made her boys’ blankets rustle at night. Plus it was just something everyone knew.

“Nice,” he murmured, slowly falling back onto the bed. “That’s very nice. Keep it slow like this for a while, and then slowly speed up.”

She smiled, realizing he thought he was just getting a hand job. Little did he know what was about to happen. She might as well surprise him now. Her smile lifted into a wicked grin, making his eyebrow go up in question. Keeping her eyes on his, she lowered her head and lapped her tongue over the head.

Kiba’s eyes slid shut and he groaned softly. “Even better,” he murmured.

She laughed softly at the remark and then slid her lips around his head and down. The shudder that ran through him was evidence enough that she wasn’t horrible at this. Ino and Kakashi were right, it was easy. Sakura reveled in her newfound power and slid her mouth down as far as she could take him, before dragging it back up, sucking lightly. Kiba growled deep in his chest, sending an excited shiver through her. He snaked his fingers into her hair and gripped her lightly.

“Sakura,” he groaned softly as she swirled her tongue around his leaking tip and then sank down around him again. As she repeated the gesture over and over, his fingers gradually tightened in her hair as he resisted the urge to guide her on him. She almost wished he would, wondering if it would be as erotic as it sounded.

Finally she reached up and pressed against his hand, in a silent, but understood gesture. He groaned and shuddered. “You’re a goddess,” he growled gripping her hair in his fist and pressing down until he was nearly gagging her with his wide length. Her inner muscles flexed in excitement as he took control of his pleasure, guiding her mouth over him as a quick, deep pace.

He was still being careful, she could feel his restraint, but it was still wonderful to feel the power he had over her. So few men could dominate her physically, since her strength and skill would ensure that few non-shinobi would have much of a chance over-powering her without help. Kiba, she was sure, would do it with embarrassing ease. It was erotic, exciting, and totally terrifying.

He groaned low and deep as his length pulse hard against the back of her throat. “I’m close,” he gasped. When she showed no sign of hesitation he groaned again and surged up into her inviting mouth. “Pull away if you’re not ready for this,” he grunted through clenched teeth. Sakura only hesitated a moment before squeezing him hard and burying him inside her as far as she could take him without gagging.

“Ah fuck!” he shouted, back arching and hand yanking her down on him. She choked and tears sprang to her eyes as he moved too deep, but she ignored the discomfort as he pulsed hard and let loose a guttural grunt. Warmth hit the back of her throat and slid across her tongue as he jerked and gasped below her.

Her body shuddered in excitement at the erotic display before her. The undeniably hot ninja, gasping and shuddering under her hands and mouth, body slick with a thin sheet of sweat, eyes and jaw clenched in pleasurable agony.

Shivering slightly he carefully pulled her off of his suddenly sensitive flesh and then up his body. “You’re amazing,” he murmured thickly, pulling her down for a slow, deep kiss. She worried that he’d be put off by his taste in her mouth, but as his tongue seemed to seek it out specifically, so she relaxed and enjoyed the caress.

“Thank you,” he finally murmured, letting his head fall back against the pillow. “Ask me for anything and it’s yours,” he sighed happily.

“I want you to sleep,” she murmured, stroking his damp hair back. She smiled and traced her fingers over the red fangs tattooed on either side of his handsome face. “You’re tired, I’m sure. We can continue this another time.”

“You don’t ask much,” he said with a soft laugh.

“I already told you I wasn’t here for me. I meant it,” she said with a smile. She gathered a bit of her chakra and pressed her hand to his temple. “Sleep and I’ll see you later.” She sent a small calming surge into him and watched as he relaxed totally and finally began to snore.

Sighing she climbed over him and gathered up his sheet to cover him. She smiled when she saw Akamaru still lying in the middle of the floor. “Voyeur eh?” she teased. He grinned back and watched curiously as she dressed. “Stick to you own kind doggy,” she murmured, earning her an amused bark and a thumping tail. She laughed and shook her head, before heading out the door. “Tell him I’ll be at the club on Saturday if no missions come up,” she called softly and then left the way she’d come.

***

Sakura felt the presence in her room the moment it slipped through the window and was wide awake. She sighed and didn’t bother reaching for the kunai under her pillow, instantly recognizing the silhouette at the end of her bed. “Sasuke,” she murmured in greeting, sitting up and flicking on her lamp. Making sure she had the sheet carefully tucked around her nude form she blinked at him curiously.

He was silent for a moment, returning her curious look with one of his own. “Do you always sleep that way?”

“Naked?” she asked glancing down. “Not on missions, but at home I usually do. I know it’s kind of stupid in my line of work, but the sheets feel so nice against my skin,” she murmured with a shrug. “I can move around so freely.” She grinned at him. “Plus if I was attacked, maybe it’d be a man and he’d get too distracted by my boobs to complete his mission.”

Sasuke snorted, folding his arms. “Doubt he’d be looking that high. Speaking of missions, that’s why I’m here. Looks like one just popped up for us. It’s an escort mission. We’re headed to Water Country to deliver a dignitary to his hometown. It’s expected to take about a month, as he is apparently rather elderly. Kakashi wants to leave at dawn, which is in about two hours.”

