Trey or A Tale Of Three Clans

Chapter 3

Shino coolly leaned back against the bed’s metal headboard. Completely nude, Hinata sat squarely between his legs her back propped up against the center of his bare chest. His chin rested against the side of her head as he rolled the tight, nickel-sized, grainy, pink nipples of Hinata’s fine breasts between his calloused forefinger and thumbs. He was aroused, his kikaichu roiling under every square inch of his flesh maniacally. His hard heavy dick twitched madly against Hinata’s bare backside.

Dipping his head he whispered into her ear, carefully enunciating his words, “you need this baby don’t you?”

Panting, Hinata raised both her arms above her head to lace her fingers behind Shino’s neck and into his thick, mahogany colored hair. She arched her back. Both actions raised her breasts higher allowing Shino to apply more delicious pressure to her nipples. Cheeks burning she squeaked. “I need it.”

“That’s my brazen, hot kunoichi,” he murmured.

Shino took another moment to proudly watch the sexy expression on his shy wife’s face, before raising his eyes to meet those of the stubborn, stubborn dog-nin standing, arms crossed against his barrel chest, at the foot of the bed watching them.

Kiba said nothing but intensely glared at first Shino, than Hinata, then Shino again. There was a time when he would never have hesitated to join in the fun, but that was two months ago. He had come home yesterday after a difficult A ranked mission, to find that his teammates had married each other. That Shino had, with the purest treachery, stolen from his grasp what he had always dreamed was his. Rage, desire, jealousy, desire, hurt, desire, and then rage again cycled through him. There wasn’t any place for him to fit. And since when had Shino started calling Hinata baby? That was his endearment.

Reading Kiba’s expressions as clearly as if Kiba had spoken aloud, Shino tweaked Hinata’s nipples hard until they were stiff points, making her cry out before releasing them. He palmed Hinata’s generous white breasts in both hands. Hinata writhed like a wanton calling Shino’s name. But Shino ignored her for a moment as he offered her breasts to Kiba. Hinata loved Kiba sucking, soothing her slightly sore nipples once he had tweaked them. And Shino loved watching him do it. That’s why he tweaked them. He silently willed Kiba to understand, nothing had changed. They were still team eight. They were still together.

Kiba glued his eyes to Hinata as he battled with his animalistic nature. Despite all the times they had been together she had never seemed as gorgeous and as desirable as she was now lying naked in Shino’s tautly toned arms. He had been in love with her his whole life. Two years ago, destroyed by Uzumaki, she had barged into his apartment crying and thereby accidentally found Shino quietly fucking his brains out over the kitchen table. With a groan of desperation he had caught her fragile wrists in his hands to keep her from fleeing. Bent across the table, he had kissed her fingertips, licked her hands and then drawing her to him, worshiped at her soft sweet mouth with relentless kisses all the while grunting in unfeigned pleasure, his rump high in the air. He accepted no refusal. She was beautiful to him and she needed to know it. Without missing a stroke and holding his ass cheeks in a death grip, Shino had excitedly kept slamming into him, eyes focused on watching Hinata’s beet-red face from over his shoulder. To this day Kiba had no idea why she didn’t faint, although much later he had coaxed her to sit gingerly in his lap while she had kept both her hands over her face unable to even look at him as he soothed her.

Both Shino and he had been sweat drenched. They had stunk of raw sex because they had been at it a while before Hinata walked in on them. Her feminine presence had been the spark needed to furiously push them to their peak. He could never forget the look of empowerment in her singular eyes as he poured his copious seed on the floor while helplessly calling her name. A few moments later Shino had emptied his entire load deep inside of him, groaning out Hinata’s name with an abandon that he hadn’t even thought possible for the reserved, damn near repressed, Aburame. Heck that was why he had let the guy start fucking him in the first place. The uptight, virginal, and yet smug Aburame needed to let off steam. He couldn’t be a uke, better known as a bottom. Shino was neither homosexual nor bi-sexual. But Shino lived in terror of being rejected by a woman, any woman, even a prostitute, because of the kikaichu living under his skin. As it turned out, it had been a good call for him because Shino may be silent but he could really fuck. That night had been one of the best set of climaxes they had had in their entire lives and the memory could still give his cock and prostrate a good tingle. As far as he was concerned, that had been the real beginning of team eight. His beloved had bloomed under their excruciatingly slow, yet tireless, and dual tutelage ever since. She had forced the world to take notice of her strength and of her extraordinary beauty.

Fuck! Every cell in his body, every instinct that he had, was telling him that she was his woman, his mate, and he needed to take her, pleasure her in a way that Shino could not. Kiba sniffed the air again deeply letting her feminine scent hit the back of his throat. Hinata’s pheromones were flooding the room and all his senses. She was aroused by him just looking at her.

With a guttural cry, Kiba bared his enlarged canine teeth as he shed his civilian clothes and dropped them on the floor at the bottom of the king sized bed. The bed dipped under his muscular weight as he slowly stalked to the pair on all fours. Straddling both sets of legs, he leaned in on his hands and gazed deeply into the pupil-less white eyes. He asked a question, keeping his voice strong but tender.

