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Spanking - Kiba/Shika
In response to blairwitch...I am now gonna be running this as a series of BDSM/fetish fics with different pairings. I had another Sasu/Naru lined up to post for this (which I still might do...we'll see what you think) but for now I'll concentrate on the main thingy. I changed the title too. It fits better, ne? Obv...
Anyone who's checked out my profile and other stories will know EXACTLY who is gonna feature in this one. How the hell can I not?!
It is, of course, the notorious...Kiba/Shika pairing. Don't even question it's pwnage. I think it may be starting to be the reason I breathe...yes, I am a douchebag.
ON WITH THE FIC! YAOI AHOY MATEYS!!
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*Whack*
"Mmm..."
"Is that all you have to say?"
*Whack*
"Uhh...m-more..."
"What's that?"
"More!"
Kiba leaned down, his lips hovering over Shikamaru's ear as he lay bent over the dog-nin's knee, in, admittedly, the most humiliating position he'd ever been in.
"What's the magic word...?" he whispered, his voice completely contradicting his previous actions. Shikamaru whimpered as he felt the smooth side of the paddle stroke calmingly over his stinging skin. He breathed out a sigh, attempting to compose himself a little.
Kiba, of course, wasn't going to let that happen.
"I said," he interjected with a soft tap on the reddened flesh, drawing a strangled gasp from his victim, "what's the magic word?" he breathed, flicking a tongue out to lick quickly over the shell of his ear. He doubted Shikamaru would even notice in his trembling state, but he liked his ears for some reason...
"Owner..." the other boy hushed, breathing shallow.
"Yes?"
"More, please..."
"That's more fucking like it..." Kiba declared proudly, swinging the paddle down with enough force to shatter glass, dragging it roughly over Shikamaru's exposed behind. He cried out, eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking out slightly from the corners, and a thin trail of saliva running down his chin, mixed with a trace of blood from Kiba's demanding kisses.
"There's a good boy..." Kiba sighed, running his free hand down Shikamaru's bare back, tracing the lines sculpted from lean muscle with a rarely shown gentleness.
The paddle was discarded, thrown to some desolate corner of the room, and a cool, controlling hand was brought down instead, slapping sharply before running over the skin to soothe him.
Shikamaru was on sensory overload, the pain and sensitivity of his abused backside was all beginning to get too intense. Paired with Kiba's sudden displays of mercy and tenderness, this only brought him closer to the infinite climax.
"Do you like it when I do this?" Kiba asked huskily, stroking his hand down further to reach between Shikamaru's legs, two fingers idly caressing his balls. The Nara groaned, spreading his legs apart a little more to allow more conact. The pressure was deffinitely building. Kiba chuckled lightly, withdrawing his hand in a flash, and bringing his palm down again.
"Answer with words," he commended, grinning menacingly down at the panting boy in his lap.
"Y-yes, owner...I like it..." he rasped, straining his neck to breathe properly through the variation of touches. Kiba smirked, trailing a finger back down to rub softly at his perineum, tickling slightly with a sharpened nail. Shikamaru whined and writhed, rubbing his neglected length over Kiba's leg desperately. Kiba laughed sharply and promptly stood up, letting Shikamaru tumble to the floor, landing on his own arms which were bound securely behind his back.
He flew down, straddling the other's waist, making sure not to touch his despairing erection and leaning over, clutching Shikamaru's throat tightly in his hand, yanking his head up from the floor.
"You know you're not allowed to do that..." Kiba said throatily, a dangerous warning tone in his voice. Shikamaru whimpered, gazing up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, panting harshly and biting his lip a little. "But I'll take pity on you..." he murmured, barely masking his own desperation as he swooped down, capturing Shikamaru's poting lips in a needy kiss, forcing his way inside and taking over once again. The hand not preoccupied with holding Shikamaru's head in place reached down and began caressing the weeping cock, stroking with almost timid motions.
It took the last drop if Shikamaru's will power not to cry out in relief at the much needed attention, settling simply for an appreciative sigh and allowed Kiba to continue his oral domination. The other boy was still fully clothed. He always was right until the end, even then sometimes he only unzipped his pants.
"I'm not sure whether you deserve it..." Kiba taunted, lips brushing Shikamaru's faintly as he spoke, twisting his hand abruptly on his cock, earning a sharp hiss straight from Shikamaru's throat. He snickered. "Whatever...I know you'll pay me back next time. Won't you?" he asked darkly, squeezing hashly at the base, daring Shikamaru to answer otherwise. The Nara gasped for breath, his lungs burning with shallow intake and lack of oxygen, and nodded quickly.
Kiba only laughed loudly as he stroked a few more times and Shikamaru came with an echoing groan, arching his back off the floor and tensing every muscle in his body.
Kiba reached around untieing Shikamaru's wrist binds, kissing his bottom lip softly, and stood, walking towards the door.
"I expect you in my room tomorrow night after midnight. You know the consequences if you don't show..." were all he said before letting himself out into the rest of the Nara household, leaving a weak, trembling, thoroughly messy Shikamaru panting on his bedroom floor.
