Etched in Stone: The Shinobi Chronicles

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Warnings: This chapter contains major yaoi, or for all those who don’t know the meaning of this word male on male relations, more specifically sex. Yes, SEX! This chapter is full of lemony goodness so, if you are offended by this in anyway do not read. We repeat do NOT proceed. The last thing we want are flames from the ignorant people who decided to ignore this warning. Here’s a tip, this collection is rated “M” for “Mature” so be mature about this!

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Author’s Babble: Hello again. Hope this chapter makes up for the lack of adult rated goodness that the previous two chapters lacked. Please R&R! We absolutely adore hearding from you reader's out there!
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Sunglasses
Shino & Kiba

“Do you have to watch that right now?” he asked his companion as he entered the living room.

“Aw, c’mon,” Inuzuka Kiba said waving a clawed hand at the music video flashing on the television screen, “you can’t tell me the girls in these videos aren’t hot.” From his current position on the floor, Kiba had to tilt his head back to see his roommate, or “bug-boy” as he liked to call him.

Aburame Shino, now seventeen-years-old, rolled his eyes behind the ever present shades –even indoors- resting on the bridge of his nose.

“Don’t be like that,” Kiba said, as if he could hear Shino’s eyes rotate in their sockets. “I put up with all that rock and heavy metal shit you listen to.”

“Not without bitching.”

“Yeah, but I still suffer it, don’t I?” The Inuzuka replied with a wry smirk curling his lips. “The least you can do is deal with my rap videos and J-pop.”

“I know,” Shino said, stepping in behind his teammate and his faithful canine companion before settling down onto the couch. “But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

Kiba had to fully turn his head to see the other teen now. From the looks of the blackened hair hanging low about his ears, the few droplets of water still clinging to his angular, porcelain white face and his fresh lemony aroma Shino just got out of the shower. If he had been able to actually hear the shower running over the television this would have been obvious, but, Kiba concluded, sometimes a ninja needed to rely on his other senses. And besides, it gave him an excuse to stare at his reserved and slightly strange comrade. Kiba had known Shino for twelve years –five years as fellow Academy students, five as devoted teammates and two as roommates in the village apartment they shared- and in all that time he had yet to see the boy without those damn, if not sometimes annoying sunglasses on!

He was drawn from his thoughts when he felt long, gentle fingers entangle into his wild nest of chestnut hair and lightly massage his scalp with its tips. A small gasp of surprise escaped Kiba’s throat at the unexpected contact. His first instinct was to pull away, to growl and yell at Shino for touching him without permission, but the impulse was buried beneath a great surge of pleasure that toppled in on him. His dark eyes fluttered shut as a wave of delight washed over him, numbing his mind and easing the tension from his muscles. With his eyes closed Kiba completely missed the rare, small smile that crossed Shino’s thin lips.

The Aburame’s hands moved steadily across the shorter boy’s skull, threading through his wild mane easily and leaving the flesh tingling with pleasure in their wake. Kiba could feel himself melting into his teammate’s touch, his scalp practically screaming for more attention.

“W-What are you doing?” he managed to ask, his voice uncharacteristically soft and breathy. Shino was acting strange. Sure they were teammates and had developed a close friendship over the years, but bug-boy had never really touched him before. Not like this.

“I’m scratching you,” Shino replied levelly. “Why? Do you wish me to stop?”

“No!” Kiba said a little too quickly, his eyes snapping open in protest. He closed his eyes again, blood flooding his cheeks, as he collected himself. “I mean, no” Kiba said in a lower, calmer tone. He hadn’t realized it, being entranced by the slow ministrations of his friend’s fingers, but Shino had slid down off of the couch cushions so he was sitting directly behind the Inuzuka on the floorboards.

“Does it feel good?” Shino purred into Kiba’s ear causing a tiny shiver to creep up his spine. When had they gotten so close? Kiba tried to ponder this thought, but one of Shino’s talented hands abandoned his head and was now gently massaging his neck and shoulder, putting an end to any further contemplation.

“Very,” Kiba replied and although the Aburame couldn’t see his fellow Leaf’s face, something in his voice said he was smiling. Mixed emotions were coursing through his system, making concentrating on anything but these sensations, like watching T.V, completely out of the question. Kiba partially opened his eyes as if to confirm this suspicion and glanced at the television in front of him; the screen was a total blur.