“Hina-chan?”

“Kiba-kun,” Hinata breathed.

He was blown away at the love in her eyes. Humbled to the point of tears, Kiba refused to let go of her unique eyes as he lowered his lips to softly suckle at her pretty pink teats: first one, then the other, which Shino was so fetchingly presenting to him. Wanting more female flesh he placed his big hands under Shino’s catching the overflow of Hinata’s bounteous breasts from Shino’s narrower hands. He could feel the kikaichu buzzing underneath Shino’s skin as could Hinata. He moaned and Hinata keened. It had been too long. He had gone two months without both of them. Seeing her, smelling her, hearing her begging for him as she arched into his mouth was, well it was damn holy.

He heard Shino laugh. “See Kiba?” he chided coolly.

Pulling the tasty nipple out of his mouth with a satisfying pop, Kiba glanced at Shino. A small smile was playing on Shino’s thin lips. It lit up his pretty eyes.

“My wife is wet Kiba. Taste her.” It was an order.

Kiba bristled. The only time Shino gave orders was during actual missions. In the bedroom Kiba gave all the orders.

“Your wife?”

“Yeah.”

Kiba reached out and caught Shino’s jaw with thick, blunt fingers. Absently, he noticed that Shino needed a shave.

“You both belong to me bug freak.”

Kiba’s brown eyes shone nearly black with a dangerous feral-ness as he hard stared into Shino’s silvery grey ones. Things were going to get ugly if Shino was going to challenge his dominance.

“Yeah we do.” Shino agreed coolly. “But she’s still my wife.”

Kiba’s cock twitched. He broke his stare to glance down and see Hinata softly stroking his length. Her slim delicate fingers felt like the finest silk as they wrapped around him. His eyes jerked to her pale angelic face. She mouthed silently the word ‘please’ and Kiba just melted.

Knowing how her touch was affecting him, Hinata decided to get daring and let the soft pads of her fingers roam uninvited, caressing, handling, feeling Kiba’s big, heavy testes. Letting go of Shino’s face, Kiba spread his legs wide and rose up to sit back on his knees, eyes closed, shamelessly grunting and groaning with joy as he savored her petting. His erection, with its enormous purple-red head, sprung forward freely. He was a very big guy, an alpha male, and an Inuzuka. He wasn’t ashamed of it one bit. After quite a few moments of Hinata’s cooing over him and his grunting Kiba opened his eyes and declared.

“Bug boy I’m in love with her and she is in love with me.” It was a statement but the unspoken message to Shino was, and what are you going to do about it?

Strangely enough Hinata giggled, once, then twice. Shino immediately looked down at her beautiful face with a question in his eyes. He had no doubt that she was happy with him. She showed him her enthusiastic appreciation every time he made love to her which was every morning, then at noontime, and again every evening for a solid month since she had been brought from her father’s house to his. She looked at him deeply embarrassed and her face grew fire-engine red. Shino saw that it had clearly been nervous laughter. She was fearful for team eight. They were walking a tightrope. Chastened, he dipped his head and caught Hinata’s mouth with his own, giving her a long languid kiss while at the same time he released her breasts and scooted his arms down easily hooking them under her knees. Slowly he drew Hinata’s knees up, almost to her ears, and opened them, spreading her wide for Kiba’s viewing pleasure.

Stunned at what he was witnessing, Kiba’s breath caught in his throat. He could barely think. Hinata’s face wasn’t the only part of her anatomy that was gorgeous. She had a very plump mound topped with short, neat, glossy blue-black curls. He could see her small pink pearl peering out of its hood beckoning at him, and her dainty lopsided inner labia glistened with moisture. Creamy drops were gathered in all her crevices. Shino was right. She was very, very wet.

Shino broke the kiss with his wife. He refused to make eye contact with Kiba so as to issue no challenge. He knew his teammate even more intimately than Hinata did. With his heightened beyond normal-human Inuzuka senses, Kiba could never resist Hinata’s charms. Kiba always got intoxicated on her taste and smell. It was ironic indeed that although Kiba was a dog-nin, he acted like a damn cat over-dosing on cat-nip when enjoying Hinata orally. Shino placed his mouth at Hinata’s ear and licked it lightly before whispering softly.

“I’m in love with you.”

“I-I-I love you too S-Shino-kun.”

Hinata breathed it out bashfully but truthfully. Speaking of love was something brand-new between them. Love was born from thousands of furtive, frantic touches, and soft tender whispers, during seemingly endless, sweat filled nights with her back perfectly arched, her legs parted, each thrown over a broad, masculine shoulder, and her toes curled tight as she was impaled over and over, and over again on his buzzing, unrelenting, manhood. He had broken her. She had never dreamed that their was freedom in being nearly split in two; or of the spirituality in being taken, willingly, by a man; or of the sheer celestial-ness in being filled to completion by something far greater than Kiba-kun’s tongue, though she craved that no less. She squeezed her eyes closed, afraid. Whispering was really ridiculous. Kiba’s hearing was almost as acute as any nin-dog’s. In her instinctive response to her husband’s voice she feared she might have hurt Kiba.