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I think I have a thing for spanking...and bondage...
Damn I'm kinky...
What you think?
xxx
Anyone who's checked out my profile and other stories will know EXACTLY who is gonna feature in this one. How the hell can I not?!
It is, of course, the notorious...Kiba/Shika pairing. Don't even question it's pwnage. I think it may be starting to be the reason I breathe...yes, I am a douchebag.
ON WITH THE FIC! YAOI AHOY MATEYS!!
---------------
*Whack*
"Mmm..."
"Is that all you have to say?"
*Whack*
"Uhh...m-more..."
"What's that?"
"More!"
Kiba leaned down, his lips hovering over Shikamaru's ear as he lay bent over the dog-nin's knee, in, admittedly, the most humiliating position he'd ever been in.
"What's the magic word...?" he whispered, his voice completely contradicting his previous actions. Shikamaru whimpered as he felt the smooth side of the paddle stroke calmingly over his stinging skin. He breathed out a sigh, attempting to compose himself a little.
Kiba, of course, wasn't going to let that happen.
"I said," he interjected with a soft tap on the reddened flesh, drawing a strangled gasp from his victim, "what's the magic word?" he breathed, flicking a tongue out to lick quickly over the shell of his ear. He doubted Shikamaru would even notice in his trembling state, but he liked his ears for some reason...
"Owner..." the other boy hushed, breathing shallow.
"Yes?"
"More, please..."
"That's more fucking like it..." Kiba declared proudly, swinging the paddle down with enough force to shatter glass, dragging it roughly over Shikamaru's exposed behind. He cried out, eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking out slightly from the corners, and a thin trail of saliva running down his chin, mixed with a trace of blood from Kiba's demanding kisses.
"There's a good boy..." Kiba sighed, running his free hand down Shikamaru's bare back, tracing the lines sculpted from lean muscle with a rarely shown gentleness.
The paddle was discarded, thrown to some desolate corner of the room, and a cool, controlling hand was brought down instead, slapping sharply before running over the skin to soothe him.
Shikamaru was on sensory overload, the pain and sensitivity of his abused backside was all beginning to get too intense. Paired with Kiba's sudden displays of mercy and tenderness, this only brought him closer to the infinite climax.
"Do you like it when I do this?" Kiba asked huskily, stroking his hand down further to reach between Shikamaru's legs, two fingers idly caressing his balls. The Nara groaned, spreading his legs apart a little more to allow more conact. The pressure was deffinitely building. Kiba chuckled lightly, withdrawing his hand in a flash, and bringing his palm down again.
"Answer with words," he commended, grinning menacingly down at the panting boy in his lap.
"Y-yes, owner...I like it..." he rasped, straining his neck to breathe properly through the variation of touches. Kiba smirked, trailing a finger back down to rub softly at his perineum, tickling slightly with a sharpened nail. Shikamaru whined and writhed, rubbing his neglected length over Kiba's leg desperately. Kiba laughed sharply and promptly stood up, letting Shikamaru tumble to the floor, landing on his own arms which were bound securely behind his back.
He flew down, straddling the other's waist, making sure not to touch his despairing erection and leaning over, clutching Shikamaru's throat tightly in his hand, yanking his head up from the floor.
"You know you're not allowed to do that..." Kiba said throatily, a dangerous warning tone in his voice. Shikamaru whimpered, gazing up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, panting harshly and biting his lip a little. "But I'll take pity on you..." he murmured, barely masking his own desperation as he swooped down, capturing Shikamaru's poting lips in a needy kiss, forcing his way inside and taking over once again. The hand not preoccupied with holding Shikamaru's head in place reached down and began caressing the weeping cock, stroking with almost timid motions.
It took the last drop if Shikamaru's will power not to cry out in relief at the much needed attention, settling simply for an appreciative sigh and allowed Kiba to continue his oral domination. The other boy was still fully clothed. He always was right until the end, even then sometimes he only unzipped his pants.
"I'm not sure whether you deserve it..." Kiba taunted, lips brushing Shikamaru's faintly as he spoke, twisting his hand abruptly on his cock, earning a sharp hiss straight from Shikamaru's throat. He snickered. "Whatever...I know you'll pay me back next time. Won't you?" he asked darkly, squeezing hashly at the base, daring Shikamaru to answer otherwise. The Nara gasped for breath, his lungs burning with shallow intake and lack of oxygen, and nodded quickly.
Kiba only laughed loudly as he stroked a few more times and Shikamaru came with an echoing groan, arching his back off the floor and tensing every muscle in his body.
Kiba reached around untieing Shikamaru's wrist binds, kissing his bottom lip softly, and stood, walking towards the door.
"I expect you in my room tomorrow night after midnight. You know the consequences if you don't show..." were all he said before letting himself out into the rest of the Nara household, leaving a weak, trembling, thoroughly messy Shikamaru panting on his bedroom floor.
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I think I have a thing for spanking...and bondage...
Damn I'm kinky...
What you think?
xxx