Small kisses were now following in place of Shino’s hand, ghosting along his neck and shoulder. Kiba gasped again, startled by the change in contact. A little voice in the back of his clouded mind was yelling at him to get his ass out of there now, that this wasn’t right, but he abruptly stopped listening. The hand still threaded in his tuft of brown suddenly picked up the slack and Kiba’s body instinctively leaned into his touch for more, at the same time exposing the tanned flesh of his throat even further.

Seeing that the Inuzuka was entirely under his control, Shino released his light grip on the boy’s arm and allowed his hand to wander. With a target already in mind, the Aburame’s pale hand circled to his roommate’s front, hovering less than an inch above his t-shirt covered chest before drifting down his torso to its final destination: Kiba’s lap. There his long fingers curled around…

The remote control…

Shino raised the remote in his free hand and quickly changed the channel to his music station, while continuing to trail butterfly kisses up and down the Inuzuka’s neck and jaw before capturing the boy’s lips in real kiss. Kiba whimpered slightly.

For a long time now Shino had wondered how Kiba would react if he ever advanced on him and, naturally, he had run different scenarios of this very moment in his mind so that he would be prepared for any outcome. But even that didn’t help shield him from the slight twinge of rejection he felt in his chest. Slowly and regretfully the insect-keeper drew back. Removing his hand from Kiba’s hair, he got to his feet and retook to lounging on the couch behind him, his attention fixed on a Manson video playing on the T.V.

It took Kiba a few minutes for his mind to fully digest what had just happened and come down from his momentary high. He blinked several times, noticing first the sudden loss of warmth and then the television screen. “Hey!” The dog-lover exclaimed, spinning around and kneeling to his fullest height without getting to his feet. ‘At least it’s enough to block his stupid video’ Kiba thought as he glared down at his bug-boy roommate. It was only then that the Inuzuka realized the other seventeen-year-old was in nothing but a pair of weather-beaten black jeans.

“Yes?” Shino drawled, in a lazy tone that reminded him forcefully of Nara Shikamaru.

“You changed the channel!”

“So? I asked you earlier if you had to watch that station and you never gave me an answer.”

Kiba made a sound somewhere between a growl and a whimper. “So then what was all the touching... and stuff for, huh?” He narrowed his eyes at the other brunette, intensifying the impact of his glare.

“I saw an opportunity and I took it,” Shino replied simply.

“But.. But Shino!” Kiba whined; he didn’t like being toyed with.

Said Leaf arched a brow at his comrade’s sudden shift in behaviour. “Whining?” he questioned.

Kiba scowled. “I don’t appreciate being yanked around like somebody’s comfort doll,” he growled. “Especially after the whole Hinata incident, you know that! First her and now if you’re fucking wi-” But his sentence was suddenly cut short as a smooth pale hand cupped his face and drew him close, soft lips crushing against his, stunning him instantly. Taking a chance, Shino went a step further; pushing his tongue past Kiba’s slightly parted lips into the wet cavern of his teammate’s mouth, gently urging the other to play.

Kiba panted, feeling his train of thought slow to a stop and mist over as Shino drew back, a small smirk curling his lips. What thought charged across the Inuzuka’s brain next was one that had been edging to make itself known from the instant Shino’s nimble fingers graced his scalp. With his guard down this normally heavily suppressed voice in his head wormed its way up from the depths of his subconscious and finally broke the surface of the Leaf’s strictly conservative mind.

“Akamaru out!” Kiba commanded suddenly as he grabbed his teammate by the shoulders and pulled him close, their mouths locking roughly in a heated kiss. Isn’t it amazing what a little tongue can accomplish under the right circumstances?

Akamaru yawned lazily and slowly rose to his paws from his resting place at Kiba’s feet. All it took was a single glance in the two boys’ direction to encourage the canine not to dawdle. A heated night’s activity was underway and he sure as Hell wasn’t going to be a witness to the Inuzuka heir’s deflowering.

‘You’re on your own pal,’ Akamaru thought as he trotted into his master’s bedroom, closing the door behind him with a nudge from his hind leg. Leaping onto the bed, the young white beast curled up into a ball in the center of the mattress.

