The Nara Oath

VERY IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ FOLLOWING NOTE!!

AN: Alrighty... some important notes. Firstly, I did some light reading on dogs' senses and came up with a few interesting facts. First is the obvious, a dog's olfactory muscles are it's most important sense. It's second is it's hearing, which they can hear up to 25 meters whereas a human can only hear up to 5. Another, a dog's sense of touch is also incredibly sensitive. Lastly, their tastebuds are very basic and they rely mostly on their noses to tell them if what they are eating is good or bad. Keep that in mind when you reach the end of the fic...

Secondly, I like Hana (Kiba's Sister) And I wish she had a more important part in the series. So with that in mind, she has a role in this chapter.

And the last note, but probably not really that important-- A drink mentioned in this part 'Bend me Over' is an actual drink. I am a bartender and I've recommended this drink a few times. Each time, it's been a big hit. If you are old enough to drink, drop your bland 'Sex on the Beach' and try this puppy;

0.5 oz. Amaretto
0.5 oz. Orange juice
0.5 oz. Sweet and Sour mix
0.5 oz. Vodka

With that being said, thanks a lot to everyone who took the time to read and review!! X3 I appreciate it so much!!

The Nara Oath
Part Three


Kicking off their shoes, the trio walked through the house. Kiba had been trying to tease Shikamaru about something but was failing miserably because of the lack of response from the other man. After a while he turned his amorous attentions to the blonde walking behind him.

“Oi… keep it down.” A female’s voice called from a room at the end of the hall.

“Shut up.” Kiba responded, grinning at the explosive verbal response from his sister.

A door opened and stepping out of the room, Inuzuka Hana stood in all her naked glory. With hands on hips, her eyes slid from Kiba to Shikamaru and then, finally to Ino. Ino stood stunned by the woman’s lack of modesty. Her mouth dropped open when Hana’s scowl broke into toothy grin identical to her brother’s. “Hey, it’s Shika-kun and they’ve brought a friend.” She said cheerfully to the room she had just exited from.

“Kiba, you know how your sister is about bringing new meat into the house. You have to share.” A familiar voice yelled from within the room.

The man in question snorted, “Yeah well, you’ll have to tell her that, Genma.”

“You didn’t say you were having a party, sis.” The male Inuzuka muttered.

“You didn’t ask.” She quipped cheerfully. “But your friends are more than welcome to join.”

“I’ll pass thanks-- having sex in the same room as my sister is fucked up.” Kiba muttered, turning to Ino who had been struck dumb by not only his sister’s nudity but the fact that Genma was in the next room. She wanted to scour her brain with a metal brush to get rid of the image.

“Who said you were invited, pup?” Hana taunted.

Another woman stepped out of the room, one arm draping over Hana’s shoulder while the other cupped her breast. “Ino-chan!”

“A-Anko-sensei!” Ino stuttered as her face turned beet red.

“Alright, we are out of here before you guys get too nasty.” Kiba rolled his eyes, “Seriously, you are a nympho Hana.”

Shikamaru hung back, massaging his throbbing temples,” Get me a drink.” He muttered, looking like he desperately needed something strong to scour the image of Kiba’s naked sister from his mind.

Kiba led their group through the house and out onto a patio. The members of team 10 settled on lawn chairs as the young Inuzuka left them in search of alcohol. “I can’t believe that she’d be strolling around like that and with Kurenai-sensei and Genma-sensei.” Ino muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.

“That’s tame in comparison. Sometimes it’s an orgy in there.” Shikamaru shook his head, trying to banish the images of Hana, Kurenai and Asuma going at it.

Kiba appeared, toting a massive bottle of what looked like cheap sake and another of beer. “I had to fight my sister for those. We better drink up.”

“Or what?” Ino asked suspiciously, watching her teammate dive for the sake.

“Or my sister will be out with Kurenai-sense, Asuma-sensei, Genma-sensei, and Anko-sensei for drinks. I’m sure you can imagine what it’d be like with them here.” He grinned as he slapped Shikamaru’s hand to keep him from snatching up the alcohol, “Ladies first.”

She took the sake and cracked it open before taking a hearty swig. It went down like water—almost too easily. With a sigh of relief, she passed the alcohol to her pouting friend and watched as he swallowed up half the contents in the bottle. Resurfacing, Shikamaru sucked in a huge breath, his face already flushed thoroughly.

“Oii…” The dreaded voice called from the patio doors some distance away. The trio turned and was thankfully met with an eyeful of dressed Hana. The Inuzuka daughter waved and said, “I’m going to the bar. You guys coming?”

Sharing a look, Kiba nodded and grinned, “We will.”

“Well hurry the hell up. Kurenai and Asuma are already out the door.” The woman yelled before slamming the door closed.

