The Nara Oath

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The Nara Oath
Part Two

Her eyes peeled back from bloodshot summer sky blue eyes. She moaned and smacked her lips, her mouth felt like a cat had kittens in it. Grimacing, she rolled over and hugged the soft pillow, burying her face in it. A soft rustle of blankets pulled at the edges of her subconscious. She looked to her right and came face to face with a fully flushed Kiba. Her gaze traveled lower; across the smooth planes of his chest as it heaved in what she thought was a dream. Then she realized a head between his legs and the events of last night tumbled across her sleepy mind.

Kiba opened one eye and peered at her, his lips curled in a sleepy grin but before he could say something, a harsh noise was ripped from his mouth. He rocked his hips into her teammate’s wet mouth and arched his back. “Bout time you woke up.” Shikamaru muttered against Kiba’s groin before running his tongue across his twitching member.

Propping her head up on her hand, elbow firmly planted in the pillow by Kiba’s head, Ino smirked, “You are certainly one to talk.” Despite her nonchalant attitude, she found the heat in her stomach stirring. She licked her lips and reached out, walking a hand down the Inuzuka’s tanned chest.

With strong arms, Kiba reached out and grabbed her thighs, dragging her across the mattress and burying his head between her thighs. She was now lying perpendicular to him, one foot planted on the mattress with her knee up while his head rested on the thigh against the bed. She wished that she could have touched Shikamaru but with his oath in mind she contended herself with arching her body and burying her hands in his hair. “Amazing.” She groaned as his tongue pushed against her hot entrance.

“Stole the words right out of my mouth,” Kiba’s laughter hitched in his throat as Shikamaru squeezed his shaft before running his lips over its pearling head.

“You are going to have to teach me how to do that.” Ino muttered while her eyes fastened themselves on the shadow-nin. He swirled his tongue around the other man’s throbbing shaft before swallowing it to the hilt.

“Sit up, Ino.” Kiba grunted as he gave her leg a pull.

She giggled and straddled his head. Resting her finely muscled bottom on his chest, she stuffed a pillow beneath his head to keep him from getting kinks in his neck. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” The blonde said cheekily.

He grinned at her as his tongue darted out, immediately penetrating her warm folds. She jumped slightly, squishing him in the process and earning herself a grunt from the dog boy. She uttered a breathless half-hearted apology as her eyes slid closed.

“Turn around.” Shikamaru’s words shocked her into sliding her eyes open. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled wickedly before turning carefully. Now she had to be careful and not rest fully on Kiba’s face. Smothering the man would be a bad thing she figured and so leaned over to ease the weight on her quivering legs, planting a hand on his chest.

His face unreadable, Shikamaru slid himself upwards and straddled Kiba’s waist. While Ino had slept, Kiba had broken out a bottle of sweet smelling lubricant. The remnants of it were still smeared across Shikamaru’s fingers, along with a considerable amount of sticky semen. With the throbbing shaft now lubricated with cum, lubricant and saliva, Shikamaru moved to impale himself on it. Reaching out a hand, Ino moaned as her right hand laced with the shadow-nin’s. Her eyelids fluttered as Kiba added a long finger to what his tongue had been probing at. She felt his ragged breaths puffing against her hypersensitive flesh as slowly the other man lowered himself and slowly enveloped his delicious member.

Ino seemed to jump a foot in the air as the man beneath her dug his sharp teeth into the flesh of her inner thigh. The pain seemed to ride with the pleasure searing her nerves. She tightened her grip, her tenuous link to Shikamaru, as his jaw tightened and tongue swirled over the welts he was most certainly making. Tearing his mouth from her thigh, he lapped at her with broad strokes of his tongue from her seeping opening to the tiny bundle of nerves peeking from flaxen curls. She ground her hips into his mouth, muffling a moan from her mouth.

“Look at me.” Shikamaru rasped while his slow, lackadaisical pace picked up slightly.