Shino’s voice continued steady and low.

“Ummm, thank you baby; but tell me, who is your master of cunnilingus?”

Jarred that he would ask such a question, Hinata abruptly opened her eyes and tried to close her legs. Shino was playing with her, making her out to be like a loose hussy. But Shino kept his grip under her knees keeping her open and completely exposed. The coolness of the air on her dripping core … Kiba’s heated gaze. Her head fell backwards.

“Tell the truth.” Shino’s husky voice spun out the words sing-song in a way that sent a shudder down Hinata’s spine. She exclaimed.

“Kiba-kun.”

The heavy musk of her arousal suddenly wafted all around her, and her face flushed in abject embarrassment but also undeniable excitement.

“Want to say that louder?” Shino’s voice was a bass vibration. She felt it in her bones the same way she felt the vibrating of his kikaichu under her knees and against her outer thighs.

Yes. She did want to say it louder. This time Hinata moaned, “Kiba-kun!”

“That’s my girl.”

Shino’s words were like a shot of adrenaline. Hinata boldly raised her head and looked over at Kiba, her heart skipping several beats. He was one of the hottest men in Konoha.

“Please Kiba-kun b-be with me, I… we, n-need you.”

Shino nearly burst with elation, after a month of married love, Hinata was finally asking for what she wanted. His voice dropped sexily as he whispered, “Very good girl.”

Shino felt the mattress shift as Kiba rapidly moved forward and positioned his face directly in Hinata’s sex. He heard Kiba inhale deeply through his nose and then Hinata’s gasp, as Kiba lovingly washed his face in her musky feminine curls before kissing and nipping at her white inner thighs. Peering down, he relished how Kiba had slipped his big hands under her buttocks and spread her outer labia open even further with his broad thumbs. He glimpsed fascinating flashes of Kiba’s dark pink tongue darting deeply into Hinata to gather her flowing juices. He watched as Kiba’s tongue and nose pressed deeply into the center of Hinata’s womanhood. Kiba slurped and sucked and drank her feminine essence with a gusto that gave Shino goose bumps. Shino licked his own lips. He could imagine just how sweet she must taste after such a particularly long absence. Kiba was like a man who having been lost in the dry, unforgiving sands of the desert was parched and dying. But he had suddenly stumbled upon the gushing fountain of life, an oasis where he could finally slake his thirst. Hinata tried to buck about in Shino’s arms but he held her body firm against him and her knees spread open. All she could do was toss her long hair, and sob out,

“Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, yes Kiba, yes Kiba, so good Kiba. I love you! Yes! Oh God !YES! Y-E-S! KIBA!”

Kiba’s response was a rumbling “Hmmmm” in the back of his throat and a rhythmic squeezing of Hinata’s plump, soft cheeks as he kept up his delightful work. Hina-chan had already had one mini-orgasm and he was working on giving her another big two. The fact was that he was a man who loved smelling and eating pussy, and out of all the pussy in the world that he had had, he loved his Hina-chan’s best of all. Her screams were music to his ears but her slick genitalia was singing to him more than her vocal chords could. And he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to pay attention.

So it took a moment for it to register when a heavier than normal hand rested a top his head. Deciding to come up for air for a second he raised his head far enough to open his eyes. Shino was staring at him with his lovely silver grey eyes, and touching his hair as he loved Hinata. Kiba was totally non-plussed. He may let Shino fuck him at a drop of the hat but they were guys, partners, and tenderness between them wasn’t really their thing. Kiba stuck his tongue out to lustily lick sweet drops of Hinata off the tip of his sopping nose while staring back at Shino. Then he glanced over at his adorable Hina-chan, she was purring, trying to grind her pungently-flavored sex back into his face, but still watching both of her men with a goofy little smile on her pink-alicious lips. Her Hyuuga eyes were radiant with happiness. She was beyond gorgeous. Kiba closed his eyelids, dipped his nose down again and used his tongue to tease out Hinata’s sensitive little clit. He noisily licked around the bud over and over again winding the tension in her body as one winds an old-fashioned clock. God she was musky, and it was wonderful. She arched into him, trying to get him to lick her clit directly. He refused. The day was still young. But suddenly she was babbling. However since he hadn’t started sucking her clit yet, he surmised that Shino was again tweaking her superb nipples. When she suddenly went silent Kiba smiled and pushed his tongue deep into her steaming juices. Shino was kissing her silly, swallowing her passionate cries, while rolling both her pert nipples. He didn’t need to see it to know it. Her drenched pussy told him so loud and clear. Now that was teamwork. He felt her thighs come up and clamp tightly around his ears, trapping him into where he wanted to be. Her deft fingers tangled in his hair and pulled trying to get his tongue more deeply into her. Her body wanted to orgasm but devilishly he wouldn’t let her. Hina-chan may be married to Shino but she still belonged to him.


