Kiba's Private Hell

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“Put him there” ordered the Hokage. She gestured to a wooden chair in the center of the room.

The Anbu lead a shackled Kiba into the dazzlingly painted room that was Tsunade’s hospital office. He pushed the dog-nin into the chair and stepped back.

“This won’t take long. Your sister is on her way. Don’t make them hurt you.”

Kiba forced back a whimper. The Hokage’s voice was too loud. His senses had gone into overdrive. He dropped his head so his dark hair fell over his face and closed his eyes to block out the bright light.

Kiba sighed and forced himself to look about the room. Although the sedative they gave him was wearing off his sight was just a bit blurry. The Anbu stationed behind him smelled like iron and power. The scent was completely unlike the jasmine perfume the Hokage, who sat behind her large desk, was wearing. God he wished people would stop dousing themselves in scents, hell at least until they fixed whatever was wrong. Again Kiba lowered his head breathing shallowly to block the over powering odors in the room.

A loud rap on the door brought his head up.

“Enter,” came the Hokage’s blaring order. Kiba sighed as the Hokage’s harsh word buried itself into his mind.


The familiar scent of his sister entering washed over him.

“Please speak softly” Kiba whispered.

Tsunade grunted.

“Hokage I have the resul...” Hana’s words trailed off. Kiba lifted his eyes to meet his sister’s own stare, her face became unfocused. Unfortunately not before he saw the look of pity and disappointment in her expression.

He knew he looked like shit, but he never was into appearances anyway. The world wavered for a moment and he forced himself to still until things settled.

“A mild sedative, to make it easier on everyone involved.” replied the Hokage to Hana’s unheard question. “I got your report on Akamaru.”

Kiba jerked at the name of his best friend. Panic filled him. Yet again, he’d been unable to protect the dog. God he was a failure.

“Our plan didn’t go as expected. Akamaru’s aggression slowed after we ran him all day but not to the degree we wanted.”

Kiba was shattered. He couldn’t imagine how Akamaru felt about all of this without Kiba at his side. He whimpered.

His sister continued on in her detached, clinical voice. “When we moved to the next stage, yet another problem came to the fore. We mated him as we had discussed. He became very aggressive and actually attacked her after she refused to mate with him... for a fifth time in three hours.

“Five times” shouted the Hokage.

“Shit” muttered Kiba, both women ignored him and continued their discussion. He had to admit, some part of him was proud of Akamaru for the feat.

“If it was just sex I’d take him down to the closet whore-house but” Hana nodded as if it completed the rest of her sentence. Poor Akamura. Kiba gasped as he realized the only people go to whore houses.

Oh shit. This was bad, his sister the vet and the Hokage, one of the last three Sanine, esteemed medic and powerful ninja, were discussing sending him to a whore house. And Akamaru had tried for five times in three...

Kiba’s heart pounded with terror as the women continued the conversation. This was just wrong. Very very wrong.

“No one will touch him after the bar incident, I tried,” he heard the Hokage say.

Kiba’s thoughts came back to the incident and he blushed as he remembered literally swinging from the ceiling fan... as it spun out of control... and the flying... that had been awesome.

“I take it he has no girlfriend.”

Kiba blinked.

An undignified snort escaped his sister’s mouth adding an odor of tea to his senses.

He lifted his head to meet his sister’s eyes. The expression stamped on her face clearly said that she thought her brother was an idiot.

He tried to sink further into the chair praying the bamboo floor would swallow him whole. – It didn’t.

“He got dumped, again.”

Good god, Hana sounded as if she was spiting out something foul.

The Hokage’s voice rumbled. “Great we’re back to whores again.”

He shivered. His greatest fear had been realized. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself trying to ward off the inevitable.

“Please kill me” he quietly begged the Anbu. A mere grunt was the only reply from the man behind the jaguar mask.

“Did I give you permission to speak,” spoke the Hokage as she stared down the Anbu.

The Anbu bowed his head in submission.

Kiba’s reprieve was short lived as the two women again began discussing his condition.

The sedative had worn off so there was no mistaking the fact the Hokage and his sister were discussing sending him to a whore. He wanted to die; it wasn’t the topic that bothered but those two. Kiba wanted death and have it come now. The only thing worse he thought was if his mother was here.

“Plan B” he heard the Hokage state. “The scout I had sent out should have been here by now but like usual,” A loud rap interrupted the still very wrong conversation and Kiba thanked the unknown person.

He hung his head as the smell of energy and raw sex penetrated the room. No! Kiba silently screamed God he thought, it did get worse.

“You called Hokage” purred Kakashi.


A very tired Kakashi strolled toward the Hokage’s desk his attention distracted by the sight of Kiba in shackles, his head hung low. The shackles worried him more than the Anbu who stood just within reach of the slouching man. He started to give Tsunade a smart remark when the faded bruise on her face stopped him.

“Bad day?” he asked earning one of the Hokage’s infamous snarls.

“The little shit” was her only reply as she spat the words out directing their venom toward Kiba.

“Hokage-sama” he stated in a very respectful tone. He ran his hand through his hair yearning for a bath. Her glare pierced through the tiredness he felt, he sighed as his chance for a bath and sleep disappeared.

“It appears so does he” Kakashi nodded toward Kiba.