Leaving the bottles on the table, the three climbed over the patio and through the house, shoving each other to get to the door first. Kiba laughed as he caught Shikamaru’s ponytail who in turn caught a loop in Ino’s shorts. The woman let out a squeak as she was jerked back. She stumbled before being caught in Shikamaru’s arms. Glancing up, she grinned at him and bit back the need to crush her mouth into his. His breath fanned across her hypersensitive flesh, causing her stomach to clench. Caught up in the moment, the noise faded around them as they lingered in each other’s touch. It was soon shattered by a low growling voice, “You guys better separate before someone does something they’ll regret.” Their attention torn from one another, they glanced at Kiba who was looking serious and concerned.

She shoved herself away, laughing to keep the mood light. Racing towards the group who were noisily gathering at the front gate of the Inuzuka compound, she didn’t hear the exchange of words between her two lovers.

“Keep it together, Shika. Your vow means a lot to your family.” His words were low and rapid as his eyes trained themselves on Ino’s retreating back.

“Shut up, Inuzuka. My vow means a lot to me, as well.” Shikamaru had the grace to blush at his friend’s rebuke.

The canine-nin snorted, “I wouldn’t know by the way you carry on.”

“Jealous that she calls my name when you make her cum?” He asked slyly.

“Soon enough, Shikamaru. I have patience, despite what you might think.” Kiba’s words were belied by the big grin on his face. He watched Anko try to grope the blonde half of their triumvirate before adding, “She’ll be screaming my name by the end of the week.”

His frustration was to the boiling point, he didn’t think he could hold onto the vow much longer and with the enthusiastic participation of the one woman he loved with his entire being. Shikamaru’s flawless façade was beginning to crack. He had made a promise that depended on his integrity not only as a ninja and the heir to the Nara clan, but as a man. Clenching his teeth until his muscles hurt, he schooled his features to their customary bored, disinterested look and followed behind the ninja.

Ino had remained unaware of the shift in moods between the two young men as she dodged both Hana and Anko. She hadn’t been put out by the women’s attention to her in the least bit, but deigned coyness. She darted around Asuma, her old sensei and giggled as she pushed him at the women like a shield.

Being drunk the former sensei had gotten over the discomfort of having one of his past students participate in his raunchy reverie. She was beautiful, that was something he had realized and he had the privilege of watching her blossom into a classic beauty—blonde hair, blue eyes, flawless complexion and the curves of a goddess, but deep down she was still the kid he had watched cry over a rabbit they had killed in a trap and skinned to eat. She was still the same brat that used to squeal with glee whenever Uchiha Sasuke even glanced her way. He smiled over his shoulder at her, placing a big hand on the side of her head and pushing her away. The group laughed while she was tackled to the ground by an eager Hana.

The Inuzuka woman straddled her waist, “Damn, those are huge Ino.” She said, eyeing the blonde’s breasts. “My brother certainly knows how to pick em.”

“Just fine tastes, sis; had you to learn from.”

“Do you stuff?” She asked suddenly, squeezing Ino’s breasts before the young woman had a chance to deny. “Obviously not. Damn, those are real. Hey, Anko, get a load of this.”

Anko leaned, or rather, teetered over the two women, eyeing Ino speculatively. “You used to be such a flat-chested brat, Ino. You’ve really grown up.”

“Hasn’t she just?” Shikamaru muttered, holding his hand up for Ino.

Hana, sensing the protectiveness radiating from the young Jounin male, grinned and stood up, pawing at Anko. Ino grinned and took his hand, letting him hoist her to her feet. She pulled away, looking at Kiba who was sharing sexual stories with their former Chuunin examiner.

The street that they were traveling on was gradually getting more crowded with houses on either side. It was obvious that they were approaching the inner circle of the village where most of Konoha’s businesses thrived. As they went, the antics of Anko and Hana became less until the groping had stopped. The raunchy topics continued on but the jounin immediately became more subdued as heads were turned and eyes fell on the group.

Ino was enthusiastically retelling a story to her captivated audience about one of her first sexual experiences. “I swear, the man would have nothing to do with me because I didn’t have socks on!”

“Oh that’s no fun at all. I’d break him of that habit.” Hana said, Anko agreeing enthusiastically and adding a few rather ribald suggestions.

“I tried but he just was totally turned off of feet---“ She was interrupted by the voice of her best friend. Turning her head, she had just enough time before bracing herself as Sakura threw herself into her arms. Behind her, Lee, Neji, Tenten, Sasuke and Naruto followed.

“Ino-pig!” Sakura said happily, obviously more than a little drunk.

“Forehead girl.” She said back, a smile on her face.