Kiba lost track of time doing what he was born to do, pleasuring his Hyuuga female. She was approaching her fourth orgasm and he knew in his intense hunger for her butter sweet flesh that he had pushed her past her limits. Hinata usually became over sensitive after her second orgasm. But to compensate he had become progressively gentler and more precise with the placement of his tongue. Without touching it, he blew his warm damp breath directly over her engorged clit. It was now the size of a small marble from his earlier sucking, teasing and rolling of it about with his tongue. It was completely sticking out of its little hood. He was rewarded by his name being torn from her throat loud enough to wake the dead much less disturb the entire Aburame household. Of course for him the scream was muffled, her body having seized up around him. Deeply satisfied, Kiba pried her dainty thighs from around his head, and gazed at his handiwork. A sweating, glowing, near unconscious, alabaster beauty lay in Shino’s arms, her voluptuous body totally out of her control as she spasmed in ecstasy over and over again.

“Oh Go-o-d, God, Oh God!” She croaked, her voice gone.

Smacking his dripping wet lips Kiba smirked cockily and with his arms hoisted himself out from between Hinata’s quivering legs to watch Shino cover Hinata’s face with more kisses. His cock was throbbing painfully, needing attention, he guessed Shino’s was too, but Hinata was going to be out of it for a while.

He moved over to his left to sit shoulder to shoulder with Shino. The bug boy didn’t look at him. Instead, he kept his eyes trained on Hinata’s face while absently stroking her hair.

Sighing Kiba looked around the unfamiliar room. He had never seen it before and he had been to the Aburame mansion on countless occasions. It was huge and filled with elegant expensive furniture. Two fragrant bouquets of deep red roses sat in diamond crystal vases, one on what looked to be an antique table and the other on a bed stand. He couldn’t have this quality stuff in his house. Akamaru, or one of his other nin-dogs would have knocked them over or outright broken the crystal. Teething puppies would have chewed on the furniture. And the bigger dogs would have also torn up the rich, heavy rugs with their sharp toenails, even gashed out chunks of wood in the underlying polished floor. Late morning light, all diffused and golden, like in a fancy art movie, streamed through the gauzy yellow curtains at the windows. The curtains were patterned with chains of red and black kikaichu, broken up at every tenth kikaichu by a large deep orange –red butterfly. It was the same pattern that ran around the borders of the walls. Realization dawned on him. These were newly-wed quarters. His heart panged. He didn’t belong here anymore than his dogs did. He wasn’t worthy, but Shino was. Needing to desperately break the silence he asked.

“Is this room sound-proofed?”

Shino nodded affirmatively. “The entire suite is.”

Kiba smirked. “Sweet, that’s good to know.”

For a few moments Kiba sat quietly but, when Shino still would not look at him, Kiba reached out his hand and gently clasped the back of Shino’s neck. The kikaichu moved happily under Shino’s skin at his touch.

Shino turned to look at his teammate, keeping his own face carefully blank. Kiba’s dark handsome face was still really dewy with Hinata’s marvelous essence, and Kiba obviously wasn’t in a hurry to wipe it away. Kiba’s brown eyes seemed thoughtful as they rested on him.

“Thanks bug boy.”

Shino arched an eyebrow.

“You did the right thing.” Kiba stopped, raw edged emotion clouding his eyes.

“The idea of Hina-chan, my darling, beloved Hina-chan laying naked every night in the Kazekage’s arms…that monster. Hiashi-sama would have wed her directly to a demon if it would bring distinct advantage to the great Hyuuga.”

Kiba clenched a fist with his free hand. He dropped his eyes his voice breaking badly. “I couldn’t bear it.”

“I know.”

“I couldn’t! I …I would have done something stupid to keep her by my side.”

“You did do something stupid.”

“Yeah, I know… the Hyuuga aristocrats have no love for the Inuzukas. They consider us loud, dirty, crude, over-sexed and just plain common, only a half a step ahead of our nin-dogs. All we are ever supposed to do is worship them from afar. But what else could I have done?”

Anguished, Kiba looked up to search Shino’s eyes for an answer. Shino unwaveringly held his gaze. It was ironic that unlike himself, Kiba could attract any woman he wanted. People didn’t seem to react to the clinging stink of dog the way that they did to his clean kikaichu, maybe because dogs were also mammals. Kiba pretty much had had any woman and for that matter any man that he wanted. But Kiba was in love only with Hyuuga Hinata. He had been so since their childhood, since their academy days. He couldn’t have her. And now Hinata-sama was his wife and it was breaking Kiba’s heart. Shino chose his words with care. Kiba seemed so vulnerable.

“It is fortunate for you that the Aburames have no such restrictions. We are free to love Inuzukas exactly as we choose.”