A loud thump resounded through the two bedroom apartment making the dog stir from his comfortable place on the bed. Kiba must have successfully dragged the Aburame off of the couch in his excitement. ‘Humans,’ Akamaru thought, rolling his eyes before lowering his head and drifting off to sleep.

Out in the living room the canine-like shinobi sat idly on Shino’s abdomen, bending low to continue hungrily ravishing the other’s mouth. A series of clicks sounded in the back of the teen’s mind, but they mainly went unnoticed. He was far too busy nipping, sucking and teasing his paler teammate’s mouth to give it much thought.

Lifting his head, Kiba smirked down at Shino’s current state; chest heaving, lips parted and swollen as he gasped for breath. A thin sheen of sweat coated his forehead and with the Inuzuka’s hands tangled in his hair Shino’s head was firmly pinned to the floor. It was a nice image, Kiba had to admit. The only thing ruining it were those fucking ever present glasses!

With a low growl of frustration, Kiba removed one of his hands from his captive’s hair and made to grab the black tinted lenses and see Shino’s face as a whole once and for all. He was mere inches from his goal when a pale hand closed tightly around his wrist.

“Don’t,” Shino said.

“Why not?” Kiba asked, furrowing his brow and glaring into the porcelain face beneath him.

“Just don’t, please.”

“No, you give me one damn good reason why I shouldn’t rip those fucking glasses off your face and crush them into tiny little pieces!”

“Kiba…” He didn’t want to. Just the proposal of shedding his protective shades brought about memories of rejection and torment from his childhood, all of which were particularly painful topics for Shino to discuss with anyone. Sure it wouldn’t damage him now, his reputation as a prominent shinobi of Konoha was widely known, but his past experiences were damaging enough to leave an impression, a wound. And some wounds never heal…

“Don’t ‘Kiba’ me!” The Inuzuka snapped. “Whatever you’re hiding I don’t give a rat’s ass! You could have spiders for eyes for all I care and sure it would be a little creepy, but that wouldn’t change who you are. It would explain a lot about you and you’d still be sort-of weird and-…” The brunette’s ramblings were cut short once more as Shino tugged him down and kissed him. “… And would you stop doing that!” Kiba exclaimed, but the smirk never left his face.

Shino stared up at the other teen’s tanned and scarlet painted face for a moment before sighing. “Go ahead Kiba,” he said as he released the boy’s wrist.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Shino replied, “I couldn’t stop you, even if I tried.”

Kiba grinned; his jagged canine’s glinting mischievously in the dim glow of the television. Releasing his grip in Shino’s hair, the teen reached and gripped the arms of the sunglasses between his thumb and index fingers. Licking his lips, Kiba’s hold on the glasses tightened in excitement. “You don’t really have spiders for eyes do you? ‘Cause that would sort-of ruin the moment.”

“No, Kiba,” Shino replied exasperatedly. “And you’re doing a good enough job spoiling the mood on your own.” Kiba felt himself pout at this statement as he hurriedly removed the offensive eye wear.

“Open your eyes, Shino” he said as he stared down at the smooth lily-white pallid of the bug-boy’s eyelids.

“It’s going to be bright,” the insect-lover interjected stubbornly.

“Now who’s ruining the mood,” Kiba retaliated, his irritation evident in his tone. “Quit stalling; all the lights are off.”

Shino sighed inwardly, his resolve crumbling, before slowly unveiling his eyes to the Inuzuka. “Happy?” he said, disgruntled, as he tried to avoid the dog-lover’s gaze.

“Very,” Kiba said smugly as his gaze was entranced by the bright, amber gems below. “What’s so scary ‘bout golden eyes anyway?”

“Just drop it already,” Shino replied tersely, still slightly anxious that Kiba would turn around and reject him… like so many others before him. There weren’t many things Aburame Shino feared, but the sting of rejection sent tremors of terror crawling beneath his flesh. Suddenly, a pair of warm lips on his collarbone and the hot, wet trail of a tongue along his jugular brought the teenager forcefully back from la-la-land.

Shino smiled. Then again, one couldn’t possibly categorize Kiba with all those other people; it was an insult to his character.