With greetings out of the way, the group made their way down the street towards the pounding noise of the bass. Aptly named ‘the Warehouse’ because of its haphazard appearance, it was bigger than it looked from the outside. A squat brick building with only two huge tinted bay windows with a door between, it was obvious it had been salvaged by an enterprising Konoha business man and entirely targeted towards shinobi.

A line up wrapped around the block, all of them were civilians. The shinobi wandered through and with a wry grin to the bouncer, were admitted without a word. Immediately they were submersed in the kinetic energy of the club. The thudding bass from the huge speakers spread throughout the room was so loud it overwhelmed Ino’s senses. The music made her feel giddy and immediately, she was overcome with the need to join the masses on the floor to dance. Licking her lips, her eyes darted from the dark corners in the room where familiar faces lurked.

“What do you want to drink?” Kiba hollered into her ear as they made their way to the bar. His hands slid across her hips, fingers subtly reaching beneath the hem of her shirt to run across her abdomen. She shivered and leaned in close, letting her breast rub up against his shirt as she answered, “Something wet.”

A hand clamped around her wrist, dragging her towards the floor. She gave him a sultry smile before letting herself be led away. Turning around, she was immediately confronted by a grinning Hana. The kunoichi licked her lips, fangs peeking through her full lips as she pulled Ino closer. “So my brother is impressed with you.” The older woman said in a raspy voice, her lips close enough to Ino’s ear that they brushed against her delicate earlobe.

A little uneasy with the closeness of the woman, she bit back the impulse to retreat and stepped closer. As her hips worked against the rhythm of the music, she wrapped an arm around Hana to keep her from stepping away before saying, “The feeling is entirely mutual, believe me.” She tried to step away but a strong arm locked her against the dog-nin’s strong body.

“Good.” Her face suddenly lost its normal gaiety. She looked serious, deadly even and this made the smile on Ino’s face falter while her defenses slid into place. The women paused, both sensing danger in one another before Hana leaned in slowly and growled, “Just don’t let that fool you. Take an Inuzuka lightly and that’ll be the last thing you’ll ever do.”

Ino pressed a hand around the woman’s neck, “Are you threatening me?”

“No. I’m just stating the fact.” The mood was shattered then by a brilliant, genuine smile that lit up her tanned face, “Besides, you’re a cute girl Ino. If you ever get tired of my brother, I’ll always welcome you.”

Somewhat bewildered by the quicksilver shift in woman’s intent, Ino was caught between grinning and frowning. Was she being patronized? She wondered. Opting for a lighter mood and the promise of deliberation at a better time, Ino grinned. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Make sure you do.” Hana said before dropping a less than chaste kiss on her smiling mouth. She squeezed a hand before letting go and walking away, leaving Ino on the dance floor by herself.

Following soon after, Ino dropped into Sakura’s lap and kissed her forehead. “What was that about?” Her pink haired friend asked, frowning with concern.

“Drink.” Kiba yelled and thrust a tall glass that looked like orange juice into her hand.

He stood up before she could ask him what it was. Reaching out, she grabbed the front of his shirt and jerked him down to yell in his ear, “What the hell is it?” She caught his grin as she took a sip. Whatever it was, it had orange in it.

“Bend me over.”

“Excuse me?” She asked, coughing down the mouthful of her mixed drink.

“It’s called ‘Bend me Over’.”

She laughed and kissed his cheek. “Nice, Kiba.” Her eyes slid from his face to Shikamaru who tipped his glass to her in salute. She responded in kind before tapping her drink on the table and taking a drink.

“Come dance with me.” It was an order, not a question from the young dog-nin.

Polishing off her drink in a few greedy gulps, she set the empty glass on the table and stumbled to her feet. Kiba laced a hand around her hips and led her to the floor. The rhythm switched and the bass thudded wildly. Turning her around, he latched his mouth on her neck as his hands guided her hips against his groin. She could feel him hardening beneath the denim of his pants and couldn’t suppress a smile at this revelation.

A thigh pressed between her legs, she looked up to see Hana moving in like a wolf on prey. Sandwiched between the Inuzuka siblings, she was a bit unsure of where to put her arms. Settling one around the kunoichi’s waist, the other was slung over Kiba’s neck. Fang like teeth seared a path down her throat, tugging greedily at the edge of her collar to get at the junction of where her throat met her shoulder.

“So fucking hot,” Kiba whispered, his hips grinding hard into Ino’s gyrating bottom. Using his sister’s body as a cover, he slipped a hand below the waistline of her pants to brush against the delicate lace of her barely-there panties. Uttering a soft eager whine, Kiba’s hand retreated. “I can’t wait to have you tonight.” His hot breath fanned against her cheek as his hand laced through her blonde hair, forcing her head back against his shoulder. Hana ran her lips over the exposed flesh, her tongue smoothing over the untouched side of her throat. Ino hummed softly, the sensation sending pleasure lancing through her body. A hand ran up her body from beneath her arm, cupping her breast roughly before forcing her face to the right where Kiba could kiss her.