Kiba’s troubled brown eyes cleared up after a long moment. He lunged suddenly and captured Shino’s lips aggressively. Shino opened to him and Kiba plundered his mouth, tonguing him roughly, savagely, in a way that he would never do with Hinata. Shino returned in kind, the bright sweet taste of his wife’s delectable, feminine elixir mixing with the earthier, bolder taste of Kiba in Shino’s mouth. It was heady, and Shino raised his free hand to clutch Kiba’s coarse dark hair to hold him in place. Making out with Hinata’s still warm essence dripping from Kiba’s talented lips and coated thoroughly on Kiba’s broad tongue was always hot. In fact that was what had caused him to allow Kiba to make out with him in the first place, his urgent need to partake of Hinata, if even from afar. He hadn’t expected that he’d like the underlying Kiba part of it so much. And once he had received the invitation to directly taste Hinata for himself, eating her out was his softest, sweetest, secret addiction; still it hadn’t been enough of a reason to make Kiba stop ravishing his mouth. Shino groaned as Kiba expertly manipulated his tongue. He could feel more of his kikaichu racing down wards. His dick jumped straight up.

Kiba forcefully broke the kiss and pulled back, chest heaving. Shino’s silver grey eyes were really the prettiest eyes in the world, second only to his Hina-chan’s. Kiba licked his lips while reaching down to tug at his own rod. He liked masturbating with Shino looking at him. He still kept his other hand clasped behind Shino’s neck.

“Will you still do me?”

The words were gruff even brusque. Shino leaned forward and briskly licked Kiba’s eyelids, forehead, cheeks and chin clean of his wife’s abundant, intoxicating nectar. Kiba shivered, his cock thoroughly stiffening, as his best friend blatantly savored the rich female musk that adorned him before answering.

“Always.” Shino’s eyes glowed incandescent with desire.

Kiba growled. Damn, he was ready. He stroked harder on his cock’s head. He muttered.

“It’s been a long time man. I need Hina-chan to prepare me.”

Shino pulled his eyes from Kiba and looked down. Hinata was resting with her cheek on his thigh watching them, his other hand still stroking through her damp tresses. Her lavender white eyes, half open, framed by the thickest blue-black lashes, were wet from her copious tears but sated with sexual satisfaction. Her bow shaped lips were swollen from his kisses and Shino’s dick twitched again at the thought of how swollen her other set of lips had to be from Kiba’s. Her hands were folded demurely in front of her almost in prayer. She was unable to stifle the erotic little sounds her body was forcing her to make, the after shocks of her orgasms. This was how he liked to see his wife look, fulfilled. Tenderly he asked.

“My lady?”

Hinata heard Shino but focused her gaze on Kiba. The love in her heart was overflowing out of her eyes with her tears. Kiba-kun was a man who rarely had self-doubts and by nature was rash. He had always stood up for her, had always been there, had always told her she was strong, and had proved to her that she was beautiful. But hearing, seeing his agony over why her former clan would never let him have her was painful. His assessment was entirely correct. That was what the overwhelming majority of the Hyuugas thought of the Inuzukas. Though always technically polite, the aloof and powerful Hyuugas didn’t bother to hide their opinions of anyone. But Kiba, like his clan, was also warm, generous, funny, primal and very devoted to those he cared about. He was totally committed to those he loved. How, how did she get so lucky? Why had she not seen the emotional toll it had taken on him all these years? There are none as blind as she who will not see. How he must have suffered while her eyes were trained only on Naruto.

She reached out over Shino and placed her hand on Kiba’s calf. The blinders were off her eyes, she had completely found her ninja way. She was strong enough. She would prepare Kiba with all her love. After being apart from them for so long, Kiba’s anus would be extremely tight. That muscular ring would need to be worked, loosened to accommodate Shino’s girth. Aside from his own fingers, she was the only one he allowed to do that for him. And, for a solid month having been on the receiving end of Shino’s length and girth, to the point that she couldn’t walk, she could absolutely understand why Kiba needed Shino. She needed Shino too.

No matter what happened with Kiba today, later in his strong, steady, quiet, unyielding way Shino was going to make her wholly his, again and again and again. Hinata couldn’t help it. She moaned out loud. The sound was so un-Hyuuga like and she raised her free hand to her lips to cut it off.

Her fingernails dug into Kiba’s calf as she moaned and Kiba’s eyes lit up with sympathetic understanding. Well, well, well, Hina-chan had discovered something that he and she had very much in common. He let his hand casually brush down from Shino’s strong neck to deliberately trail over Shino’s broad shoulders and finally to linger on the Aburame’s buff back. For a male shinobi, Shino had exceptionally unblemished skin. Being a mid-to-long range fighter Shino’s body did not get the wear and tear, or the scars of taijutsu the way his own did. He felt over the tiny, irregular holes that normally dotted Shino’s skin, pathways of ingress and egress for the kikaichu. However, deep scratches and raised welts now criss-crossed his back. They were potent testaments to his Hina-chan’s formidable passion. Apparently the bug boy was doing his beloved as well as he did him. He grinned with a wolfish smile big enough to split his face. All of his brilliant white teeth were on view. He could not tear his eyes from Hinata as he bathed in the pure light of her love and understanding. A sizzling electrical current sprung up between them.