Ino turned her head and studied her teammate. This was the first time she had seen him like this. It was different than the night before. There was nothing aggressive about how he moved above Kiba’s supine form. His face was flushed, his lips swollen from kisses and the elastic that usually kept his hair out of his face was gone. His dark tresses framed his tanned face, making him look younger than he was. A hoarse sound tore from his throat as Kiba’s hips bucked upward while he glided downward. He rocked his head back, letting the pace get rougher with help of the rocking hips beneath him.

Meanwhile, the woman was finding it hard not to smother the canine specialist. The heavy liquid heat building in her loins was making her muscles shake and quiver. Her tightening grasp on Shikamaru’s hand only got stronger as her orgasm clenched her entire body. She bolted upright, yelling as the fire inside of her womb burst and sent shimmering waves across her skin. Wavering for a moment, she collapsed onto her side with one leg draped over Kiba’s chest.

“Shika, harder!” Kiba growled through gritted teeth as he bucked upwards.

Shikamaru hadn’t let go of Ino’s pale hand during her orgasm. She lay on her side, with her face pressed against Shikamaru’s thigh as he moved against the shaft he was impaled upon. She wanted to reach out and touch the painfully aroused flesh in front of her. She wanted to taste it, feel it inside of her. For the first time ever, Ino felt a pang of jealousy for Kiba who sounded like he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Kiba sat up, his hands planting on either side of his lover’s working hips. Their mouths met in a fiery kiss. Shikamaru tore away from it as a hand wrapped around his rock hard member. Synchronizing their movements, Kiba stroked his velvety length while dragging a calloused thumb across its head. Looking up into his eyes, the rhythm picked up and got rougher, causing both men to pant and moan in unison.

Ino lay on her side, still suffering the side effects of her own body wracking orgasm. The heavy, intoxicating scent of semen and sweat hung in the morning air. Kiba growled, biting down hard on the shadow-nin’s sweat slick chest as he came. Shikamaru let out a shout and stiffened as his shaft twitched. He came over his partner’s impeccable washboard stomach. Arms kept him from sagging to the side and Kiba laid back, keeping Shikamaru from crushing the half-conscious woman.

Ino, after seeing the man come, had started to drift back to sleep feeling safe and secure with these two men. She and Shikamaru had been together through thick and thin, had experienced things that would perhaps break a normal person’s spirits but they had endured it together—with Chouji, as well. Chouji had taken it upon himself to repopulate his clan with his pretty little wife and so, he had been on leave for the past few weeks in preparation for the baby that was about to arrive.

Reaching out, Kiba stroked Ino’s long flank, feeling the warm skin quiver. She wasn’t entirely asleep. He smiled and watched as her eyelids cracked and she peered at him with cloudy blue eyes. “What?” She asked sleepily. “I hope you aren’t ready for another round because I’m beat.”

“Not for a while, no,” Kiba smiled. Being an Inuzuka had its perks and some of them were long stamina, high sex drive and a sensitive nose but what most people didn’t realize, was that like the dogs they cherished, the Inuzukas were highly social animals. Like his brethren, Kiba craved the touch and warmth of his human companions. Sex was always a bonus with socializing that he could even say he eagerly looked forward to. Being a sociable animal, Kiba thoroughly enjoyed contact on a physical level as well. While most people disliked touch, even felt uncomfortable with it, he had drawn a lot from it. He had always had Akamaru for the simple contact of another being, but since the dog was left at his own home Kiba always kept Shikamaru close. Shikamaru, who had been slightly put out by this strange habit, soon learned to accept it and even expect it from the dog boy.

Shikamaru opened his eyes and peered down at the sleeping woman. Their hands were still connected, fingers laced tightly together. He smiled at her as she shifted minutely in her dreams, nuzzling her face against his leg.

“She’s beautiful.” Kiba’s voice whispered softly as his eyelids slid closed. “I can see why you love her so much, Shika.”

Love? The long haired man frowned against Kiba’s chest. He pondered that statement, “Why would you say I loved her, Kiba?” He asked and lifted his head before Kiba could laugh and jostle him with the movement.

“Because you do,” he said simply before sleep gripped him tightly and a soft snore sounded from his nose.