Lightly tugging the brunette’s locks Shino drew the other boy in close for another heady kiss, tipping him sideways and unsteadying his balance. Rolling over, the Aburame’s hand snaked beneath his teammate’s shirt and removed it in one quick, precise movement.

Kiba hissed sharply as Shino’s hand glided against the warm muscle of his torso with deliberate slowness, those glittering gems surveying him with silent triumph. “Shino,” the brunette whined. He wanted him to move faster, to stop teasing and get straight to the point, but the pale hand in his hair began to gently massage his scalp once more and all Kiba’s thoughts seemed to melt away.

Their eager mouths met in a kiss, giving the Inuzuka the perfect opportunity to slowly guide the tip of his tongue over the other’s thin lips before dipping it into the hot wet cavern beyond. The embrace was fierce and passionate, each side fighting for dominance over the other as their tongues continued their heated dance of caressing, flicking and massaging.

A gasp of surprise and ecstasy escape the Inuzuka as Shino’s attentions were drawn south, his talented mouth latching onto one of his nipples, erect in the cool temperature of the room, the other pinched between his fingers. Kiba couldn’t keep his fingers from running through the teen’s hair as his teeth were thrown into the mix of lips, tongue and breath. Slowly, deliberately the amber-eyed shinobi drew back, pulling on the small pebble of flesh simply to revel in the melody of gasping and soft moans Kiba was emitting.

Kiba was a little confused. Now isn’t that the biggest understatement of the year? A literal plethora of emotions was swirling within him, completely destroying any concept or value the young Inuzuka had thought true of the world. The sky was green; grass was blue; Sasuke loved Sakura; nothing made sense any more!

Only three facts were able to escape his emotional deconstruction, and these alone seemed to apply most to his current position:

1. It was getting much too hot. (He felt like he was being boiled alive in his skin)

2. Shino was way too good with his mouth. (Where the HELL did he learn to do that!)

3. And clothes were quickly become very overrated. (Boxers? Who needs ‘em! He liked a breeze around his nether regions!)

Kiba ground his hips upwards, his pelvis sliding suggestively, achingly up against Shino’s equally wanting body. A heady moan escaped the Aburame as their arousals made contact, sending heat flooding his lower body. Releasing his hold on Kiba’s nipple, he leaned his sweaty forehead against the brunette’s chest as said shinobi, in his hurry, fumbled with the button of Shino’s pants.

“Horny bastard,” Shino chuckled in a low husky voice that made the hairs on the back of the young dog-lover’s neck stand on end.

“Asshole,” Kiba ground out, still struggling with the task of removing his teammate of those useless articles of clothing called pants.

“Pup.”

“Cockroach.”

As their mouths locked in another heated battle of the lips, any insults left on their tongues died in the crossfire.

“Clothes.. off.. Now!” Kiba grunted, finally reaching the ends of his patience, with Shino’s temperamental clothing and this annoying, frustrating and simply irresistible war of foreplay they were waging on one another.

Shino complied, silently grateful for his teammate’s permission to take this “game” a step further. Sitting up, the paler boy busied himself the task of unbuttoning the treacherous pants, while Kiba quickly relieved himself of his own, unconsciously licking his swollen lips in anticipation.

“No underwear?” Kiba asked as he stared up at the immaculate, very stimulated and very naked body hovering over him.

“I had an agenda,” Shino said huskily, bowing his head to begin nipping and licking at the brunette’s glistening throat. His hands roamed free, ghosting over the defined muscle of Kiba’s chest and abdomen. Their journey led them past the brunette’s navel and as Shino’s fingertips lightly brushed his hips Kiba reacted accordingly, bucking sharply which brought a lustful moan from both boys’ mouths.

“How much more aroused do you need me to be?” Kiba asked in rather an annoyed tone, his dark eyes flicking from Shino’s face, to both of their exposed erections then back to Shino’s handsome amber orbs again.

“When you’re moaning my name before I even begin,” Shino replied deeply, “that’s when I’ll take you.” Another gasp penetrated the heated silence between them as the Aburame bit down on the delectable perk nipple below him, forcing Kiba to arch his spine into the movement.

The reign of dominance switched again as, growing in his steadily rising sexual frustration, Kiba shoved the paler shinobi off of his torso and mounted his hips with the same momentum. He crushed their lips together in a sudden rush of carnal instinct, at the same time roughly grinding their hips together to the sound of each other’s pleasure filled moans.