Kakashi frowned because he knew he was going to get fucked over by the Hokage and Kiba was her unwilling partner. God, I shouldn’t have sent her Jiraiya’s last book, he thought shoving his hands back into his pockets. But damn that front cover was an exact copy of the woman before him, albeit certain parts of her had been increased.

“How may I be of service” he bowed toward the angry woman. He watched her recline in her chair a mischievous smirk appearing on her lovely face.
As the Hokage briefed him Kakashi looked out the window willing his tiredness away. Fuck Kiba. Can’t you stay out of trouble? You’re as bad as Naruto, Kakashi thought.

“Kakashi!” yelled the Hokage. He looked at her hands clinching the papers in front of her while the vein in her right temple throbbed. God that woman had a temper. Swallowing his usual indifference he nodded toward Tsunade.

“Understand you will take care of this problem before returning. I’m sending Akamaru with you. He should be more stable but tranquilizers will be given to you just in case.”

“Understood.” again he nodded as he accepted the drugs from Kiba’s sister knowing full well if Akamaru decided to revolt there was no way in hell he was getting in the way.

“We’ll start out immediately,” he replied as he turned to face the dejected looking young man. Nodding to the Anbu, he approached the chair. Squatting in front of Kiba Kakashi lifted the hands for the Anbu to unlock. He watched the man’s eyes flutter open at his touch. The eyes were the most surprising part of Kiba’s face. They were dark brown emotioned filled, long lashes that most women would kill for set in a very masculine face.

Within seconds the shackles were off Kakashi watched in surprise as Kiba launched himself at him. The tackle was fast and severe pounding him into the floor causing him to gasp for breath. Kiba’s right hand grabbed his hair pulling him to him. The left grabbed at his mask as the young man slammed his mouth on Kakashi’s. Sound erupted around him as he could feel the Anbu pulling at Kiba’s body. The Hokage was yelling in the background but he hardly noticed. The taste of Kiba was hot demanding and seductive in its power.

The body above his began to shift rubbing against his own as Kiba tried to avoid the grasp of the Anbu. His body began to react to the sensation of the other’s erection rubbing against his own. The kiss deepened as Kiba’s tongue traced the inside of his mouth rubbing the warm tongue against his own. He couldn’t stop himself, as his tongue started to explore Kiba’s mouth.

“No,” he groaned and pulled himself way. Never again, he promised himself, he broke contact sending a shiver across Kiba’s body. Kakashi could feel Kiba’s left hand trying to get under his vest to touch him.

Kakashi captured his arm and forced it away from his body. Kiba’s groaned. Feeling like minutes more than seconds, the body on top of him relaxed as the sedative started to work.
Quickly, Kakashi sat up trying to avoid the women seeing his own reaction to Kiba rubbing against him. God, he needed to get laid, he thought, if only that was all it took. Kakashi could feel the Hokage’s hands as she check him over. This is not who he wants feeling him up. And because she was a medical nin, he knew that she knew that he’d been aroused.

“Damn” she muttered “you’re fine.

Kakashi arched a brow at her. She slapped him upside the head with a snarl.

Kakashi staggered as he got to his feet his attention on the man lying off to his side.

“Damn. Damn that little shit.” The Homage’s anger rattling the windows pushing everyone, even the Anbu back a step.

Kakashi found her mutterings amusing, especially since Kiba was over 6 feet and about 220 and far from little.

A sigh of resignation escaped from Tsunade as she plopped down into her chair. Her body sagged as her placed her head in her hands.


Kakashi smiled behind his mask. “How long until the sedative wears off,” he asked.

“Two hours.”

“That should give me plenty of time. Have Kiba brought out to the front gate, minus Akamaru.” Kakashi turned away from the women ignoring them both as they began to object.

He continued to smile as he walked toward the door
“Kakashi” his name stopped him “Do whatever is needed. And I do mean whatever.”

He paused, suddenly cold, then swallowed and raised a hand to indicate he’d heard. He’d definitely missed something.

The Hokage’s demand followed him out the door where Kakashi decided to wait for the Anbu. Within seconds the Jaguar Anbu was leaning on the wall besides him.

“What don’t I know?” asked Kakashi of the Anbu.

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“Didn’t you hear, your suppose to run him to the ground.”

Kakashi could hear the smirk in the voice, despite the mask. He clenched his fist as the urge to knock the jaguar mask off the man come over Kakashi. He held his tongue knowing that he didn’t have time to get in a pissing contest with the Anbu at this time. But later...

“Let’s pretend I wasn’t there.” His hands no longer in his pockets. He watched the hallway as he wanted for his former comrade to reply.

“They ran the mutt for half a day and when he came back he went after the female five times in three hours. Shit when she refused him the fifth time he almost killed her. Damn, talk about not taking no for an answer,” the man’s deep bass voiced rumbled down the hall.

Reality swept across Kakashi as he realized what the Hokage meant ‘by do whatever.’

“Fuck.” spat Kakashi as he leaned back his head.

“Yeh, I believe that is one term for it. Don’t worry Kakashi if anyone is suited for it, it’s you.” The jaguar brushed his hand against Kakashi’s flashed a hand-sign and was gone.

He didn’t even try a retort as he new the Anbu had already left. Hell, he was surprise the jaguar even gave him that much. Taking the note from his hand, he opened it surprised to find a name. Fuck, Fuck he repeated as he banged his head against the wall. God if only it was someone besides Kiba.

Thanks everyone. Laughing Hokage