Sakura groaned softly. She’d been hoping to meet up with Kiba again this weekend for some more play time. “So much for that,” she muttered.

“Pardon?” Sasuke murmured, eyebrow rising.

“It’s nothing. I was just hoping for something I’m not going to get for a while now,” she muttered.

“What, dog boy?” he grunted.

Sakura frowned at his odd tone. “As a matter of fact yes. How’d you even know about Kiba?”

“I saw you sneak into his apartment yesterday,” Sasuke said with a shrug. “Are you dating him?”

“Nope,” she said, still wondering what it was about his tone that bothered her. If she didn’t know Sasuke a little better, she would think he was jealous. Since he’d spurned every advance she’d ever made though she doubted that was the problem.

Deciding to test him, she tossed off her blankets and made her way proudly to the closet. “We’re just friends with benefits,” she said, feeling his eyes follow her progress across the room.

Sakura reached into a drawer in the closet and pulled out a black thong, something she’d started wearing years ago since her panties always ended up her ass during training anyway. At least this way the panty lines were consistent. She slipped it on and then reached for her chest bindings. “I was stuck with my virginity and he relieved me of it,” she said flatly, winding the fabric around and around her body.

“Stuck with it?” he muttered, softly, his voice the tiniest bit tense. Good, he was affected by her after all.

She tucked the end of her wrap in and reached for the vest top and short skirt she’d recently adopted. “Well I was saving it for someone else, but he wasn’t exactly jumping at the chance, so why keep waiting,” she said with a touch of bitterness in her voice.

She saw him wince out of the corner of her eye. “You know I was involved in something else,” he growled softly.

Her head snapped up and she scowled back at him. “We’re 22 Sasuke!” she snapped, feeling a rush of anger at his empty excuse. “He’s been dead for years now! Hell I just figured that your interest lie in the other direction.” She finished dressing and turned to face him, arms folded.

“Pardon?” he asked in surprise.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she growled. “I know very well that something happened between the two of you. He may act all innocent and shy around his girlfriend, but I know that’s all it is; an act.”

Sasuke glared at her for a moment and then looked away in defeat. “It was only once, on that mission to Suna; the one where we carried those trade agreements to Gaara.”

Sakura gaped at him. She hadn’t been entirely sure of her accusation and certainly didn’t expect him to cave so quickly. “What happened?” she whispered in astonishment. How had she not seen what happened? She’d been on that same mission after all.

“It happened after you’d left the bar the last night we were there.” He ran his hand through his hair and then let it fall to his side. “We drank too much and then started talking about the past. That accidental kiss from the academy came up. I said it had sucked, he claimed he could do better now. Next thing I know, we’re falling into our hotel room tearing clothing off.”

She blinked a moment and then laughed softly. Now she wished she’d stuck around that night just a bit longer. Hell she’d thought the noise from their room was just another fight. “Well how about that. First time?” He nodded and blushed lightly. “Who was on top?” she asked with a sly grin. His blush deepened, but his mouth lifted into a smirk. She outright laughed at that. How he’d gotten Naruto on his back, Sakura would probably never know.

When she’d calmed and was looking at him in soft amusement, he finally approached her. “Just because you thought something happened with Naruto, and in fact it did, that doesn’t mean that’s what I wanted.” He reached up and wrapped long, strong fingers around her shoulders. “I just didn’t know how to tell you what I wanted, especially when you stopped throwing yourself in my arms.”

“Oh Sasuke,” she murmured. “I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” She didn’t think she’d regret her time with Kiba, but now she did, just a tiny bit. “I suppose I shouldn’t have…with him….”

Sasuke dropped his arms. “No it’s okay. You’re a grown woman after all. I just got to you a little too late to be first, didn’t I? Doesn’t mean there’s no chance left for something, right?”

“Sasuke,” she murmured, suddenly very uncomfortable. She wasn’t entirely sure she should even think of dating her teammates, the ones left single at least. They were all hot in their own ways, and she’d probably cave if pushed only a little, but still…. It had taken a long time to get over Sasuke and she didn’t know if she wanted to ever repeat that.

“Just say maybe,” he murmured softly. “I know the team complicates things, but at least think about it.”

“Okay,” she said with a small nod. She picked up her ever ready travel pack and shouldered it. “I will, I promise.” He smiled and walked silently next to her as they made their way through her apartment.

“So Sasuke,” she finally murmured as they wandered out of her apartment. “Was he better?”

“Who?” Sasuke asked tossing a curious look over his shoulder.

“Naruto, was he a better kisser?” she asked with a teasing grin.

Sasuke smirked back. “Best kiss of my life, but don’t tell him that.”

She laughed a moment and then caught herself. “Hey! I’ve kissed you too you know!”

“Yeah, isn’t that something?” he murmured slyly, glancing sideways at her.

“Bastard,” she grunted, pushing against his shoulder.

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” he murmured, chuckling softly.

***