The Beast and the Dog

Part I - Best Things Are Ruff
Chapter Two: “And Life Should Be So Difficult”


Akamaru lay on the stone floor to the side as the MED nin did his job, Kiba wasn’t overly thrilled with the healing; one he didn’t know these people and two Sakura was better at it. He bit his bottom lip to keep from whimpering, the feel of muscle and tissue mending it’s self back together was never an overly pleasant thing, with out Sakura’s expertise it was like nails on a chalk board. The man stopped and nodded seemingly pleased with his work, Kiba was less than enthused he could still feel it wasn’t fully done.

“That should do it,” the man paused. “Be sure not to do anything to strenuous, it’s not fully healed.”

No fuckin’ kidding, he thought darkly.

“Lil bro already sent word to Konoha that you’ll be arriving late.”

Kiba sighed, “damn. I had a hot date lined up too.”

Kankuro snorted and pushed off the wall with ease, “with who you horny bastard?”

“A gentleman never kisses and tells.” Kiba replied with a smirk showing off a little fang.

“Good thing there isn’t one of those in here,” came the smooth retort and the two busted into hardy laughter.

“I totally was gonna get in bed with TenTen.”

“You’re shittin’ me.”

“Hell no! She had something really good planned too.”

“The hell do you know she’s still available?”

“I saw her when I was still under cover at a bar. We acted like we were just meeting, shit like that.” Kiba said pulling his black tank up over his head and sliding it down over taunt muscles.

“I don’t know how you do it.”

“I have a certain charm I guess,” Kiba answered with a crooked shit eating grin.

“Can you at least go get drunk with me?”

“He can not. It would slow the healing process.” The medic chipped in.

Kiba and Kankuro rolled their eyes, “a few drinks then to loosen the tension a bit.”

The medic wasn’t able to tell them no on that as well. The two quickly vacated and shut the door behind them laughing like crazy. Akamaru sighed, and followed his master feeling very put upon because by the end of the night he was going to have to pack the man back to the room.
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Gaara walked into his office and frowned at the large stack of paperwork on his desk that needed to be riffled through. He grumbled, wondering what the hell Temari did while he was away on missions. With a sigh he dropped his gourd by the door and made his way to the other side of his desk. Immediately sand rose to form a chair for him to comfortably sit in, in the beginning he had sat in the issued chair but after having back problems he had started to do this. It also gave Shukaku something to focus on and keep him busy.

It had been five years since Akatsuki had come in and invaded his territory only to capture him. He had nearly died, lost everything, but Naruto and his small band of friends had come to save him in the nick of time. Chyo had still given what was left of her life force to put Shukaku fully back into him, and he had given her the respect she had deserved. If not for the old woman, Sakura would have died as well, in the end the woman had been a true nin and had given her life for the next generation to continue on in her stead.

Picking up a pen he started in on the paper work that shouldn’t have been there as Temari should have already done it. What a slacker, sometimes it felt like he was the only damn one in the family that did anything. He went on missions, did his Kazekage work without complaint, protected the village with his immense chakra reserve, and had devised a way to get revenue back into the starving economy. Really didn’t he ever get to just have a day off?

Gaara sighed, counted to ten, and put the pen back down on paper only to have it go sliding across the paper when his door slammed open unexpectedly. Growling low in his throat at the mess before him he looked up to glare at his brother.

“Oy, Gaara stop being a stick in the mud and come out with me tonight.” Kankurou announced and plopped down on the plushy couch on the right of the room.

Gaara sent his brother a writhing glare about to retort ‘fuck no’ when Kiba entered the room cutting his train of thought off. Immediately his eyes slid over to the muscular form of the man, now having changed from his ANBU outfit to something far more relaxed. Dark forest green tank top and a pair of brown pants, that more than likely belonged to his brother’s wardrobe, his brunette hair as messy as ever. Beside him Akamaru winced and took a step back bowing his head and tucking his tail.

Gaara’s lips thinned, good boy dog its best to respect your elders he thought or maybe that was Shukaku he couldn’t really tell half the time. Reigning in his anger and irritation he put the pen down carefully on top the desk and sat back rigidly. Turning his indifferent look back on his brother he stared at him coolly.

“I do not intend to participate in you frivolous and childish behavior while getting shit faced,” Gaara replied smoothly, he still would have much rather said fuck no, but he had guests.