“Do you know how badly I want to bend you over right now and fuck you?” His voice was rough as he spoke into her ear.

Feeling light headed from her drink, Ino rolled her hips as his fingers tightened their grasp on her middle. She clutched Hana’s waist as he forcefully grinded into her. “Oh fuck.” Ino moaned, biting hard on the kunoichi’s shoulder.

“Get out of here guys.” Hana laughed, “I’m not coming home tonight.” She let go of Ino as Kiba yanked her roughly across the floor.

Shikamaru cut through the crowd, taking a visual cue from the other male. “My home is too far away.” Kiba said, looking impatiently up and down the street. “Who’s closer? You or Ino?”

“Ino.” Shikamaru murmured. He had had quite a bit to drink that night, demolishing six beer and four shooters while Ino had socialized and danced with the Inuzukas. Adding that to the sake he had ingested earlier, he was feeling very good. All three of them were but Kiba being the least drunk out of the three—but by far the horniest, was eager to get somewhere secluded.

Before they knew it, Ino was being shoved through her door by a very eager dog-nin. She crashed against a wall, dragging Kiba after her. The air was pushed from her lungs as he pressed against her, his hands and mouth everywhere at once. “Bedroom!” Ino gasped against his mouth before pushing him away. Grabbing a fistful of his and Shikamaru’s shirt and pulling them to where her bedroom lay, Ino found herself facedown on the mattress with Kiba panting eagerly above her.

She didn’t know when she had been divested of her shorts, but she lay on her back fully exposed but not entirely naked. The little bit of lace that bound her breasts seemed constrictive. It was pushed up by rough hands, her bosom seemed to spill out and eagerly sucked in by an awaiting mouth. She turned over on to her back, reaching out to embrace him. He fell onto her with a small, raspy chuckle.

Arching her back, Ino yelled, “Kiba!” as said man greedily sucked away at the hardening peak of her right breast. Her eyes were closed to the triumphant flash in dark eyes as they locked on to Shikamaru’s face.

Opening eyes that she didn’t know where clenched shut, she searched desperately for Shikamaru. He stood leaning against the doorframe, his face unreadable as he digested the scene unraveling before him.

Would it happen like it had the other night? She wondered as Kiba crept across her voluminous comforter to grab Shikamaru’s hand. She smiled and leaned back against her pillows, burying herself in the cool linens. There was a soft sigh, Ino wasn’t sure who had done it but it was followed by Shikamaru pushing the canine-nin against the bed and straddling his hips.

Bending low over the man’s squirming body, he bit down on an earlobe before whispering, “You may have one that fight, Kiba but you haven’t won the war.” Sitting up and keeping a hand on Kiba’s chest to prevent him from following him up, Shikamaru tore his eyes off of his face to look at Ino.

A long moment passed before the genius shinobi said, “I want you to be in this, Ino.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do it, Ino!” Shikamaru growled.

It occurred to her what he was asking. She stared at him for a moment longer before looking at Kiba, who was peering up at her. “You know what he wants me to do?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I?”

“Do it.” Kiba muttered, looking at the man sitting on his hips.

The rapid fire movement of her hands moving over the jutsu signs was the he saw before being tossed into the darkness. Ino’s body went slack over the pillows, like a marionette with its strings cut and for a moment, everything when silent.

She floated through the cold space of Kiba’s subconscious before breaking the surface. The smells seemed to overwhelm her at once, painting her already vivid senses in more intense colors. She could smell a faint musk, you Kiba’s voice told her as she looked into Shikamaru’s eyes. Alcohol, Shikamaru’s sweat, Kiba’s sweat, her sweat, the laundry soap she’d used on her linens, the faint lilac scent of her soap on her skin, the food she’d cooked earlier that day, even Sakura’s scent lingered in the air.

“This is amazing.” She whispered softly, and urged Kiba’s hand to reach out and glide across his thigh. She could feel his hair follicles beneath his palms. She could feel the pulse of his blood through both sets of clothing. “I can’t believe that he’s this sensitive.”

Kiba’s awareness hung back in the corner of her mind, emanating amusement and complacency as she explored his senses. She pushed Shikamaru’s arm away and sat up, sniffing his skin which smelled tangy with sweat and soap before she ran an exploratory tongue across his chest. Slightly disappointed by his lackluster sense of taste, it was compensated for as she picked up the rapid lub-dub of Shikamaru’s heart and the sudden intake of breath through his nose. She looked up and smirked as she spoke with Kiba’s voice, “I’m going to enjoy doing dirty things to you.”


TBC