“You’re teasing too much,” Kiba grunted, reaching down and wrapping his clawed fingers around Shino’s erection. He stared down at his teammate, imprinting every twitch, every ecstasy induced contortion of his naturally passive expression into his memory as he slowly began to pump him.

Incapable of biting it back a moment longer, a loud moan escaped the insect user’s swollen lips. Blindly, he searched for Kiba’s own forgotten member and took it into both his hands. Speeding up the rhythm, Shino was inwardly overjoyed to feel a flurry of hot little pleasure tremors ripple though his body as Kiba mirrored his pace.

He was close to the sexual finish line now; he could feel the vortex of heat and exhilaration collecting in his lower body. If he peaked now there wouldn’t be an encore performance; all of his energy would be sucked dry. Shino couldn’t let that happen, not until he had explored every venue, all of his options. If this was only a one time deal with Kiba than Shino was going to finish it having experienced all of the possibilities.

Again, their positions switched as Shino seized control once more. With a hand on his chest, he forced Kiba up and back against the couch front.

“Shino, wha?” Kiba panted, completely at a loss for what his fellow shinobi was about to do. But all thoughts and complaints were silenced as a familiar pair of reddened lips pressing against his own. A pale hand ghosted down his side, splaying upon his hip as the fiery kisses were trailed along his jaw and down his neck. Shino paused to nip at the dog-boy’s collarbone leaving an angry red mark in his wake. At least Kiba was officially his now, if only for a little while.

Continuing his decent the Aburame nipped, kissed and licked his way down his teammate’s torso, stopping only once he reached his hips. Shino's hands ran flat along the insides of Kiba's thighs, gently and almost lovingly urging them apart.

Kiba could all but moan as intimate images of what Shino was capable of with that remarkably talented mouth of his flashed before his vision. Fisting his hands convulsively into the other boy’s crown of mocha hair, Kiba urged him onwards. His body’s want, its need far too evident to ignore a moment longer.

Shino complied eagerly; moving his hands to hold Kiba’s hips as he experimentally licked the head of the Inuzuka’s swollen member. He could taste the precum that had collected there and shivered slightly at the spicy flavour it possessed. Kiba shuddered pleasantly at the contact and tried to buck his hips upwards to gain more of the delicious sensation.

All too easily the insect-keeper yielded to the teen’s will, dragging his tongue slowly up the underside of the Inuzuka’s shaft, causing Kiba to emit a deep moan that turned into a slight whimper as Shino continued to tease him ruthlessly.

"Shino!" he half moaned, half whined, tugging sharply on the other’s hair in annoyance. His teammate smirked, but reluctantly stopped his torment and finally brought the tip of Kiba’s head within his lips. Kiba groaned loudly and watched as Shino slowly took him whole into his mouth. Just the sight was exciting enough to make him explode right on the spot.

As if he were blessed with a sixth sense for this sort-of stuff, Shino brought a hand up to curl tightly around the base of Kiba’s member. He wanted this to last longer then just a few moments, he needed this to last much longer…

"Sh... Shino" Kiba panted trying once more to buck his hips deeper into the scalding cavern of Shino’s mouth. He was only half successful in doing so since the brunette still had a hand planted firmly on his hip.

The Aburame explored the firm flesh in his mouth with his tongue, broadly licking the underside and teasing the sides and head with the tip of it. He was taking Kiba in deeply, adding further pressure to the boy’s cock with his teeth as he moved up and down the shaft.

Kiba gasped. Fuck, Shino was a genius at this; a regular sex-god made of flesh and blood. Two of his fellow’s fingers slipped into his open mouth and Kiba’s lips eagerly clamped down around them, sucking and lavishing the digits with his tongue. But the fingers vanished as quickly as they came, leaving the poor brunette momentarily curious as to their whereabouts when two wet fingers rubbed against his entrance, banishing any further thought like it had so many times this night. The Leaf-nin writhed beneath Shino’s touch, eyes squeezed shut and cheeks flushed bright red as his fingers disappeared into Kiba’s puckered opening. Rhythmically the insect-lover’s fingers pumped in and out of his teammate, matching the momentum of his mouth on the boy’s straining erection.