Hinata let her eyes telegraph to Kiba exactly what she was going to do to him. She was going to break him. Yes she was. He was going to bend over and touch his toes like the good boy toy that he was. She was going to wash his derriere’s thick, tight ring (she hated the word ass and refused to even think it) thoroughly with warm soapy water, rinse it good, and then dry it with her tongue. Shocked, Kiba was going to squirm like a worm on a hook. She intended to rim, lick and suck his pink puckered hole until she was totally content and he was incoherent and if he moved from his bent over position she was going to slap both his cheeks hard leaving her hand prints on them if she had to.

When she was ready, she’d lube up one finger and work it slowly into Kiba. She wasn’t going to let him rush her. She didn’t like healing tears in his tender ring with her chakra when, as impatient as always, he let Shino take him before he was ready. After one finger, there would be two, then three and Kiba was going to squeal like a pig on a stick while begging her to move along faster. But she’d stand firm, caressing his balls with her free hand, just the way he liked it, and she’d tease and tease his prostrate with feather light touches. Whimpering, Kiba was going to stay bent over, knees shaking, and take all of it or she would order Shino to stay away.

And when he couldn’t take it anymore, when he was squalling like a new born puppy, she’d get the small dildo she recently bought expressly for the purpose, lube it up and open him up some more. Then and only then would she let the man she loved be soundly fucked by her husband and teammate. Shino would sink into Kiba with one smooth thrust, pull out easily and thrust some more. Kiba was going to shout Hallelujah and proudly hoist his derriere high. That would be when she sneaked the handcuffs on his wrists. It would be the second big surprise and Kiba loved surprises.

She was going to watch Kiba’s face contort into a near unrecognizable shape with pleasure. She was going to listen as he pleaded with her to kiss him but she wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t. Nope! Not until he had lost his voice calling for her. When that happened she would drop to her knees and place her lips on the weeping mushroom head of his massive cock. She would have already performed the new medical jutsu she had found so he could peak but not cum, no matter how much he wanted to. Going against Shino’s driving rhythm, she’d tickle and tease Kiba’s cock-head with short butterfly licks and kisses making sure to nibble around and under the thick rim for good measure. It really drove Kiba wild. She was going to reduce her loving Kiba-kun to a howling, sobbing, shivering, sorry, hot mess. She would. And when his knees began buckling, his senses warping from the excruciating pleasure and the divine pain, she would bear him up until Shino shouted. Then, and only then, would she tenderly, repeatedly, passionately kiss his genius mouth. Let him unequivocally know that she was in love with his loud, dirty, crude, over-sexed and just plain common Inuzuka self. No one could ever replace him in her heart. She would then release the jutsu, letting him cum and cum and cum with all his heart, and with all his soul, and with all his might, and just for her. Kiba would break into one thousand pieces in her loving arms. She knew it. He was a very tough Shinobi in every conceivable way. But she had grown strong. She was strong enough to do it. And from the eager look in his eyes he knew it to. He had met his mistress. He’d never seek out strangers arms for satisfaction ever again. He didn’t need to be a whore. He was hers.

“Yes.”

Shino’s lips curved up. He couldn’t help but smile. Mission accomplished! He would never admit it, but his life had been lonely before them. It was hard for Aburames to make friends outside their clan. These two were his world: his teammates, his adored new wife, and his long-time best friend and yes, male lover. Kiba’s rough, calloused fingertips were tickling the planes of his back, and his own fingers were still tangled in Kiba’s warm hair. Hinata’s head lay on his thigh, her long silky hair spilling over his groin. It was his kisses that had bee-stung her lips. And, the dog-nin was beating on his sequoia redwood of a cock like it was going out of style. Kiba only did that in front of Hinata when he desperately wanted Shino to fuck him. He bit back a groan. He really, really wanted to fuck Kiba too. Kiba had such a talent for turning people on.

Yet as he continued to excitedly observe, his happiness stilled to thoughtfulness, next watchfulness, and finally a fluttering sense of unease. There was something strangely intense going on between Kiba and Hinata, something that he had never seen before. He didn’t know what to call it, maybe …communion? But it was …different. The kikaichu shifted about inside him distractedly. They were disturbed?

They didn’t have to be. It was he that had taken Hinata’s virginity, in this very room, on this very bed. He had sheathed himself in her body and he had taken it proudly, confident in himself that he could please her, that he would see the look of fulfillment on her face that he loved her to wear.

She bore his name, and he had given that proudly too. Their wedding had been glorious, perfect, and even romantic. It was small, elegant and very, very private, held in the sacred Shinto shrine and marriage grotto located deep within his clan’s vast estates. The guests were his entire extended family, the Hokage, their former sensei Yuhi Kurenai, his fathers friends the first Ino-Shika-Cho trio, and the sole representative of all the Hyuuga: Neji, with his date Ten-Ten.