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After every drop of what had been squeezed from Shikamaru’s hot water tank, the clean and sated ninja went their separate ways. It was high noon by the time they had left his apartment. Stepping out into the relentless summer heat, Ino cupped a hand over her eyes and looked at the two men, “so what now?” She mumbled.

“What do you mean ‘what now’?” Shikamaru asked, lifting an eyebrow at the woman.

Kiba smiled, sliding an arm over her shoulders, “Come over whenever you want. He’ll be at my house if you want to see him.”

She frowned, “What about your sister and mother?”

“Don’t worry. Mum’s on a mission and Sis has her own things to entertain her.”

Shikamaru had taken his characteristic stance, slumped over with hands laced behind his head. His eyes were watching the cloudless sky while his mouth had slackened slightly, showing a peek of white teeth. “I want a drink tonight.” He muttered, his eyes sliding from the clouds to Ino’s face, “Since I didn’t get the chance to last night.”

“Okay, so I guess its drinks and my place.” Kiba’s grin grew broader as a thought struck him, “Or better yet, how about drinks at my place?”

Ino nodded, “Sounds like a plan.”

Shikamaru, who had begun to walk up the road some, stopped and turned. His eyes still on the sky beyond the building, he said, “And when you come tonight, keep your hair down.” Before wandering off down the street.

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She stretched out on her couch, drink in hand. Her friend had settled on the floor with her back against the wall, hogging the air conditioner. After recounting some of the night’s events—omitting the parts where she had watched Kiba and Shikamaru screw each other, she listened to Sakura stutter, “You cannot be serious.” for about the fourth time in the past minute.

“As the grave, Sakura,” Ino answered her, for what seemed to be the fourth time.

Sakura hadn’t had much luck with sex. As it were, she had herself locked in a relationship with a man she truly loved but couldn’t provide for her needs the way she wanted him to. Lee, who she had been dating for two years, didn’t want anything but ‘straight vanilla’ as Naruto had laughingly called it. Sex with no foreplay was like a sundae without the fudge toppings… or the sprinkles… or the cherries… or the banana, for that matter. Ino felt truly sorry for her friend, seeing as Lee was going to be her only sexual encounter-- they just didn’t know that yet. It seemed wrong to suggest breaking up a deeply in love couple because he wasn’t into experimentation.

“I just can’t believe it.” The pink haired kunoichi muttered before taking a long sip from her drink. “I’m so envious of you, Ino-pig.”

Unsure of what to say, Ino smiled and dangled her foot over the couch. She glanced at the clock, it was almost time for her to start getting ready. “I’m gonna go take another shower.”

Sakura smiled, “Alright, I suppose I better be off.”

“Don’t give up, Sakura-chan. I’m sure Lee will come around.” She said reassuringly.

The smile seemed a bit forced, “At least someone hasn’t given up hope.” She said before closing the door behind her.

Left alone in her apartment, Ino went about getting herself ready. Last night she had been dragged out of the house by her friend against her will. She had just gotten in from a long mission that had dragged her across the continent in search of a runaway teen. She had slept like a log for a day before Sakura showed up at her doorstep, banging on the door. Since she hadn’t had time to do her laundry from her traveling bag, there wasn’t much left for her to wear and so, Ino found herself rummaging through the bottom of her bureau in search of something that fit. Now, fortified with her usual array of clothing, Ino chose a pair of chocolate colored shorts that cut off just above her knee and hugged the curves of her bottom, as well as a dark red knitted vest that flattered her pale complexion and hair.

There was a knock at her door close to eight o’clock. She dropped the mascara into the bowl she kept her cosmetics in and glanced at herself in the hallway mirror when passing. She didn’t like her hair down, but it was a request of Shikamaru’s that she would fulfill. Tucking errant locks behind her ear, she opened the door and smiled at Kiba. “Hey.”

Shikamaru lingered in the back of the hall, hands crammed in pockets, his back turned to them as he stared out the window. Her eyes slid from his back to the canine-nin’s face. “Hey.”

“Ready to go?” He asked, his eyes seemed to undress her right then and there, sending eager shivers up and down her spine.

“I am.” She grabbed keys and stepped out, locking the door behind her.

TBC??