“Ah jeeze, have a little fun once in a while. All work and no play makes for a very dull-”

“No,” he cut him off and went back to his paper work with a grumble.

“Phfft, figures I try to help you out and you tell me no.” Kankurou grouched as if he was the one put upon.
“I don’t mean to uh butt into family matters, but drinking on occasion isn’t so bad.” Kiba announced.

When jade eyes focused on him he looked away not really willing to meet that gaze head on at the moment. He could barely focus with the man’s scent covering the whole room blanketing him with a strong need to just waltz right over to the guy and tear off a few clothes. It was crazy how his body and mind worked against him when it came to this particular guy, and he wasn’t even gay. At least he hadn’t thought he was, but Gaara was still the only guy he found attractive.

He felt Shukaku’s scent and power fluctuate snapping his attention back to the man at the desk only to regret it when his eyes came into contact with a weighing pair. Shukaku wasn’t there anymore, which made him wonder if Gaara had done that on purpose. Which lead to other questions he didn’t really think would be mentally healthy to consider at that moment.

Gaara stared at the dog nin for a moment longer, just long enough to make the man fidget and have his scent change and then he looked back at his brother. Gaara wasn’t an idiot, he wasn’t emotionless either, so he understood that Kiba found him interesting. He wouldn’t lie to himself, he found the Inuzuka attractive as well but he also knew the man’s reputation and not one man was in that long list the other had. Gaara was not into being a random experiment into the world of the homosexual, he had better things to do and people for that matter.

“Get out of my office, before I decide that you might be more useful to me as a training partner.” He threatened.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Try me then,” he returned flatly.

They had a staring contest before Kankurou deemed it not worth the chance and stood up, “Come on Kiba Gaara’s in a bad mood.”

Before he could stop himself the words came out of his mouth, “glad you can tell the difference he always looks the same to me.”

“Really,” Gaara said from the other side of the room and stood up.

Akamaru whined, not that Kiba needed him to say anything, he could smell it too. Kankurou took a step to the side and slipped behind him.

“Sorry man, I kinda like my body arranged the way it is.”

“Pussy,” Kiba grumbled but he too wasn‘t feeling all that brave.

Gaara carefully walked around his desk and towards the other man, his hands clasped behind his back his face carefully blank. The closer he got , the more he could smell the man, and really Kiba smelt pretty damn good. Not stopping he lifted his hand and pressed it against the guy’s chest making him take one step after another out of the room, Kankurou behind him doing the same. Once the man was right outside the door Gaara stepped back enough to grab the door.

“Don’t bother me with trivial things again,” with that he slammed the door in Kiba’s face and smirked when he could physically feel the three relax on the other side of the door.

Really, sometimes the way people always thought he was on the edge of doing something crazy was funny. Turning he walked back to his desk and he felt his sour mood wash over him again. Staring at the paper work, he growled once more and Shukaku let him know just how displeased he was at the whole thing. That was it, he was going to get a page to tell Temari she could do the paper work.

Turning back to the door again he grabbed his gourd snapped it back on and ripped his door open once more making three individuals jump and turn to stare at him in surprise. Gaara ignored them momentarily and saw Matsuri down the hall.

“Matsuri!” He called out.

“Yes Gaara-sama?”

“Get Temari in my office and tell her to finish her damn job.”

“Of course Gaara-sama right away.” The woman replied and went on her way to look for the woman in question.

The redhead turned back to the other three, who were still frozen in place, but now with raised eyebrows.

“I need to stop at my place first. I can’t very well go out on the town wearing all this.” he replied and walked past them not waiting for them to follow.

Kiba, Kankurou and Akamaru shared a look before following the man. They weren’t sure how this was going to go, but it was probably best to just wing it as it seemed Gaara was going to do.

~TBC~

End Note: Alright, so this is becoming this huge freakin' story that is evolving to kill me. Anywho... I devided it into Parts. So far there is like Three Parts. Right now we are in Part I, which is operating as a pwp really, but rest asured this is a get together fic. Thank you to TheIceMan, Dorkchic, ShikaChouFan4Life for your reviews. I hope this lives up to your expectations. And yes, I know Gaara seems OOC but they are like 24-25 now and so life has made them a bit more different. PLus... well Shukaku plays a large part of it too. You'll understand when the time comes. XDD Love to all.
~ZIMM