Hinata had worn a crown of intricately weaved, multi layered, multi-colored flowers on her upswept hair, and he had nearly wept at her incarnate beauty as she had made her vows to him in her shy sweet voice. Every night for a month, he… he had slept exclusively in the soft curves of her perfumed arms. For a month, he had awoken and basked in her love, soaking up every drop of it as if he were scorched earth soaking up rain as the days dawned. And at last, he no longer had to be anxious that Kiba would not forgive him for usurping the role in her life that he had believed was his. Kiba had done so.

So why was fear striking like a poisonous fanged cobra in the pit of his stomach? Knotting it up, telling him that instead of being the hero in their love story, he was the disposable third wheel. Had he deluded himself? No! No he didn’t. He was calm, steady, a strategic thinker and the team leader. On the other hand, desperation does lead even great Shinobi, to all kinds of tragedies. And hadn’t he been desperate to keep his only piece of happiness, to save Hinata, to save Kiba and to save himself? He had worked hard to convince them both that nothing would change because of the marriage and yet things were changing right before his eyes.

He wasn’t part of the luminous, brilliant, even searing, electromagnetic pulse arcing between them so strongly that it could be a beacon piercing the very heavens. It was tangible. A blind man would see it, feel it. They belonged to each other. Was he even present to them? Anxious, he licked his lips tasting Hinata mixed with Kiba on them. No! He was here too. They were three, not two. And, they weren’t the only ones who had changed. He had changed too. Hinata, she whose name had become a lilting temple chime in his heart, he couldn’t give her up. He wouldn’t! Never! Not even to Kiba. She was his wife, the first and the last woman he would ever have, all that he could ever want. To sleep alone again, he couldn’t, not after, God help him, not after such glorious nights and such glorious mornings as they had had together. He didn’t want to be like all the other good, strong ninja men of his clan, even his own father. He didn’t want his beautiful kunoichi wife to leave him too.

Should she divorce him and leave with Kiba who would care, except the Hyuuga, but they had no leverage left to stop her. He had taken it away. And, if he somehow prevailed upon her not to leave with Kiba, surely the day would come when she would choose to leave him for someone else. She was strong enough. Who in their right mind, except of course the Hyuuga, would expect a woman of Hinata’s magnificence to remain wedded to a man who routinely carried thousands of destruction beetles under his skin?

Turmoil seethed in him. He closed his eyes. His kikaichi were hissing for him to do something. He tried to find high ground to stand on, as the sands of his mind shifted. He was being foolish and it didn’t make sense. She had vowed herself to him and he had shared her with his best friend. Kiba wouldn’t take her away from him. He wouldn’t. But, Hinata was a kunoichi and a complicated woman. Kiba had been the first man to kiss her, to awaken her sensuality through torturously slow, patient, careful touches and he had eagerly followed. It was Kiba who had given her, her first orgasm. He had always been second at everything until…now. He needed to meditate, yes meditate, and meditate on… her fragrance. She would take her fragrance, and her softness and her grace and her transcendent beauty and leave him behind, empty, a broken husk, and alone as never before. It didn’t matter that he had received the emotional training to expect this. It didn’t matter! He couldn’t live without his wife. But he had to; he was an Aburame. And his mind was racing. He was losing control of his kikaichu, and still painfully, painfully aroused. A sharp senbon of despair stabbed through his heart. Alone!


“S-Shino-kun, uh, w-where are y-you?”

Shino opened his eyes and looked down. Hinata was looking up, searching his face. She had asked the question, but he let his eyes trace her unforgettable features for a moment as if to brand them forever in his mind before turning his head and speaking to Kiba.

“Is something the matter?” It was a challenge.

After a second, Kiba removed his hand from Shino’s back. He leisurely leaned his head a few inches back against the bed’s back board, extending Shino’s arm as he moved. He switched the hand on his cock; he was completely ambidextrous, then placed his free hand behind his neck and opened his legs shamelessly. He increased the speed at which he handled himself never once letting go of Shino’s eyes. He had nothing to hide. He was hers. She was his. It was forever. With her eyes alone, she had pledged him her troth; and had promised to do things to him that were downright nasty. He was so turned on. He could barely wait… for either of them. He kept his voice low, and seductive.

“Yeah man, your eyes were closed.”

“What?”

Kiba smirked. “Man, you like watching me beat my meat and ogling our pretty Hina-chan a little too much for that. Why are you on edge?”

Kiba eye-balled his teammate. There were no sunglasses for Shino to hide behind and the late morning sunlight was flooding the room. He may not have the eyes of a Hyuuga but he could see. He could see a hint of a shadow in eyes that had gone from smooth, silvery grey to embattled rain grey. There was a certain economy of expression around the corners of the smooth thin lips and he had felt a subtle tautness in the muscular back and wide shoulders that hadn’t been there two minutes before. Also, Shino’s kikaichu were not vibrating happily. In fact they seemed to be hissing. Long ago Kiba had believed he had banished these barriers between them. They were best friends. Bug boy might be a master of faux coolness but Kiba was a Shinobi too. There was far more than kikaichus kicking up underneath Shino’s skin.