Shino’s cock ached with desire; the need to fuck Kiba stupid was becoming increasingly too difficult to ignore. At last, his wish was granted when the Inuzuka rasped “Shino… more!” He didn’t need to be asked twice. Releasing his hold and sitting up onto his knees, simultaneously extracting his fingers, Shino swiftly position himself between Kiba’s legs.

“Ready?” Shino asked, his own hand encircling his length and placing the head against the brunette’s tight entrance.

Kiba nodded, wincing only slightly as Shino began to push forward. ‘Relax’ he willed himself, mentally stilling his nerves and anxieties. “Move already,” The brunette said impatiently when the bug-boy failed to proceed, rocking his hips back.

And, like a good little shinobi, Shino obeyed. But unlike commands he had received earlier in his career, the Aburame had no qualms about what he was being ordered to do; one could say he reveled in the opportunity to really stick it to the brash and impatient brunette, or rather stick it in him as the situation called.

The chorus of life, as wild and frantic as the hearts beating painfully in their chests and as soft and allured as the heavy breaths straining their lungs; this was the melody Shino worked to, thrusting his hips forward in mirrored time. He sang along with the lyrics, gasping, moaning and sighing in unison with the boy beneath him, keeping the song of creation alive.

They were burning, veins infused with liquid fire, every muscle bathed in a scorching heat that they wanted to cry out in agony. But their pleasure quieted their voices, restricting them to only guttural moans and sounds thickly drenched in ecstasy.

Shino pushed the tempo, sweat rolling freely down his face as he thrust faster and deeper into his comrade, a hand each gripping the brunette’s jutted hip and the underside of his opposing thigh. All the while the Aburame’s amber gems were glued to Kiba’s face, sweat trickling down the sides of his cheeks as his overwhelming pleasure and pain fought for dominance over his expression.

“Shino I-..” Kiba ground out through gritted teeth, but the rest of his words were carried off by a long moan as it escaped his throat. Climax struck the Inuzuka not even a heartbeat after, causing the tanned body to writhe beneath his teammate as he released, spilling his hot seed onto the paler boy’s lower torso. Shino’s completion followed quickly after with a wild spasm of his abdominal muscles and a final involuntary thrust forwards, uttering Kiba’s name in a long needy moan.

The two comrades went limp; their body’s slumping against each other as their strength waned and exhaustion settled into their muscles. Never, not after A-Rank missions, not after intense sparing matches or training with Kurenai-sensei had the two Leaf ever felt so fatigued, so numb…

“Okay, you can get off me now” Kiba muttered once his breath and pulse had returned to a reasonable pace. However, Shino only partially complied this time. Adjusting his hips, the bug user pulled his length out of his friend, but didn’t “get off him” as the Inuzuka had instructed. Instead, he hooked his arms around the brunette’s neck, leaning forward slowly to press their mouths together again in a gentle kiss. Kiba smiled into his teammate’s lips, willingly responding to the paler teen’s kiss.

“You know what this means, don’t ‘cha?” Kiba asked, breaking the kiss momentarily to look into the other boy’s recently revealed amber coloured orbs.

“What?”

“You have to wear your glasses around the house.”

“Oh?” Shino arched a well defined brow at his roommate, gazing down into the shinobi’s dark eyes with mild curiosity. “And why is that?”

“Well,” Kiba grinned, his razor sharp canines glinting in the glow form the television, “you have the sexiest eyes I’ve ever seen. So, unless you want me jumping you at random times during the day and fucking you senseless, I advise you wear them.”

Shino kissed him in response, a small smile curling his thin lips. He reached behind the Inuzuka’s head and, grabbing on of the couch pillows, pulled it onto the floor. “I’ll keep that in mind,” the Aburame replied, “the fucking me senseless part, I mean.” Yawning slightly, Shino lowered himself onto the floor, his head cradled in the heart of the couch pillow.

Kiba joined him quickly, snuggling against Shino’s chiseled torso for warmth and as an excuse to remain so close to him. He knew they couldn’t stay like this for long; the need for a shower was far too great to ignore. But for now, while they rested, it was fine… picture perfect… If only all arguments could end this way.

Owari

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