Expressionless, Shino stared back as Kiba wanked himself off. The man was physically beautiful: sculpted abdominals, chiseled chest, huge biceps, deeply tanned skin, striking red clan tattoos on his face, mischievous brown eyes, and a cock that… Of course, there were scars, plenty of them. They were the proud badges of a Shinobi’s trade, but on Kiba they served to enhance and define his impressive musculature. He was truly a sex god. Shino thought long and hard about giving Kiba what he was plainly asking for. But instead he tightened his own grip in his wife’s hair to the point that her head raised right off his thigh and she called out in an uncertain voice “S-Shino-kun?” Yet, he didn’t allow his attention to swerve from the man in front of him.

Kiba’s eyes admired the corded bands of muscle in Shino’s arm, but narrowed at the tenseness in the sinewy hand clutching Hina-chan’s silky blue-black locks. What the fuck, this was serious. But he didn’t stop pleasuring himself. He was nearly ready to blow. He wanted to do it with his Hina-chan’s swollen, cotton-candy soft lips, stretched around his cock-head. He had gone two months without his baby sucking him off; now that was something that could kill a man. He groaned, for the first time ever holding back her name from his lips.

Shino sat stock still grasping Hinata’s long, flowing hair to keep her by his side but neither releasing Kiba’s thick brown hair tangled loosely around his fingers. The kikaichu inside of him hissed at a higher tone in agitation. Heart thumping, he waited for the other shoe to drop.

Kiba squinted hard at Shino then growled out with the purest conviction.

“Dude, she’s never going to leave you.”

Shino blinked. He hadn’t expected those words. Had he heard correctly? He bit his lip and looked quickly away. But, that didn’t stop Kiba from adding.

“And neither will I.”

Shino heard, and felt, Hinata reaffirming Kiba’s words in a soothing chant. She didn’t stutter once as she placed ephemeral kisses on his thigh, before moving up to his erection.

“Never Shino-kun, I’ll never leave, never, never, never.”

He dare not look at her. If what he heard in her voice shone in her eyes he would come completely undone, so he closed his eyes again. His lips trembled but a single tear escaped and slipped down his cheek. His kikaichu grew quiet. Tendrils of fragile hope surged through him. He released his hard grip on her hair and let love flow from his fingers to massage her scalp.

Through heavy lidded, love-sick eyes Kiba watched Hinata reverently place chakra laced kisses on Shino’s heavy, flesh covered, ‘two by four.’ Head thrown back, Shino didn’t make a sound but his expressive face, even with his eyes closed gave it all away. Shino was head over hills, completely ga-ga in love with his baby. It really was a beautiful sight. There was no longer anything uptight, or edgy or reserved or hidden, in the face of his fine looking boyfriend. Wait, his boyfriend? Damn, that was hot, hot, and hot! He was so horny. He caught his breath and choked out,

“If you want talk, talk fast.”

Shino’s answering nod was curt. A moment later he opened his eyes, a few sparkling tears spilling, to look at Kiba. “Why?”

There was something odd in the lustful look in Kiba’s brown eyes... Shino’s belly flip flopped.

“Because buggy boy, I’m yours …and she is too.”

Shino didn’t look away this time. He didn’t know what to say. But he felt a weight lifted off his spirit. There was love for him in Kiba’s eyes. He looked down at his Hinata, his amazing wife, who had paused in her worship of him to glance up. He saw himself, and love, reflected in her sparkling Hyuuga eyes. She’d never leave him. His heart was full. He cupped her cheek and caressed it with his thumb. He couldn’t speak and hoped his eyes could make her understand what she meant to him.

Tugging Kiba’s hair, he brought Kiba’s head forward. When he was able to tear his eyes from Hinata he looked up and searched Kiba’s face. Golden brown eyes met glowing grey.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Kiba grunted. There was something to this marriage stuff after all.

“Does that mean your wife can suck my cock now?”

Shino smiled, the look in his eyes that of a coquet.

“If, my wife wants to.”

“You know she wants to, man.”

Kiba rose up and thrust his tongue into Shino’s laughing mouth. The time for talking was long past. The time for loving was now. Shino kissed him back with an answering passion that made Kiba’s heart sing.

Hinata scooted back and out to watch her teammates make out. A little more than a month ago she had despaired of ever seeing such a wonderful sight again. But neither man would let her go: Kiba risking a clan war to set her free, Shino risking his clan’s good name, a considerable amount of money and Kiba’s wicked wrath. And she, she had forfeited her clan and nearly her life. That perilous afternoon as she knelt before Hiashi-sama in his office she was sure that Aburame-sama, Shino’s father, would be the only witness to her passing out of this life. Her clan leader had had every right to kill her. The path had been rocky and uncertain for all of them. Rains, winds, and ill-will, from inside and out, had beaten upon their house of love and threatened to bring it crumbling down around their ears. But all the obstacles were gone and the rains stopped. Human life was short; ninja life was shorter. It forced one to face elemental truths; to quickly understand the workings of one’s own heart. The risks had been worth it. This was how it was meant to be. This was how it always would be with them. For better or for worse, they were three.